Days of Joy

Days of Joy Part 1  (Jan. 25)

 Written by Pat

If this quote from Pierre Tielhard de Chardin is true (and I think it may be) than I have been in the presence of God a number of times in the past 48 hours.

The Nurses and the Kids

Yesterday, (Tuesday) after going to the dentist (not an all together joyful experience), Dick and I decided to stop by Hermano Pedro to see the kids.  He'd also agreed to show a group of visiting college students around the orphanage.  It was at the end of the tour that we were surprised by joy.

We had been in the malnutrition area, and were walking down the ramp to the children's area, when we heard hooting and whooping and laughing as we had never heard it before in the orphanage.  We couldn't imagine what was going on.  As we walked a little farther down, we saw all of the nurses in the courtyard, holding and playing with the children--and having the time of their lives (both the kids and the nurses, though I'm not sure the nurses weren't enjoying it more!).  We could hardly believe our eyes. . .as Dick put it, "This is an answer to 10 years of prayer." 

Once in a while the nurses will stop from their routine to love or or play with a child.  But to see them ALL engaged with the children, to see the spontaneity of their enjoyment of the kids and each other, was an experience beyond words (though both Dick and I were moved to tears.  The kids with us probably couldn't figure out what was wrong with us.).  I believe it really was a movement of the Holy Spirit, in answer to prayer. 

Amalia with Manuelito

I'm not exaggerating when I say it felt like a "holy moment" and I could sense Jesus in our midst, laughing with us.  When I went over and hugged the head nurse, and told her how great this was, she said, "We need to do this more!" At this I did burst into tears.

I don't know that I can describe it any better than these pictures do, so I'll let them speak for me.  I was so grateful, though, that God let me share this moment with them.

Dalila and Delmi

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Days of Joy,  Part 2  (Jan. 26, 2011)

Written by Pat

Today (Wednesday) I encountered joy once again in a most unlikely place.

Dick and I joined Joel Van Dyke  (who works with grassroots leadership development in the faith community in Guatemala City) to take a wheelchair to a little boy living in the garbage dump in Guatemala City.  That's right, not near the dump but IN it.  This would be my first visit to this area of the city, and I wasn't quite sure what to expect.  I wasn't afraid, except maybe afraid that once again my heart would break at the suffering I would see.

As we walked down the road into the area where the people lived, kids and adults came out to greet Joel as an old friend.  Maybe it was only in this sector of the dump, but he seemed to know the names and stories of almost everyone we met.  In a strange way, it felt like walking with Jesus through the streets of a small town in Galilee.  I could surely see the Jesus in Joel shining through as he visited with his friends here.

We soon were at Ector's house, and were warmly greeted by his mom.  When she saw we had brought a new wheelchair for her little boy, I thought her face would break she was smiling so hard.  She quickly ran to get Ector from his grandmother's house (just two doors down) where he had been visiting.

Ector came in his old, crumbly wheelchair, so excited he almost fell out of the chair (the seatbelt had long ago been broken).  When asked if he'd like a new chair, he just about stood up in his chair!  He was one exultant ten year old! 

As Dick took his measurements to properly fit the chair, you could see not only Ector, but all his family and the neighbors who had gathered, began to relax in the presence of the strange gringos. 

And then I recognized it.  In the midst of one of the most poverty stricken and crime ridden areas of Central America, I encountered great joy and a solid sense of community.  Everyone was excited about the new chair and came to watch as Dick did the seating.  The little girl caring for Ector's little brother, was really his aunt, Carmen.  When it was time for Juan David and Maria Katelina to go to school, an elderly lady came up to get them, seeing that mom was "entertaining" the strangers and could not take them herself.  Rosie, another neighbor, went to the "tienda" to get drinks for the visitors.  And all of this happened so naturally.  And I realized that the sense of community, the caring of each other (sharing each other's burdens, if you will) was the source of the joy I was observing.

In what has become common place to me now, kids crowded around Dick as he worked on the chair.  He took great pains to encourage them not only to watch, but to help him tighten bolts and hold wrenches.  Surely he could have done this much more easily and efficiently by himself, but he delighted in their involvement with him.  Again, I felt I saw Jesus, with the little children coming to him.  Except here, in the dump, the adults were wise enough not to try to send them away.  They were welcomed.  And there was joy in the welcome.

We needed to take a few pictures to document the giving of the chair, and Mom quickly gave us permission to do so.  After I had taken some of Ector in his chair, other children also wanted their pictures taken.  They beamed with happiness seeing their faces in the pictures I showed them.  Carmen, then, wanted to take pictures herself, and took my camera around taking pictures of anything and everything she could find.  She proudly came and showed my all that she had taken--beaming with joy. (Thank you, Dick, for teaching me to do this with the kids.)  Again, joy in the present moment.

When the chair was ready, Ector could hardly wait to get into it.  The other kids could hardly wait to push him around.  Mom couldn't thank us enough.  There was rejoicing, here, in the dump, in Guatemala City.

As we talked with Mom, and interacted with Ector, we could see just how much this mom loved and cared for her son.  She had made sure he receives physical therapy once a week from Fundabien, a foundation which works with the disabled here in Guatemala.  She talked with me about how Ector liked to color, and how she was teaching him to hold crayons.  She explained how she had taught him, though he can only speak a few words, to answer yes and no questions using his index finger.  She seems to see not his disability but his potential, and rejoices in each new thing he learns.  She talked with enthusiasm over her gratitude at having her own home (a small cement block stall which appeard to be open to the dirt hill in the back).

Is there still need here? A tremendous amount.  But today I witnessed first-hand the truth that joy is not found in our circumstances, but in our attitude.  And the joyful attitude of the people I met today humbled me once again.  If joy is the most infallible sign of the presence of God, I was definitely in His presence with my brothers and sisters in the dump today.

(One need we uncovered today was that Ector, though highly intelligent and eager to learn is not allowed to attend school with his brother and sister because of his disability.  We would love to be able to find a tutor to work with him in his home, but first we need a sponsor.  If you or your small group would be interested in sponsoring him ($35/mo or $420/yr) please email Dick  or me and we'll help you arrange this.)

Thank you Pat.  You did a far better job of sharing what took place the past few days than I could have ever done.

Yours in Christ, Dick