Showing posts with label orphans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label orphans. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN

Danielle Alig was in Swaziland this summer with Adventures in Missions just like my son Patrick except she was on a longer trip geared toward college-aged young adults. Her Passport team ministered in many of the same places as the Ambassadors including the Mangwaneni Carepoint. This Manzini Carepoint is located within walking distance of the neighborhood we are looking at living in. I was able to visit there with Children's HopeChest back in 2008. Patrick's team has spent many days there. For all these reasons, I am always particularly interested when I see anything written about it. I found this blog post particularly poignant and Danielle is allowing me to share it here at Graceland.

My heart tends to fight for the underdog and against the big bad bully in nearly every situation. My heart aches for the ones who are picked on or are generally ignored. These feelings also surface not only in caring for the underdog but in disciplining the oppressor (Future Teacher Status).

The "Dump" carepoint in Manzini, is a place in which the Lord has truly showed me his face and his love for the ignored of this world. Upon arriving nearly 7 weeks ago and each Monday that followed, I felt and noticed a continued air of sexuality and inappropriateness over the young children. They were winking at us, giving looks that gave me chills, touching us and each other in inappropriate ways, and saying inappropriate things.

There was one boy in particular that always seemed too attach on to this persona more than all of the others. He was also always hitting and pushing all of the other children. I instantly deemed him "Trouble", and was constantly keeping my distant and reprimanding him when he hit or kicked. I knew who he was and his face stuck with me but for reasons that were not of the Lord.

Two weeks ago, he was up to his usual business, and I felt an exceptional pull to him. I felt the need to pray over the child and ask the Lord to remove the spirits that were surrounding him. I felt the Lord tell me to pray for his protection at home and to give him back his beautiful childlike spirit rather than the one that he currently carried, that was far beyond his years. I left that particular Monday feeling defeated and aching for the children especially this little boy. I do not know what their home lives are like but I do know they are learning and consequently acting out these characteristics somewhere.


This past Monday when we arrived at the carepoint, this same little boy caught my eye and I thought there's trouble. I wonder what he will be up to today; I had better stay clear from him. Little did I know the Lord planned to use this "troubled" child to teach me a major lesson and show me more of His love for me.

I sat down on in the dirt and was instantly bombarded with little boys climbing all over me. There were three in my lap and one that was inconveniently chocking me while climbing on my back. When the children are chocking me I tend to quickly push them off my back, but today for some reason I let them all be. However after about 10 minutes my legs fell terrible asleep, I made the children stand up but kept the one on my back. Little did I know "trouble" was on my back. I sat back down and he was then lying in my lap. He was being good so I let him be. Over the course of the next three hours we became best friends. The day was full of laughter, making funny faces, photos, and videos. The Lord made me fall in love with his beautiful child.

"Trouble" was being a child, a beautiful 5 year-old-boy. He was simply loving on me and I felt a bond forming between us. He wasn't being mean to anyone or doing things that made me shake my head he was just enjoying his afternoon playing with this weird white girl. I could not control my smile and neither could he. It was just the two of us bonding together and finding a little bit of peace in what must be a hard world even for this 5 year old boy.

The Lord truly changed my heart for this boy. He showed me that this little boy is the underdog just as much as the one he sometimes bullies. He needs love just as much as the other children. He is angry or doing the things he is doing because he is lost and doesn't know the meaning of true love.

As I walked away from the carepoint that day with my heart full of love for this child and longing to see him next week, I heard the Lord whisper this is how I felt and feel about YOU. I was the "trouble" child. I was living my life as the bully, and often still do, when I was far from the Lord. I was hurting others both physically and verbally and living my life in constant defense. I was living as far away from the Lord as physically possible. Forcing away any sort of love others were trying to poor into my life. The Lord simply took the time to love me. He made me feel His love and gave me his full attention and saved me from my BAD GIRL self and IS TURNING me into the GOOD GIRL he has designed me to be.

This Lord used me to love this BOY like He loves him as well as to teach me even a bit more about the undeserving LOVE he has for me. I loved this boy for one day and feel in love with him, and was able to see the Lord beautifully through him. I cannot even fathom how the Lord Loves me and has seen me through all the trials and separation I have caused between us. I am feeling more and more like a beautiful daughter simply sitting and cuddling in my Father's lap.




To read more blog posts from Danielle's Passport Team, visit their website: http://swaziland.adventures.org/

Thursday, July 25, 2013

PATRICK'S NEW NAME

We heard more news from Patrick's team in Swaziland today. This message sent from Drew, one of his male teammates, was especially interesting to us as it mentioned our boy by name:

"Wow...God has done so much in us this week, I don't even know where to start. I'll save most of the stories for when I'm home...God is working amazingly! We have been going to care points usually 5 days a week, and we have built different relationships with the kids. Yesterday Christina and I were helping the women at the care point move food, and we found 6 rats in the food storage room. She, Patrick, and I spent over an hour killing all the rats, cause they were getting all in the kids' food. Yesterday evening we also helped by painting a playground at a different care point. Last week we met another missions team called "Hosea's Heart". They run a home for girls at risk for prostitution and abuse...and tonight we are visiting them and the girls there! i am so excited. We also have an opportunity to do a church service of sorts at the Hope House on Monday."

We also heard that they were going to visit the Nazarene Hospital in Manzini.

As Drew said, "Wow...God has done so much". What amazing opportunities the team, including Patrick, is getting to serve and grow and learn.

After hearing about Patrick killing the rats, his brother Travis said he is now "Prat", a combination of Patrick and Rat.

Prat, the rat killer. Prat a warrior for the little ones. Prat, one who is willing to do the hard things, things he wouldn't have ever done here in America, for the sake of ones who can't fight for themselves.

Today, it was rats. In the years to come, I can only imagine the forces my young man will be willing to stand up against for the sake of the call. For the sake of our Lord. For the sake of the least and the lost.
Patrick at the Sandra Lee Centre
January 2012

Friday, June 21, 2013

FOR MY FUTURE CHILDREN


I have had a heart for orphans and adoption since I was a child. I have been blessed with seven biological children and love them very, very much. But deep down, I just really believe that God isn't going to stop at seven. I can't have any more children biologically, but I can have more children through other routes. I can have spiritual children. Those who might have a mom and dad, or could be orphaned. I won't ever adopt them or even foster them. They may never live with me, but God will use me as a mother in their life, nonetheless. Then there will be children that I believe God will bring to us for a season. They might not ever be able to be legally ours, but I will love them just as fiercely as my own "legal" children whether they are with me for just a short time or for years and years. And then I believe there will be children who need a forever home that we will be able to make a legal part of our family. They will be adopted and become just as much a MacLellan, regardless of their color or origin, as my American born babies.

Several weeks ago, I wrote a prayer and blessing for my future children. I wrote it quickly into a spiral bound notebook during a time of worship. I share it here because, to be honest, I am not very good at keeping up with stuff and what with our move to Africa, I didn't want to lose it. I wanted it to be here so one day I can show it to each of them and they can see that their mama loved them even before they were known. It is an unconditional love that reflects Father God's love for us.


My arms yearn to hold them.
My lips long to kiss their beautiful faces.
My hands ache to stroke their hair and caress their foreheads.
My heart aches to be with them, be present with them.
My eyes crave to see them for real.
My spirit hurts for the hurts i know they are feeling now.

Oh Jesus, be with them.
Oh Spirit, comfort them.
Oh Father, let them know that their mommy and daddy are on their way.
Until we are there to be Your provision, let them somehow know that they are loved and that you are holding them til we can get there.

But even when I get there, even when their new daddy takes them to their loving home, even when their brothers and sisters bring them into the loud, craziness of our family, may they know that you are still their true parent. You are the true source of their provision. You are their true family. You still have them in Your arms.

It is You Lord who give us the ability to love them.
It is You Lord who sustains them.
It is You Lord who made our home big enough.
Oh Lord, it is You who makes our sustenance enough.
Or Lord, it is You who makes our love large enough to include all You bring to us.

Lord, help our children know that even more than we will love them,
You will love them forever.
You loved them at Calvary.
You loved them at the laying of the earth's foundation.
You loved them before, You loved them now, You love them in the future.

You love them forever and ever and ever.

Oh my children, my heart for you, my willingness to leave my home, my family, my security, is only a tiny picture of how much He is willing to give for You.

Jesus left Heaven for you! He left all the riches, peace, joy, and love of heaven. He left His home so you can have all His riches, peace, joy, and love. Your daddy and I are on our way to give you a new home, a new family, but Jesus already came to give you an eternal home and an eternal Heaven.

You are my reward and I love you.

I love you now, I'll love you even better in the years to come.

Monday, June 17, 2013

THE BIG REVEAL


Are you ready for the big reveal?

Drum roll, please....

Finally, after what seems like a super, duper, really long time but has really been only a little over a week, I am able to tell you what our family will be doing when we move to Swaziland at the end of this year.





When Jim sent me, Anna, Betsie, and Rhonda to Swaziland just a couple of weeks ago, it was to go do a lot of looking and listening. We had been asked to consider serving with two particular ministries and we also needed to look into housing options as well as some other details. At the end of our week in Swaziland, all four of us believed that we had accomplished what God wanted us to do during our time there and we all believed that God was telling us "yes" about the two ministries. We also believed He was showing how He would provide for the four areas that Jim was asking provision concerning.

You can read more about this process of seeking His will at a post I wrote a few days ago:
http://elysasmusingsfromgraceland.blogspot.com/2013/06/yebo.html


After we returned, we shared with Jim what we had seen, who we had talked to, what we believed God was saying to us, and Jim also agreed. God really orchestrated it all so beautifully. He made the answer very clear for us and put within all of us a peaceful rightness about the whole thing.

So without further adieu, I joyfully share with you what we will be doing during the first season of our life in Swaziland. We realize that in the years to come, our lives will change and what we are doing in Swailand might look very different but for now, we are looking forward to two main areas of ministry.



Just as with our lives here at We Will Go, we want our lives to be characterized by loving our neighbors. We also want our lives in Swaziland to put to use the gifts that God has given us and be a fulfillment of the dreams He has planted within us. For me, that means loving on a lot of little children, especially orphans, and encouraging Christians in living out the purposes that God has for their lives. Jim is a teacher and has a tremendous heart for the fatherless. He wants to be a spiritual daddy for boys in need of a Godly man in their life and he wants to encourage men to be the fathers that God wants them to be.



For us, this journey of ministry will start in Manzini. For those of you not familiar with Swaziland, Manzini is in the middle of the country. It really is the hub. There are only two cities in Swaziland, the capital city which is Mbabane and then Manzini. Now by American standards, most folks would only call them towns. You can easily walk the length of the downtown areas of both cities in just 10 or 15 minutes. Manzini has a population of 73,000. You will find elements representing the modern side of Africa, such as the Kentucky Fried Chicken and a very nice shopping mall, as well as the more traditional side of Africa, such as the craft market and many people still living in mud huts. We will start out renting a house with hopes of building a place of our own in a couple of years.

As far as our ministry, much of it will be informal. We will build friendships with neighbors, pray for the market vendors, and just as we do in the States, throw many parties and constantly have the kids' pals in and out of the house for sleepovers. We want to take the principles that we've loved here at We Will Go, that of simply loving the neighbors that God brings into our lives, and apply them to Swaziland.



We will also minister through more formal channels as well.

Jim has been asked by Dudley Donaldson to teach Bible classes at the Zion Bible College for this coming year. While we felt that God was closing the door on us becoming official Zion Evangelical Ministries of Africa missionaries, we still really love the vision and work of this organization and we're excited that Jim will get to use his gift of teaching through this avenue. He will be part of a teaching team, comprised of Swazi pastors and other missionaries. This will give him the chance to not only teach the Word to Swazis, but also build friendships with Swazi men and learn the language more quickly. I'll get to build relationships with the women who attend the classes and the pastors' wives.



The second more formal ministry also involves the Donaldsons, bless their hearts. I guess they know what they're getting into considering all nine of us stayed with them for about a week last year, Jim and I stayed with them nearly three years ago, and we girls stayed with them on our recent trip. But can you really be fully cognizant of the awesomeness of this crazy menagerie until you've spent lots of time with us? Regardless, they've gone and asked us and even gave us permission to tell the whole world so they are stuck now. When we move to Manzini, we will be partnering with them plus a beautiful, Christian family that the Donaldsons have been blessed to get to know over the last few years. The relationship goes beyond friendship, they are family to each other. This Swazi family is truly walking out true religion as they care for the orphans and widows of their rural community located just a short drive outside of Manzini. The church that they lead is a strong, Biblically-sound fellowship full of true believers who are passionate about Jesus and passionate about loving each other. We will be there to just help however they need and the Lord leads, holding up their arms as they serve God and His precious "least of these". We have already met many of the people living there and I'm already quite smitten with several of the children. I also stand in awe of the strength and servant hearts of some of the women I've met. They will teach me much about obeying the Lord with joy and gratitude in the face of many trials. 




Many have asked about plans between now and when we move to Swaziland. Jim and I will go for a week, probably in November or the beginning of December, to sign a lease on a rental house. Jim's last day to work for the State of Mississippi is December 1. We will, hopefully, get completely packed up during the month of November so when we return from our lease-signing trip, all we have left to do is spend time with family and friends saying good-bye and celebrating the Christmas holidays. Once Christmas is over, it will be time to load our suitcases up and drive to an airport. Some have asked if Anna and Betsie will be going with us. They are hoping to go over for a week or two when we first move over, but much will depend on their college holidays and when we get to actually leave for Africa. They will not be moving with us but instead will stay here to follow God's will for their lives, pursuing their university degrees. We hope that they will both be able to come visit us our first summer in Swaziland, but all that is just hopeful thinking at this point. Jim will start teaching at the beginning of the new school year which there, starts after the beginning of the calendar year. Their school years run January to December.

So there you have it! The big reveal of God's plan. I am very excited. It isn't what I thought it would be even just a few months ago, but now that it is shaping up, it is even better than I expected. And He answered so many of our prayers even faster than I expected. But isn't that like God? When we delight ourselves in Him, then He delights in giving us so much more than we could ever imagine.


And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters
 or father or mother or children or lands
for my name’s sake,
 will receive a hundredfold and will inherit eternal life.

Matthew 19:29



Thank you, Father, for direction, and calling, and goodness, and grace, and love.  Thank you for answering our prayers and giving us even the ability to serve and love you.  You are so good!  We can never deserve Your goodness and faithfulness but I thank You for it.  Use us, Lord.  We are yours!


Friday, April 12, 2013

THE COST OF COMPASSION

I was blessed to meet Danielle Brower when I traveled to Swaziland on Jim's first trip to that nation nearly three years ago. Danielle lives in Minnesota and is the coordinator of the Bheveni Carepoint sponsor group that we are a part of. She is also my friend and sister in Christ. She is one of the few people who is as obsessed with Swaziland as I am, and that's saying a lot! Recently, she wrote about her journey to loving the children of Swaziland and what God has shown her about compassion. I wanted to share her story here at Graceland.

Danielle in Swaziland Cropped

“Let us not underestimate how hard it is to be compassionate. Compassion is hard because it requires the inner disposition to go with others to a place where they are weak, vulnerable, lonely, and broken. But this is not our spontaneous response to suffering. What we desire most is to do away with suffering by fleeing from it or finding a quick cure for it.”~ Henry Nouwen


In 2009, Mike & I read a great little book called Red Letters: Living A Faith That Bleeds written by Tom Davis. It is not an exaggeration to say that God used the words of that book to change the course of where we thought our lives would go.

A snapshot into our life back then: We had a good source of income, a big ole house, great neighbors, even better family and spent most of our time indulging in things that would maintain our comfortable lifestyle. Sounds pretty good, right? Don’t get me wrong, we were/are not millionaires. Not even close. But hey, why not try to look like one, right? It’s the American way! But nothing – absolutely nothing was filling the aching inside both of us to live a life that would draw others closer to Him. For a while, we felt like all our extra time was spent just taking care & repairing the THINGS we had spent good money on, anyhow! Can I get an amen?

But He, in His loving kindness, answered those aches… just not like we ever thought.

After reading Red Letters, we looked at each other and said, ‘WOW! Where have we been all of our Christian lives?” We knew we couldn’t go back to life as usual. We started simple enough though. We took one small step to sponsor a young lady in Swaziland, Africa through Children’s HopeChest. Just like when our own boys were born, God used this little girl to show us a deeper level of love & acceptance than we ever thought possible.

It wasn’t long after that an opportunity was presented to me to help other kids in Swaziland find sponsors too. I thought, ‘I know all kinds of loving people, who when they find out what these kids are going through, will be moved with compassion and help however they can!’

And you know what? Its happened. All those loving people have listened to us for over 3 years now, and been moved to empathetic tears, moved to fervent prayer, moved to action time & time again for children who would otherwise have NO hope of survival.

Did you know that compassion literally means, ‘to suffer with‘?

Another definition of compassion is
 ‘sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune,
 accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering.’

When we sing in church, “Open the eyes of my heart, Lord… I want to see You.” Compassion is His answer. You want to see God? Go to the hurting, sit with the broken, help the hungry. You WILL see & feel God all around you.

I am utterly grateful for a God who SO longs to intimately love & know His people that He allows for nothing besides Him to fill the void, to fill our longing hearts. Do you get that? How crazy He is for you… for those around you?

So we never saw this journey of ‘compassion’ coming, but I assure you we never feel God’s love more than when we empty ourselves, than when we throw aside temporal things to show His love to the wounded, the lonely, the hurting.

The above Henry Nouwen quote is so true. As wonderful as this journey has been, it has not been an easy one. That’s okay, because as my mother says, God did not call us to a ‘soft’ life. What on earth are we here for if not to love the lost, lean into the forgotten, and lay down our comfy lives for the broken, so that they may ultimately know Him?

For each of us, active compassion will take us down many different roads (not necessarily to Africa!). But all the roads lead to loving more, giving more, and ultimately leading a broken world into the compassionate arms of Jesus.

The cost of compassion…

If it means living a ‘smaller’ life…

If it means having less time for TV & less money for manicures…

If it means giving up vacation time to go love on some orphans half a world a way…

If it means suffering with the forgotten & lonely…

I’ll humbly pay it over & over again, knowing that my Jesus paid the ultimate price.

Our journey moves on. We learn more & more every day about what it means to truly love: not for our own pat on the back, but to help transform lives that they may see His saving grace.

We were fortunate to partner with a ministry whose sole purpose is to see lives holistically transformed. The short video below shows some of the ways that the compassion of Jesus has been lived out. I say it so often, but Children’s HopeChest is not interested in creating a name for themselves. They aren’t giving hand outs and creating dependency on foreign aid. They are feeding, discipling, training, educating and giving people around the world the tools necessary to transform their own lives. The video shows a few ways that is happening.



Swaziland: Transformation from Children's HopeChest on Vimeo.


I hope you are encouraged to shine the light & love of Jesus, with His compassion as your guide. And in comparison to His great, crazy, all-consuming love for us, the ‘cost’ is not a ‘cost’ at all, but an invitation to further partake in the greatest love story ever told.

Shine On!
Danielle

Should you want more information on what sponsorship means, follow this link:  
 
 
We have over 30 orphaned and vulnerable children in the rural community outside of Manzini who need a friend and the security of knowing they will be fed, drink clean water, be taught about Jesus, and have access to medical care should they need it.

If you'd like to read more of Danielle's writings, visit her blog:   http://moms4change.net/

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

BIG NEWS ABOUT OUR FUTURE

I wanted to take the time to thank all of you who have supported us in varying ways as we journey toward living in Swaziland. The outpouring of love, demonstrated through prayers, emails, offerings, messages, and just the willingness to listen, has really made such a huge difference in this process.

So happy (and freezing) together.   #lakemichigan #waukeganillinois #sohappytogether #songlyrics #freezing #winter #windy #marriedromance #ilovethisromance #lighthouse 3-16-13

We still don't have all the answers, but the joy, love, and peace we are experiencing during this season in our life is truly a gift from the Lord.

This past weekend, as most of you know, we traveled up to Zion, Illinois, and met with the folks at the ZEMA headquarters. We had applied to be missionaries with them and for the last year or two, really thought this was how we'd be serving in Swaziland. After long discussions and much prayer, we have all come to the conclusion that we are not a good match for their ministry. We really respect and appreciate what they are doing in Southern Africa. Many are coming to Jesus and being strengthened in their faith and leadership as a result of ZEMA, but it isn't the direction the Lord is taking us.

At this moment, we are still seeking God's will for the direction He does want us to take. We are still very sure of our calling. We know that He does want us serving Him in Swaziland. We know that we have a heart for orphans and my husband especially has a heart for teaching and ministering to fatherless boys and young men. The whole family desires for us to be involved in a ministry that will allow us to all serve together. We have gotten used to this style of ministry living here at We Will Go and look forward to having Jim around us even more once he retires.

We need your prayers even more as we seek God's will for the specific ministry He wants us to be a part of, where we should be living, and other important aspects. We have some very interesting possibilities at this point and know that if they are God's best, then when the time is right, He'll confirm them and make them all work out.

I'll keep you updated on news and prayer requests as we keep traveling this road. Again, thank you all for your support. We hope to see many of you before we move to Swaziland, Lord willing, in 9 to 10 months. If not before we move, you'll just have to come visit us in Africa!

With excitement and overwhelming joy, Elysa

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

PALES IN COMPARISON


I'll be honest, as much as I dream about moving to Swaziland, sometimes I get worried about things and other times I think about how much I'm going to miss my big girls when they are in college here and I'll be living all the way over there. I wonder about where we'll live and if we'll have to move around often. I hope that my other five kids will adjust well and like it but I don't have that guarantee. And I hope that our retirement will be enough to live on and that we don't have to live too frugally. And I even have silly concerns, such as will all our stuff that we are going to ship arrive safely to Swaziland.

And then I read reports from Swaziland and I am reminded of what really matters. I read about the life-and-death struggles facing so many people, including babies and wee children, every single day. Those true stories make my concerns pale in comparison. They also remind me that the sacrifices are worth it because the children and Lord I'm sacrificing for are worth it.

People ask if it is going to be hard to leave here and move there. There will be some things that will be hard. Some days, even weeks and months, are going to be intensely hard, but when I think of those who are in desperate need for help in Swaziland, and I think about all my Lord has done for me, then once again I know that I will continue to say "yes" to this call, no matter the cost.

Janine Maxwell, co-founder of a home for abandoned babies in Swaziland, wrote a post that illustrates all too clearly why missionaries are needed there and why those of us who are still State-side must continue to give and pray:

Swaziland Baby Asher El Roi Janine Maxwell
Baby Asher

On Thursday I got a call from a Social Worker at a local hospital saying that there was another case of rape and the 17-year old girl couldn’t possibly care for the baby that had been born that morning. Fortunately some of our friends and family signed up to give monthly to support the El Roi Baby Home over the Christmas holidays so I was able to say “YES” when asked if I could pick up the baby on Monday. That baby would be #23 and what a gift to have a team of volunteers here with us to celebrate his arrival!.

Then late Friday afternoon I got a call about another newborn baby boy, this time from a different hospital in a different part of the country. His mother is 26-years old and is in and out of the psychiatric hospital with many voices talking in her head. Her own mother kicked her out of the house when she came home pregnant, but would welcome her back without a baby. Could we take him? The answer was “yes” and he would be baby #24.

So baby #23 actually will be baby #24 when we go to pick him up on Monday.

When does it end? What is our maximum? I am often asked those questions by well-intentioned people from North America, but I am never asked that question by my Swazi or Kenyan co-workers or family. Not ever. Why is that? I think it is because they have been there when a baby is found or when a baby shows up starving to death or having been burned or left on the side of the road. It’s great to build spreadsheets and set goals, but at the end of the day we must prayerfully say yes to any and all babies that El Roi (the God who Sees) sends to us. I am not sure how I will say “no”, if and when that day comes.

I am thankful to each and every person who supports Heart for Africa and the El Roi home for abandoned babies. I have no doubt that El Shaddai (Our Provider) will continue to provide for these little ones. I could not do my job without you and I can’t imagine not doing what I do. I love my job, my calling and am eternally thankful to have been given this gift.

Taking the baby to the car to bring him home.

Early this morning we drove to Siteki to pick up the 4-day old baby boy, named Asher (means “Happy”) we stopped to drop food off to the homestead with 15 children living with no caregiver, whom I write about often. A dear friend from Missouri dropped money off at the US office yesterday and asked me to buy them some food. Last week I took Manna Packs and 10 KG of rice, which should have been sufficient for a month. Today I brought bananas, bread, oil, onions, potatoes, squash and other fresh food. We even brought plastic plates and cups because the children all eat out of the hot cooking pot with bare hands. Today, I discovered that the food I left last week had been stolen by a 19-year old “Auntie”. Nice eh? I am so angry. But that fight is for another day.

Swaziland children Janine Maxwell

15 children living with no adult to provide for them.

Our last stop before getting Asher home was at the National Tuberculosis Hospital. My young friend (Leah; Rachel’s mother) asked if I could bring her some mayonnaise. Mayonnaise? Yes, because she said the food was inedible and she thought mayonnaise might help. When I walked in her room I found a young woman lying naked, face down on the concrete floor. She couldn’t have weighed more than 70 pounds and was skin and bone. I was shocked and asked my friend if she was alive. She said yes, and shook her head. She said, “She is very sick and has gone mad. She refuses to lie on her mattress so lies here until they come and put her back.” Minutes later two people came in with masks on (to protect from the TB), then put on rubber gloves and lifted/dragged the lifeless body back to her mattress on the floor. That is a vision that will never leave my head, and I am thankful that our volunteers stayed in the car with the new baby.

That’s all for today, I am a bit weary and weepy and it is time to sit on the patio, look at the beauty that God has created and give thanks.

Live from Swaziland … it is Saturday afternoon.

Janine

To read more about the ministry of El Roi and Project Canaan, visit Janine's blog: http://janinemaxwell.blogspot.com/

Saturday, December 29, 2012

GOING BACK TO SERVE

This past January, we took all our kids to Swaziland to see their future home and also to minister. One of our favorite places to go during our time there was the Sandra Lee Centre in Mbabane. My kids had a blast just loving on the kids who live there, kids who were abandoned at birth in the local hospital or left without parents for other reasons.


Sadly, this is an all too common occurence for the children of Swaziland and most of those parentless children don't find themselves in a loving situation like the Sandra Lee Centre or even with a carepoint to go to once a day for a meal and other needs to be met.

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As I have mentioned before, my son Patrick will be going this summer for a month to minister to children in Swaziland. He will be serving with Adventures in Missions mostly at carepoints. He also has to raise over $4,000 in order to go.

From time to time over the next few months, we will be selling various items to raise money for this summer. Today, we've got a pair of beautiful earrings made in Mozambique, Africa, out of horn. We are selling them for $12 plus shipping and handling.

Mozambican horn earrings for sale to raise money for Patrick's mission trip with AIM to Swaziland.  Asking price is $12 plus shipping and handling.

If you don't want to buy the earrings but would just like to make a donation, we're totally cool with that, too, or as the Swazis would say, "kuhle".

Just follow this link:   https://www.adventures.org/give/donate.asp?giveto=partFund&multi=

Then choose "Ambassador" for program and type in "Patrick MacLellan" for participant's name.  And if you don't mind, shoot me a message or leave me a comment letting me know you're making a donation.  That way, we can make sure it got credited to the correct account.

Thanks and whether you can help financially or not, we really do ask for your prayers.  Money is nice, but prayers are essential!  And I don't just say that because it sounds like something nice to say.  It is the truth and we couldn't do anything effective for His Kingdom without it.

Friday, December 28, 2012

WHEN WE IGNORE THE LEAST

"Jesus explained that when we ignore the least, we ignore Him. No amount of spinning or clever justification can neutralize Jesus’ point. If we claim affinity for Christ but turn a blind eye to those He identified Himself with, there is no honor in that. There is no truth in it. 

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This is how grave the gospel’s challenge is: 'Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me' (Matthew 25:40). It is as simple as it is radical. If every believer obeyed accordingly, I daresay we would become the answer to all that ails society." --- Jen Hatmaker

Thursday, December 27, 2012

THANKFUL THURSDAY

Often since my trip back to Swaziland five years ago, I have felt out of step with this American culture. I miss Africa and find myself feeling all sorts of muddled up emotions. I have cried about things that would have barely registered on my radar and sacrificed for people and causes I didn't even know existed six or seven years ago. I have many times felt like an alien in my own country.

Tonight, we spent the evening with Jim's sister and her family. Deidra and her husband Michael have also ministered in Africa. They have also found their lives radically changed by God as a result. There is a wrecking that can go on as a product of mission trips that is almost impossible to understand if you've not experienced it yourself.

I am not glad that others experience the pain that can occur when God rips open hearts on behalf of the lost and the least, but I am thankful that not only can we now walk through this journey together, but that God is turning the hearts of more and more of His children toward the orphans and widows of Africa.


Thursday, December 06, 2012

A PIPELINE OF PROVISION

Dear Readers---

I have been sick this week with some sort of terrible bug. Even now, I write this with aching arms, hurting neck, and painful back. I am weak and praying for strength to write this and then just go back to bed.

See, there are a lot of widows in Africa who are struggling to barely keep their families alive despite their own physical pains and illnesses, ones that are a lot worse than mine. And there are even more little children in Africa who are sick and hurting and don't have a mama or a doctor or anyone to take care of them. Some of them live all by themselves, begging on streets. Others, live in a hutful of orphaned siblings. Some, though they've lost their parents, are blessed enough to have an orphan home for them to live in. But those homes need financial support to buy food, medicine, clothes, and all the other things that little children need to grow up into big, healthy, productive people.

And God is providing. And one of the ways He is doing that is through people like me and you.

Ekubo Children's Home Africa Uganda

One family in particular is on a mission to be the pipeline of God's provision for orphans in Uganda. The Magera's are a blend of African and American joined together by the mighty love of God. Please take the time to go and read their story and see if you can be part of the plan God has to take care of His precious ones at Ekubo Children's Home.

Thanks you from me but thank you even more from those precious ones at Ekubo!

http://compassinmyheart.blogspot.com/2012/11/god-is-on-move_28.html

Monday, October 22, 2012

NOT CAFFEINE

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"365 million+ orphans, while the church is busy building coffee shops. O Lord awaken the church with revival not caffeine."

~Heather Elyse

"Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring
 for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you."

James 1:27

Saturday, October 20, 2012

THROWAWAY BABY

This is from Jenifer Peterson, Adventures in Missions staffer in Nsoko, Swaziland:

Friday afternoon Eric told me: "A community member found a baby in one of the long drop toilets...he was alive."

What does a heart do with that statement? How do you wrap your mind around such depravity; such darkness; such despair? I could feel a hard shell start to try and form its way around my heart in order to prevent me from taking it in too deeply and truly feel the meaning of the words. A throwaway baby...in a long drop...tossed away like waste...

I could not get the image out of my head all night. I knew I had to go see this little one who spent some of his first hours on this earth in such filth. I had to see this miracle with my own eyes and speak life and truth over this child in contrast to the death and decay he had been covered in.

This morning, along with Claire and one of our Swazi friends, Mxolisi, we went to visit the chief's head man for the clan in which this happened. He phoned the police and we had to pay a visit to the station house to get clearance from them, as this is not only a tribal/community matter but also a police investigation. A jacket identified as belonging to the mother of the infant was found near the scene. The young woman will most likely face serious charges. After being cleared, we drove the 50 minutes to the small rural hospital where the baby had been taken. We arrived on the ward and spoke to the nurse in charge. She brought us to two double doors and as she opened them we caught our first glimpse of the baby...a tiny, perfect baby boy laid out on a full size hospital bed. There is a small space heater in the corner of the room which makes the temperature in the room uncomfortably hot...but probably just right for this little being wearing only a diaper. He has a single IV coming out of one arm. His head is wrapped in a bandage, covering his eyes to protect him from the blue light he is under. Apparently he is a bit jaundiced, so the light will help with that. He has a few small scrapes on his tummy (the end of his umbilical cord still attached), a couple bruises on his leg and a good size abrasion along his cheek...probably sustained from his cruel drop down the 10-15 foot toilet hole. His breathing is strong. He reacts to my finger tickling the bottom of his perfect, brown foot. He clings to Claire's finger with his fingers. He is a fighter!

Swaziland Baby Joseph from Petersons

I tell the nurse that if I were to name this boy, I would name him Joseph. I ask her if she knows the story from the Old Testament about a boy who also was thrown into a pit and was saved because God had great things planned for his life. She smiled and her eyes are kind as she looks down at the baby...our Joseph. She nods her head slowly. "Joseph" she says softly. She takes a small syringe out of a cup containing white liquid (formula, I guess) and puts it to Joseph's mouth. Even in his sleep, his beautiful full lips pucker around the tip and he sucks the contents of the syringe with vigor. She gives him another syringe full and sets the cup back on the bedside table before she exits the room.

Claire, Mxolisi and I stand around the bed in awe of this incredible little gift.

"God is so good. God is just so good!" Mxolisi says this phrase over and over.

I find my Bible in my bag and read from Genesis 50:20 "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives."

Placing my hand over his small chest, I can feel the satisfying beat of his heart. I start to pray. Thanking God for knowing this child before he was even born and knitting him together in his mother's womb. Praising God for protecting him while he was in the pit toilet. Praising God for the man who went in to use the outdoor toilet and then, hearing the cries coming up out of the darkness went for help in rescuing the baby. Thanking God for showing us that he has a plan over this baby boy's life. Asking God to continue to protect Joseph and cause him to grow ever stronger and healthier each day forward. Proclaiming that the beginning of this boy's life does not define how it will end! I also prayed for the heart of the mother who discarded her child; that God would pursue her and get a hold of her heart for His will to be done also in her life. I anoint the baby with oil as a sign that he has been set apart for great things in the Kingdom of the Lord.

I remember the day each one of my babies was born, something Eric and I did once we were settled in the recovery room with our small bundle. I start to sing and slowly Claire and Mxolisi join their voices in the celebratory chorus:

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday, dear Joseph...

Happy Birthday to you!"



Claire and I both take turns holding Joseph and giggle together when he finally opens his eyes, just for a brief couple of seconds in that sleepy, non-focused way newborns view the world. After settling him back under his light in the too big bed we leave the room, briefly looking back at the mighty, tiny warrior that we will always know as Joseph.

What will become of little Joseph? I don't know. Thankfully I know the God who does and I believe with an ardent faith that His plans and purpose for this wee one were spoken and set before time began and His love for Joseph will carry him through the days to come.

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Would you please join me in praying for baby Joseph, his caregivers, and his birth mother?  Pray that through all of this God will be glorified and many will be drawn closer to Him.  Pray that Baby Joseph's little life will be used to do big things in the hearts and lives of many.  Thank you.

To read more about the Petersons' ministry in Swaziland and for future updates on Baby Joseph, visit their blog:   http://ericandjen.myadventures.org/

Sunday, July 15, 2012

EXTREME GRACE IN KENYA

My husband's sister is in Kenya for the first time ever on a mission trip. She has shared about the ministry she and her husband are working with this month on her blog. It was so powerful, I wanted to share it here at Graceland.

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Extreme Grace in Kenya: Challenge Farm
Deidra Gammill
July 15, 2012

"As the morning sun begins her ascent, dividing the mist from the darkness and offering the conductor’s tap for a symphony of bird calls, another sound gently floats across the Kenyan landscape, sweeter than the birdsong, warmer than the sun. This melody emits from a ring of rich purple and brown hues gathered to greet the day and give thanks to God for blessings received and blessings yet to come. A circle of children, heads held high, dressed in uniforms of soft lavender, royal blue and deep purple that speaks of their regal African heritage, sing the Kenyan national anthem as their flag is raised, then encourage one another to cast their burdens, onto Jesus, for He cares, for them. One of the teachers praises the children for their cooperation during the week, for their hard work and diligence in their studies, and then calls them to good stewardship of their time and talents during the approaching weekend. The headmaster, his wise eyes tender with compassion, greets his charges and receives an enthusiastic and respectful “Good morning, sir” in response. He gently reminds them that two new children have joined their family and admonishes the group to embrace and look after these girls. After prayer, students are dismissed to class and the day, still early and wet with dew, begins. Excepting the name, there is little to indicate that Challenge Farm is anything other than an ordinary boarding school.

But there is nothing ordinary about Challenge Farm or the children who call it home. These are children who have come from the Kipsongo slum on the outskirts of Kitale. Their parents, if they have any, have come to Kitale to escape the war and famine further north in Lodwar and have set up residence in makeshift homes made of cardboard and rusted tin, with remnants of paper, rags and trash stuffed in openings to keep out the wind and rain. Unemployment rates are as high as 80% in Kenya, which means business is slow for those who beg for a living. Idle hours are filled with the oldest form of recreation, resulting in a booming population for this area of Kenya.

The newest citizens of the Kipsongo slum are the youngest and most vulnerable. Children as young as four roam the streets, begging for food and selling their small bodies for a few shillings. Kenya, like most African nations, lives under the shadow of AIDS, and superstitions still permeate much of the culture. One such belief is that an HIV-positive man can free himself of the disease by having sex with a virgin, so the demand for younger and younger prostitutes grows, as does the number of little girls who fall victim to rape at the hands of HIV-positive family members. So whether they are forced to beg and sell themselves on the streets in order to survive or because their families demand it of them, children of the Kipsongo slum are victims of unimaginable abuse and neglect. Most seek relief through forms of drug abuse, the most common being glue sniffing. Whiffs of shoe leather glue deaden their senses, numbing them to the cold, the hunger, the pain.

To an observer, Challenge Farm seems like an ordinary school. If you looked closely, it might even begin to look like an orphanage. Spending the day with the children would only convince you that this was an excellent school with superior students, challenged by caring teachers who have high but appropriate expectations for their students. And if you were to spend another day at Challenge Farm, you would observe the children working industriously, washing their own clothes, tending to the garden, washing their classroom floors, spending time in prayers at the chapel, and of course, playing football (Kenya’s national sport). You might see a child not dressed in the traditional purple uniform, playing while other students were in class, but even that would not surprise you because the child would not be alone. What you would not see would be signs of self-pity, bitterness, or rejection.

Challenge Farm offers these children a refuge, a sanctuary where they can learn to be children, learn to trust, and learn to receive love. It functions as a school, an orphanage, a working farm, and a thriving community. It is a family to those who have no family. But while the distance in miles from the Kipsongo slum to Challenge Farm is not far in miles, the journey is not an easy one for the children or the staff who accompany them. Challenge Farm was named so for good reason.

Short-term mission teams from America and elsewhere come to Kitale and perform street ministry, bringing children from the Kipsongo slum to Challenge Farm, offering them food, baths, clean clothes, and the opportunity to be children for a day. In this way, the children of the Kipsongo slum come to know Challenge Farm through experience and reputation as a place of warmth and safety, provision and fun. At other times, when a child is brought to the Farm to stay, either by the police, another adult, or by his or her own volition, a process begins that can take months to complete and is different for every child. Residency at Challenge Farm is voluntary, no child is ever forced to stay; however, no child is ever given up on easily. Those who run away and return to the streets are sought after again and again by the staff. The challenge for the child becomes trying to outrun the love freely offered, much as mankind can run from God but He never stops offering His love and provision. The gates of Challenge Farm are never shut to children in need.

Children of the Kipsongo slum become sexually active at a very young age, many by the age of four or five. For some, they are simply imitating the adults who openly engage in sexual acts on the street, without regard for privacy. Others have been forced into prostitution either for their own survival or by family members seeking money. Still others are raped, most by men with HIV seeking a non-existent cure. By necessity, children who come to Challenge Farm must first be tested for sexually transmitted diseases and treated. Most come addicted to drugs as well; the most common being glue. The staff at Challenge Farm uses natural remedies to combat the withdrawal symptoms: sugar cane, black sugar, and strong tea with lots of tea leaves are administered regularly and liberally as their small bodies slowly adjust to new diets and begin to be cleansed of the toxins that have poisoned them.

For all the physical damage these children’s bodies have endured, it is the emotional and spiritual wounds that present the greatest challenge these little ones must surmount. Before a child can be fully assimilated into the Challenge Farm community, he or she must undergo a healing process that is unique to each individual. There are general parameters that define the process each time, but the social workers and caretakers tailor their responses to the needs of each child. For some, like a five-year-old girl who had been repeatedly raped by her HIV positive step-father, this meant that the entire staff of the school was mindful of the child’s fear of men and worked with delicacy and sensitivity to earn her trust over the course of a year. It was not just the social workers who were careful with this child; the entire staff of the school, the orphanage, and the farm worked to make sure this child could heal.

A child who comes to Challenge Farm is treated as a gift from God, and as such, is afforded the time and grace our Heavenly Father shows His children as they struggle to overcome sin and doubt in their own lives. This particular grace is one characteristic that sets Challenge Farm apart from other ministries that are similar; it is also, I believe, the driving force behind the tremendous success rate Challenge Farm has with their children, not just success in rescuing children from lives of poverty and abuse, but in raising young men and women to love God and to believe that they were made for a purpose; that God has a plan for their lives.

The initial process of healing and rehabilitation usually takes most children approximately three to six months, but those who work at Challenge Farm recognize that most children will need months and even years of continued prayer, counseling, and loving support as they heal. The rules and procedures of Challenge Farm are gradually introduced, and infractions are met with grace and counseling. The staff recognize that street children have spent a lifetime, no matter how short, surviving on their own; conforming to the rules of a family, of a community does not come easily or naturally to them. Again, this approach reflects the grace of God rather than a more traditional school and institutional form of rules and regulations.

As a new child at Challenge Farm begins to heal physically, the social workers begin the work of spiritual and emotional healing. Children are not forced to share their stories until they are ready; sometimes the staff knows that a child belongs to a particular family and alerts them that the child is at Challenge Farm; other times the child is an orphan or does not identify his or her family until after having been there for many weeks. A new child is never left alone. An adult caretaker is assigned to each child, as well as an older child who acts as a friend and mentor. The children are involved in activities and kept busy; idleness often contributes to a return to the streets since the process of learning to trust and drug rehabilitation is very difficult. Emma, one of the two social workers at Challenge Farm, shared that children are encouraged to share their experiences and receive counseling, but they are also prayed with and prayed for – there is a tremendous need for these children to be delivered from low self-esteem, bitterness, anger, and rejection after having experienced abuse and degradation at the hands of their families and community members. Any member of the Challenge Farm staff will affirm that it is the power of God that transforms these children, His power that comes through prayer, grace and love.

As an American, observing Challenge Farm for the first time, not knowing the horrors these children had endured before coming here, I was not surprised by the smiles and warmth I enjoyed from the children as I explored their campus. I knew from reputation that Kenyans were a warm and gracious people. After my interview with Emma, I found that I could not look at each child with the same perspective. Their smiles, their willingness to meet my eyes without resentment, animosity or distrust, stirred something deep inside my being because I knew that I was looking into the eyes of children who had been touched by Christ and were radiating His love and peace, not a facade dependent on therapy or drugs or a persona hiding the real child, fearful of being hurt again.

There is no secular explanation for the change these children undergo; the redemptive power of the Lord Jesus Christ is evident in the smiles of these children. Had I known their stories before coming here, I might have looked for evidence that something was amiss in their hearts, that something was not genuine in their smiles and laughter. But in fact, a guest visiting Challenge Farm who has no knowledge that the farm is anything other than a typical boarding school would have no reason to think otherwise; the children are genuinely loving and friendly; they take time to greet newcomers, looking them in the eye, shaking hands, warmly welcoming them to their home. The spirit of community and love is evident to anyone who observes for even a short time; the children can be seen carrying one another’s burdens, helping each other with chores, singing as they skip to class, and smiling broadly, without guile, as the go from class to class. They are truly children. They are not perfect, and they have hurts and misunderstandings just as all children do. But there is not the spirit of fear and rejection that accompanies the abused and neglected here. These children could not be poster children for a television ad. They have physical needs, just as all orphans all countries do. But they are not haunted by their pasts. They have a future and a hope. They know that the Lord has a plan and purpose for each of their lives.

In my short time here, I have found Kenya to be a land of extremes; it is a land of unparalleled beauty and fierce dangers; lush, tropical vegetation and barren deserts; majestic elephants and lethal mambas; the regal Maasai warriors and the deadly shadow of AIDS. Challenge Farm is also a place of extremes. Extreme love. Extreme grace. Extreme miracles. The teachers and staff members of this place are blessed with a grace and strength from God that is necessary to reach and help the children of the Kipsongo slum. The difference in these children is also extreme; how a boy addicted to glue, who had only known hunger and begging his entire life, could come to know the saving power of Christ and the realization of God’s purpose for His life, a child who should have ended up in prison or dead but is now studying at the university, is a miracle. Knowing that this miracle happens day after day, year after year, child after child is a testimony to the grace and faithfulness of our Lord and His servants at Challenge Farm.

Before I came to Kenya, I asked the Lord to change my heart. I didn't know this change would mean a break so complete that only He could mend it or replace it. As someone who has spent a lifetime battling demons of rejection and anger, I find that I can no longer accept them in my life. Not because I have not endured the horrors these precious children have endured, and therefore, by comparison, I have no right to feel these things. No, my intolerance now stems from a broken heart, broken with the realization that I have spent so many years not allowing Christ to complete the work He began in me. These children are free in ways I have never been because they have accepted that they cannot do it on their own; they know where they have been and from what they have been saved. From the depths of their extreme poverty they have embraced extreme grace. I pray that God give me new eyes to see my own poverty so that I might never again be so foolish as to believe that I am able to save myself; may we all embrace the extreme grace and mercy He so freely extends all His children."

To read more about Deidra and Michael's ministry trip, visit her blog:   http://30daysofgracechallange.blogspot.com/