Sailing together in Jesus’ boat…
One of the best things about living in South Africa is that the country virtually shuts down during the Christmas season. Not only is it the holidays, but it is also our big summer vacation. Many people are off for the three-four weeks, including us at Growing the Church. For Americans, who struggle to get off for two weeks during the year, a month-long holiday is a treasure.
I thoroughly enjoyed my leave. I spent most of the time reading and sleeping, two of my favourite things. We had such a hectic year; the rest did me wonders.
I love to read, and I read these books over the break:
So, we’re back at work. It’s a new year and a new start. Come on 2017!
Wednesday! This is my long day. I start work at Carmen Bajo around 8:30AM, teach 2 two hour sewing sessions, break for lunch, resume teaching until 4:30PM and then head down the hill to the church to help with an evening women’s group until 7PM. This is a typical day… well actually there is no “typical day” at Carmen Bajo. Often a student doesn’t show up for class and I am left to fill the time slot allotted for teaching. A very meaningful and overwhelming task at hand is organizing the sewing room–wow, such a tiny space that houses so many things! So. Many. Things.
From what I understand, the sewing program is somewhat of a revolving door. Sewing instructors come and go, leaving behind their project materials. Consequently the sewing room has evolved into a drive-by project room for Carmen Bajo. Unfinished projects and their trail of scraps are stuffed into every drawer, cabinet, and shelf. This disorganization (which could obviously be a hinderance to productive) has somehow become an encouraging reminder of the bigger picture at hand, a nod to those who have gone before me with the same mission in mind — spreading the love of Christ through sewing. Every scrap of useless fabric and garbage bag of uncompleted projects reminds me of Hebrews 12:1: “Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.” Let me pick up where one has left off and continue running the race set before me.
xoxo!
Each Thursday and Sunday evening we have a Holy Communion service. Students know that I’m very serious about keeping time, and they have much improved upon not entering during prayers or Scripture readings. I’m very proud of them.
I don’t know whether this is an African thing, or a low church thing, but our students rarely enter the chapel many minutes before the service, if at all. It’s become something of a joke that the Archdeacon (me) comes to invite them to enter the chapel when really, I fail to understand why I have to urge clergy and ordinands to come to church.
In their defense, at 5:00pm the heat is decreasing, and since they are all required to attend, the time before the service is a good time to fellowship.
So Thursday, the students were scattered on the lawn outside the chapel as the team was beginning to process. I took this photo just for fun, not to shame them, yet they got the point and entered the chapel. A picture truly is worth more than a thousand words (of correction)!
Life is unpredictable when you are living 9,350 feet above sea level, but at least the views are incredible! On Tuesday I started my project at the sewing studio in Carmen Bajo, a low-to-no-income neighborhood located on a steep mountainside in Quito. The facility at Carmen Bajo serves the community in multiple ways– child daycare, elementary education, sewing classes for teenage girls, an evening group for women, kitchen jobs, and young adult education. The ministry site reaches deep into the community of Carmen Bajo. You can feel the joy and hope we have in Christ as soon as you enter the building. I am so blessed to be part of such a special place.
For the sewing project I work with four girls ages 17-22. Pamela, Katy, Merrily and Pamela. Their bright faces and eager hearts give me the encouragement I need, especially when I know little sewing vocabulary in Spanish. Even the simplest task, such as asking the girls to thread a needle, can be quite difficult and takes several attempts at guessing the right word. The silver lining, I am learning more Spanish, and they more English. I planned to have a translator but here in “Flexaudor”, you need to roll with the punches. Plans frequently fall through and it’s often up to you to find an alternative solution. Thankfully, the Lord knew my path before I set out! Without knowing, I purchased sewing patterns with English and Spanish instructions. From what I can tell, two of the girls can’t read but at least I can read to them and together we can figure it out!
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I hope in Him!” Lamentations 3:24