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Tuesday 24 June 2014

Gentle Whispers.

"Let us be silent, so that we may hear the whisper of God." -Ralph Waldo Emerson


Where have I seen the face of my Creator this week? Where have I heard his gentle whisper? These are the questions that I asked myself last night. The list started to flow...an effortless, steady stream:


The quiet morning walks to the office.

Feeling the unfamiliarity of living with a new family peel-away and be replaced with comfort.

Laughing effortlessly with Naomi at her sarcastic remarks.

Walking around the neighborhood and talking about life with my sister Helen.

The smiling security guard, Kevin, who greets me good-morning each day.

Being able to sit down and eat a whole papaya for breakfast.

The people who have drop by my office cubicle to talk to me.

Cooking up a storm with the sisters. (and then doing the massive pile of dishes together shortly after).

How Helen walked all the way to Sarit to get me Indian take-out because I missed home food.

Lily's warm hugs when I finally reach the office in the morning, sweaty and panting.

Singing, dancing and praising God at church - worship has no language barriers.

Messages of encouragement from loved ones around the world.

Watching late night world cup matches with the whole family and waking up the neighborhood with our cheers.

"She's not our guest. She's out sister."




...The list grows and will continue to grow...


morning walks 
My sister, Helen

“I believe that the community - in the fullest sense: a place and all its creatures - is the smallest unit of health and that to speak of the health of an isolated individual is a contradiction in terms.” ― Wendell Berry

Sunday 22 June 2014

A Precious Bag of Arrowroot


"If I define my neighbor as the one I must go out to look for, on the highways and byways, in the factories and slums, on the farms and in the mines – then my world changes. This is what is happening with the “option of the poor,” for in the gospel it is the poor person who is the neighbor par excellence…
But the poor person does not exist as an inescapable fact of destiny. His or her existence is not politically neutral, and it is not ethically innocent. The poor are a by-product of the system in which we live and for which we are responsible. They are marginalized by our social and cultural world. They are the oppressed, exploited proletariat, robbed of the fruit of their labor and despoiled of their humanity. Hence the poverty of the poor is not a call to generous relief action, but a demand that we go and build a different social order."
-Gustavo Gutierrez

This week I accompanied Nema and Naomi to do a mid-term evaluation on the "HIV Control and Reproductive Health Enhancement Project" in Ng'enda. Depending on the temperamental Kenyan traffic, Ng'enda is about an hours drive from Nairobi. The drive back and forth with one of my superviser, Nema, allowed for valuable, insightful conversation. Nema is a passionate and purposeful woman. Her stories and advice were steeped with years of experience as a Public Health worker and her passion for HIV/AIDS.

Just a little traffic = more talking time

Let me give you some background to the Ng'enda project. In Ng'enda, AIDS has caused pervasive premature mortality of the most productive groups, leaving behind orphaned children and overwhelmed widows. AIDS has destroyed human capital and reduced labor force. Sadly, increased stigma around HIV has resulted in denial of basic human rights for people living with HIV. In addition, the soil in the area is infertile resulting in high crop failure and low food security. The goal of this project is to improve the overall health status of the community by reducing HIV transmissions and mitigating HIV impact in the area. The project also focuses on improving the economic status and food security, especially for women and girls, in the area.



The final discussion to analyze all the FGDs 

Similar to Taita Taveta, although not as extensive, we held various focused group discussions (FGD) with the community health workers, the village men and women, and the elders. The FGDs would help us see how the project is progressing and what changes need to be made. Like most World Renew projects, the Ng'enda project is closely partnering with a local church, government officials, and local organizations.


The partner church


The small nursery school run by the church

I've realized that community development is more about the process and less about the results. If you look past the process, you won't get the results. The process involves transformation of heart - starting with the development worker and working around every member of the community. That transformation of heart does not take place overnight. Like gardening, it requires patience and nurture. Often, donors and big organizations want results fast. They are interested in cookie-cutter projects and quantitative, not qualitative, data. But without transformation of heart, there's no ownership. An orphan may very easily become "that organization's problem" rather than the community's child. I think it's human nature to want to focus on the harvest rather than the process of seed-planting and growth.
It's been nearly two years since the Ng'enda project began and they are only just beginning to see a change of heart and ownership in some community members - that's how much patience is required.

This makes me think of how God feels when He sees me making countless mistakes. He could choose to get fast results by getting me from point A to point B without letting me ask questions. Instead, the Maker of the Universe chooses to let me make my own mistakes. He is patient with me when, time and time again, I turn away from Him and seek my own will. He is faithful and doesn't give up on me even when I've lost hope in myself. He's more interested in the transformation of my heart than in seeing "results". Goodness, where would I be - where would we all be - if God was simply focused on "results".

On the last day in Ng'enda with Naomi, Patrick, Nema, and Belinda 

Just before we left, a group of women from the community called us over to talk to us. They handed us each a black plastic bag. I peered inside to find some fresh arrowroot - a "thank-you" from the community.