We prayed that we, as ordinary vessels, could be used for extraordinary things through God, the Master Potter. I can confidently say we were all amazed and humbled by God's almighty power working in our lives. We were shown what grace, kindness, gentleness, forgiveness, compassion and hope look like. His image was reflected in the eyes of the 31 children who call the Hope for Orphans Rescue Center (HOREC) in Kenya home. Here, “love one another, as I have loved you,” (John 13:34) is not a suggestion—it is a beautiful way of life. I'm reminded of the Beatitudes, Matthew 5:3-12, and Luke 6:20-23. Especially poignant to me is, "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God." These children do see God. They know, love and give thanks to God at all times, in all places and in all things. We were blessed to witness how yolking one’s self with Christ truly lightens the load.
Yes, these children and their caretakers are burdened by many things; scarcity of safe drinking water, sufficient medical care, secure educational opportunities, social stigmas, etc., but spiritually they are rich beyond measure! Bwana Asifiwe! (Praise God!) A good lesson for us North Americans—as much as our neighbors half-way around the world lack in material things, we can be spiritually deprived by allowing ourselves to be so distracted by materialism. I speak for myself when I say it is easy to complain about what I lack rather than be grateful for what I have. It is easy to become complacent, indifferent and/or feel paralyzed and helpless about such vast needs that exist in many places in this world. But, we are taught in 2 Corinthians 12:9-10, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." None of my doubt will change a thing. None of my selfish humanity will benefit God's kingdom. I know He would rather I recognize hope and show me what I can do, rather than have me waste energy focusing on what I cannot do. I believe He wants each of us to realize, "all things are possible with God" (Matthew 19:26). The first step for me was to trust Him, to not only believe IN God, but to BELIEVE Him. To accept the wholeness of His Grace, then to be open to His will for me. I pray I can remain so. In pain, darkness and suffering, there is incredible comfort at His feet.
As we returned home, our team leader, Scott French, said to us about God, "He will place on our hearts different take aways. Some of us may be called to go back immediately, others to return years from now or to go to another place, others to tell the story, others to become missionaries, others to give mightily, others to take on the hunger challenge in our world and to serve abandoned children for our life, etc. It is all in God's hands." Yes, it is in God's hands, and WE are His hands...and feet. What might your role be in serving as the Body of Christ? Is it lifting up prayer, giving of your time or your talents? Is it reaching out through direct service to the vulnerable people of this world or financially supporting another who can go and build relationships with Christ's children and show them they are not forgotten? Are you able to network resources for their good? Is your present role to surrender your own burdens to the One who has offered His Grace to you, allowing yourself to know His peace and gaining a personal understanding of your place in His Kingdom?
I pray we can all know we are loved beyond measure, and that when we realize this, we too will extend that overflowing love to one another, our neighbors, those we know and those unfamiliar—we are all One Body with Many Parts. Tafadhali (please) explore what part is yours. God speaks to us in different ways, He relates to me through the sweet, affectionate words of Christopher Robin to his beloved Pooh Bear, "If ever there is a tomorrow when we're not together...there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart...I'll always be with you." And so it is with Christ. If you feel prompted to serve directly, but like many of us, don't quite see how, find comfort knowing "God doesn't call the prepared, he prepares the called." Just like He did for many of us, if you give Him the chance, He will surprise you and work it all out. For photos and a journal of our days in Kenya kept by Joyce Genord, please visit: http://horecmission2010.blogspot.com/
May we go with Him in peace,
Kerry Wuthrich
There will be an opportunity to learn more about Global Hope at a Mission Increase dinner on Thursday, Dec. 2 at the Omni Interlocken Resort — look for more information to come!
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Opening Day Number
Check out the video at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chJR3g-vXAM
I wish I knew the words to this song!
I wish I knew the words to this song!
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Kwaheri HOREC
Kwaheri means "goodbye" in Kiswahili. Today, we say "kwaheri" to our friends at HOREC. It will be a sad day for all of us. I think most of us have become attached to a child or two while we have been here (and vice versa). We are encouraged to say goodbye without tears, but I am not sure it is really possible. They have already been flowing all morning.
Michael started our day with a great devotional on James 2:14-26. After this visit, I think we are all encouraged to try to serve more, do more and better show our faith through works. Last year, I was overwhelmed by what I saw and experienced that instead of rising up to the challenge, I fell into a state of inactivity and depression. This is my second chance, and I thank God for blessing me so fully to be able to come back to Kenya! Bwana Asifiwe!
Tomorrow, we will visit another orphange - Into Abba's Arms. I know it is important to see other things and experience new things, but my heart longs to spend more time at HOREC. Those 31 kids have filled my heart with such joy. I truly wish I could share this fullness and peace of heart with all of you at home who are supporting us.
Michael started our day with a great devotional on James 2:14-26. After this visit, I think we are all encouraged to try to serve more, do more and better show our faith through works. Last year, I was overwhelmed by what I saw and experienced that instead of rising up to the challenge, I fell into a state of inactivity and depression. This is my second chance, and I thank God for blessing me so fully to be able to come back to Kenya! Bwana Asifiwe!
Tomorrow, we will visit another orphange - Into Abba's Arms. I know it is important to see other things and experience new things, but my heart longs to spend more time at HOREC. Those 31 kids have filled my heart with such joy. I truly wish I could share this fullness and peace of heart with all of you at home who are supporting us.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Sticky Kisses
We had a free day today. We visited the elephant orphanage and the giraffe park. It was great to get up close and personal with the animals. We were even able to get some sticky kisses from the giraffes! They have such long, long tongues. Thankfully, they didn't have bad breath! We also met Jennifer for lunch at the Karen Blixon House ("I had a farm in Africa!" -- Out of Africa). Check out the video on You Tube at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwyvcOIHljI
We are now stuck in Nairobi traffic in the dark. It took us nearly 3 hours to get to the baby elephants - we almost missed them (they only feed them from 11 - 12) - and now it is taking even longer to get back to the hotel. I think I would have preferred some sticky hugs from the little kids at HOREC today! After "sweets" (i.e., candy), their little hands and mouths get quite sticky! Some of the letters and pictures we are bringing back home will be a little sticky, too! (Don't worry, Paul, we also brought them toothbrushes and toothpaste!)
The bright spot is we were all able to pick up a few souvenirs to share with loved ones at home and as momentos of a wonderful trip.
It is hard to believe our time is coming to an end. Tomorrow will be our last day with the kids at HOREC. I will need a bit of a pep talk from Gerry so I don't cry all day tomorrow. I cannot even think about not seeing these little ones' faces without crying. I wish everyone could receive their love like we have this week.
We are now stuck in Nairobi traffic in the dark. It took us nearly 3 hours to get to the baby elephants - we almost missed them (they only feed them from 11 - 12) - and now it is taking even longer to get back to the hotel. I think I would have preferred some sticky hugs from the little kids at HOREC today! After "sweets" (i.e., candy), their little hands and mouths get quite sticky! Some of the letters and pictures we are bringing back home will be a little sticky, too! (Don't worry, Paul, we also brought them toothbrushes and toothpaste!)
The bright spot is we were all able to pick up a few souvenirs to share with loved ones at home and as momentos of a wonderful trip.
It is hard to believe our time is coming to an end. Tomorrow will be our last day with the kids at HOREC. I will need a bit of a pep talk from Gerry so I don't cry all day tomorrow. I cannot even think about not seeing these little ones' faces without crying. I wish everyone could receive their love like we have this week.
Spring Valley
We went to Spring Valley on Thursday. We spent time learning more about Spring Valley and delivered food packages and prayed with some of the families there.
I remembered many of the teachers and people there from last November. Little John, the little boy with the bad foot, followed us around from school room to school room. He is doing so good and was so happy and excited while we were there. (Larry and Joe, I do you see him in the picture above? I thought you might enjoy as I know you both spent some time with him last year.)
Gerry gave the kids in STD8 (basically, our 8th grade) a pep talk. They take exams in November that are critical to determining their futures in high school.
We learned how Spring Valley got its name. Pastor Stanley told us that the Parklands Church in Spring Valley, a wealthier area of Nairobi, started the church in the Spring Valley slum area. When they built a new church, Parklands used the supplies from the old church to build the church in the Spring Valley slum area. So, the new church ended up being called "Spring Valley."
Pastor Stanley and Alice continue to do amazing work there. The testimonies we heard were so encouraging. They are trying to raise funds to build a new building that would house offices, a library, medical clinic, study hall and a dorm for high-risk girls. Older girls are often sexually abused in Kenya, even by male family members. Spring Valley recently had their first successful prosecution of sexual abuse.
It was much easier to visit Spring Valley this year. I don't know if it was because my heart was much better prepared for what I would see or if God answered my prayers and allowed me to focus on the positives this time around. The words of Richard Stearns in his book, A Hole in the Gospel, described how I felt during last year's visit to Spring Valley and I was very apprehensive to return again this year:
"I didn't want to be there. I wasn't supposed to be there, so far out of my comfort zone -- not in that place where orphaned children live by themselves in their agony. There poverty, disease and squalor had eyes and faces that stared back, and I had to see and smell and touch the pain of the poor."
But, this year I saw homes with love (not homes without furniture, light or beds, I saw children smiling and laughing, I saw children eating and learning, I saw a community working together. I thank God for helping me to see the positives this time around. It doesn't take away the need for me to help, but it helps me to not feel so helpless.
After Spring Valley, we spent a couple hours out at HOREC. Gerry and I read the younger kids the letters from their American friends. What a great way to end the day! Those kids always fill my heart with such love.
I will post videos on You Tube later, so some of you can see the kids receiving your letters.
I remembered many of the teachers and people there from last November. Little John, the little boy with the bad foot, followed us around from school room to school room. He is doing so good and was so happy and excited while we were there. (Larry and Joe, I do you see him in the picture above? I thought you might enjoy as I know you both spent some time with him last year.)
Gerry gave the kids in STD8 (basically, our 8th grade) a pep talk. They take exams in November that are critical to determining their futures in high school.
We learned how Spring Valley got its name. Pastor Stanley told us that the Parklands Church in Spring Valley, a wealthier area of Nairobi, started the church in the Spring Valley slum area. When they built a new church, Parklands used the supplies from the old church to build the church in the Spring Valley slum area. So, the new church ended up being called "Spring Valley."
Pastor Stanley and Alice continue to do amazing work there. The testimonies we heard were so encouraging. They are trying to raise funds to build a new building that would house offices, a library, medical clinic, study hall and a dorm for high-risk girls. Older girls are often sexually abused in Kenya, even by male family members. Spring Valley recently had their first successful prosecution of sexual abuse.
It was much easier to visit Spring Valley this year. I don't know if it was because my heart was much better prepared for what I would see or if God answered my prayers and allowed me to focus on the positives this time around. The words of Richard Stearns in his book, A Hole in the Gospel, described how I felt during last year's visit to Spring Valley and I was very apprehensive to return again this year:
"I didn't want to be there. I wasn't supposed to be there, so far out of my comfort zone -- not in that place where orphaned children live by themselves in their agony. There poverty, disease and squalor had eyes and faces that stared back, and I had to see and smell and touch the pain of the poor."
But, this year I saw homes with love (not homes without furniture, light or beds, I saw children smiling and laughing, I saw children eating and learning, I saw a community working together. I thank God for helping me to see the positives this time around. It doesn't take away the need for me to help, but it helps me to not feel so helpless.
After Spring Valley, we spent a couple hours out at HOREC. Gerry and I read the younger kids the letters from their American friends. What a great way to end the day! Those kids always fill my heart with such love.
I will post videos on You Tube later, so some of you can see the kids receiving your letters.
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