Monday, July 23, 2018

Jesus Rescues with Living Water

Often I discover how tightly connected the Kingdom of God is, and especially how small it gets with Presbyterian Missions. I see the entwining connections as one way God shows His involvement our lives, or rather how he includes us in His life.

In 2014 when I started this blog, I was a Young Adult Volunteer (YAV) in Little Rock, AR doing Eco-minsitry projects and was trained with Solar Under the Sun (SUS) and Living Waters for the World (LWW).  Both train mission teams how to teach local in- country partners how to operate a solar power system or drinking water system (or both) in places that need these things.

Technically this journey started back when I was 16 and Mac Sterret lead a group from Shenandoah Presbytery to Mexico to build houses for migrant farm workers and I went with him.  That landmark event in my teenage years put me on the path to becoming a YAV and was big in setting me up for the paths I have taken.  I was lucky enough during my YAV year to recconect with Mac at a LWW conference in Little Rock which lead to my LWW training and trip to Guatemala with Mac in 2015.  More notes on those past experiences are linked below:

Mac Water and Cuba
Yo Voy Guatemala
¿Cómo cantaremos cántico de Jehová en tierra de extraños?


For now I will get to the 2018 story:

After YAV I got a solar panel installer job in Lynchburg, VA and found a new church, Quaker Memorial Presbyterian (QMPC) who has a partnership with Haiti Outreach Ministries (HOM) in Port Au Prince.  I attended a few mission team meetings to learn more resulting in me going to Haiti to help with an electrical project and plan a solar install in 2019.  We plan to put solar panels on a girl’s home called House of Hope partially affiliated with HOM. In planning for this solar mission project I’ve used networks at my work in the solar industry and some from Arkansas to find Hatian supplies and local installer help.  SUS put me in contact with Ancy and Lucson, the Haiti SUS suppliers and trip leaders. Both have been very helpful advising me on Hatian supply chains.

At the same time as I’m trying to find solar equipment for next year’s HOM trip, QMPC Bible School needed help with a clean water fundraising project. The theme was “Shipwrecked” and “Jesus Rescues” so they wanted to support clean water because that’s one thing you’ll need if you become shipwrecked somewhere, and they wanted to combine that with the recurring Haiti mission.  
When I was in Haiti, I discovered that the drinking water system at Terre Noire, where we spent the night and ate meals was a LWW system installed by First Presbyterian Church of Pascagoula Mississippi.  That was a small world moment for me to recognize that a small organization in Mississippi I knew had already been on the Hatian soil I was walking on.

Despite a five year partnership with HOM, my new church was not familiar with LWW. So that became a very well-recieved teachable moment for the congregation and for bible school.  With this knowledge the bible school team decided to do a fundraiser for LWW with the kids. 


They gathered some pictures of our mission team carrying the blue jugs in Haiti, and we collected money in an empty 5 gallon jug to fund LWW’s Haiti network to support their translators and in-country partners.  Some of the curriculum and activities were slanted to bring clean water into the kid’s lessons and conversations a few times.  One night of crafts we tested some water samples in our own filters with the LWW Whirly-packs bacteria test kits!! We even coordinated several prizes and for kids who gave more than $5 they were entered in a drawing to win a prize like a stuffed jungle animals like Moe the sloth or a LWW T shirt to encourage more donations.  LWW website says $5 provides clean water to a family of 5 for a month so we challenged the kids to raise $300 which would provide 5 families for a year.  They raised $378!! in just 3 days of VBS!!


A few of us from the mission team wanted to make the discussion more personal for the kids about what communities and some names of people we could support with the LWW money.  In gathering general info from Hatian partners about LWW work at our site, some LWW people I knew from my YAV year connected me with Lucson, the LWW In-Country-Technician assigned to the HOM system where our mission team stays. Lucson…. Hmm… Yes… This is the same Lucson I was contacting about our solar mission project. AND he happened to be at our site on his two-month visit the Monday before VBS started and he made a video of our site’s water system that we showed to the kids at VBS! How timely and fortunate.

Here is a link to Lucson's video for us.  https://youtu.be/KHOoyEJJIDY

Of all of Haiti I found Lucson through SUS, and LWW, and he was already connected with HOM, AND he was able to help us with VBS fundraiser at the right time.  God showed up in another amazing connection, when I spoke about it with our HOM partner Pastor Luc, he introduced me to a man named Joseph who was on the LWW team that installed the drinking water system at Terre Noire.  Joseph and the board have plans to install a water system at the girl’s home where we will install the solar array.  These conversations with Lucson and Joseph open the door to a much better planned out solar mission project and better connections for our work and their work in that community.  

God is connecting his people, so we can help one another provide actual and spiritual clean water to all God’s Children.  I’m glad bible school inspired me to start asking around about the LWW connections to HOM because it will probably strengthen our connection to HOM in the future.  Thanks to the 40 VBS kids who raised $378 to the LWW Haiti Network!  Bondye ap Travay!! God is Working!! Especially the 51 weeks of the year we are away from our friends in Haiti.  I look forward to seeing what God is doing with us next.

These connections once again remind me that God is the central character of the story in our lives.  Often we think we are the protagonist.  We are lucky enough to be only supporting characters in the story of God’s kingdom.  Thanks be to God.

Monday, December 26, 2016

Today is Sunday, It's Not Christmas yet

I love my dad.

Yesterday on Christmas which was on a Sunday this year, he and my mother, who are both preachers were worried folks would choose to stay home and open Christmas presents instead of attend worship.

So Dad reminded myself and my siblings that "today is Sunday" Meaning we could open all the frivolous commercial, material presents in that non-biodegradable paper after we treated the day like Sunday, the Lord's day, and went to worship.

How many of my neighbors and friends have such discipline from their father?  There was something powerful about before looking in the living room at all the goodies I would get, hearing Psalm 98, and singing Christmas carols, and realizing for the full hour that yes like the Grinch remided us: "Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more."

In fact it means a whole lot more than what we buy at the store. And if we forget that it is Sunday and the Lord's day then all we have at Christmas is toys and clothes and a pile of wrapping paper, and just these material things to put our joy in.  Don't let that happen.  It is Sunday. Let your joy reside in our God, and things greater than ourselves and our stuff. Joy to the World, the Lord is Come!

Psalm 98 (words that Joy to the World is based on)

1 Sing to the Lord a new song,
    for he has done marvelous things;
his right hand and his holy arm
    have worked salvation for him.
2 The Lord has made his salvation known
    and revealed his righteousness to the nations.
3 He has remembered his love
    and his faithfulness to Israel;
all the ends of the earth have seen
    the salvation of our God.
4 Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth,
    burst into jubilant song with music;
5 make music to the Lord with the harp,
    with the harp and the sound of singing,
6 with trumpets and the blast of the ram’s horn—
    shout for joy before the Lord, the King.
7 Let the sea resound, and everything in it,
    the world, and all who live in it.
8 Let the rivers clap their hands,
    let the mountains sing together for joy;
9 let them sing before the Lord,
    for he comes to judge the earth.
He will judge the world in righteousness
    and the peoples with equity.


Friday, December 23, 2016

Deep Water Horizon

I saw the film Deep Water Horizon this week.

It is a very powerful dramatization of the events on the Deep Water Horizon rig before the high pressure from the deep water oil well "the well from hell" busted the pipes and set the drilling rig on fire, killing 11 workers on April 20, 2010.

I was a sophomore, environmental engineering student in college when that happened and I honestly don't remember hearing that people died on the rig.  The 20 million gallons of oil being released into the ocean that summer was all I heard about it.

Ever since my first job as a food commissary worker at the boy scout camp I have felt those little pressures here and there from management on getting it done quicker to make the money. It was sometimes more profitable to waste some food, or not take the time to breakdown cardboard or recycle, I hated it. I did it.  In this film the well drilling process was already 43 days behind schedule and several million over budget, so they began cutting corners by skipping a concrete test on the pipe.  Two tricky unusual test results gave a tricky reading of the pressure and they made the decision to open the well up for harvest, but there was way too much pressure down there that it broke the equipment and shot the oil into the rig which eventually caught fire.

As a new employee in the energy industry, a solar installer I understand the pressure coming down from management on getting the energy out at a reasonable time.  And I can somewhat empathize with the middle management on the oil rig who have pressure from the big bosses to get that rig up and running and start to overlook the safety for the workers. Money and the pressure.

Similar story with NASA's Challenger disaster in 1986, there were some faulty O-rings and they discussed it the day before launch was scheduled but they decided as a group it was ok to proceed with the launch. The frost overnight made the problem worse and the tiny little thing of the bad O-ring failure caused the entire space shuttle to explode killing the crew during the launch.

I can remember distinct times on every job I've had that the pressure to get things done on time we went real fast and sometimes that left us in tough situation.  One time, I never opened the pre-wrapped-in-aluminum-foil garlic bread to check it's quality before we handed it out and then I got a call 20 minutes after I got home that all the bread was moldy and the scout masters were very angry. I could have gotten fired for that, but I imagine mistakes on a big oil rig are just as easy to do, and have far worse consequences.

The corporate world has an incredible influence in our lives.  Those of us with jobs are trapped because we have to make the money to pay for healthcare, buy food, and clothes for our kids. Yet sometimes that can put us in a real tough spot when we may have moral, safety, personal, or some other objection to doing a job a certain way.

It is really easy as an environmentalist, Eco-Steward, protester, solar installer, Nature Camper, and JMU ISAT graduate to blame all of this and the Deep Water Horizon on the big business, big oil, big money, quarterly profits, etc.  Right. I mean all that is true.  But the thing that strikes me most from this film was that WE PEOPLE, myself included buy the oil that caused 11 people die on the oil rig and so much more destruction beyond those deaths.  I'm responsible.

I drove two and a half hours to meet my brother for his Birthday to see the film, and drive back.  I watch these ELEVEN guys die in the oil fire knowing I had to fill my car up with gas to get back home and that I had an oil change scheduled the next day.  I watched the characters burn up because my society is dependent on that oil.  I cried a little thinking about being in that kind of workplace on that day.  Imagining doing that job to pay for a parent's medical bill, or to send your kid to college. They put their lives on the line every day digging up fossil fuels. Why do they dig it up? We will buy it,so they will get it! No matter what they charge. Not only is the money putting pressure on them to hurry up and cut corners, but there is a massive thirst for the black gold.

Of course in all reality the extremely high effusion pressure of that particular oil well may not have been able to be contained regardless of corporate pressure.  But the dangers of oil harvesting get worse the harder it is to get to the oil.  The easy oil is in North America where many are protesting new development such as the Keystone XL pipeline, the Bakken oil being held back by the Standing Rock Souix tribe and so many other native people who have joined them in protest in North Dakota.

Please watch the film Deep Water Horizon.  Please watch the damage to the pelicans, the ocean, and see the damage to the people.  Watch the rig explode and burn uncontrollabley. Please remember that story, and take an action in your community to break the mold.  We can't let the profits, and conveniences superscede the life of a fellow man, or another species, or our home. Please do what you can.

If you have no idea what to do in your locally send me an Email haneyja314@gmail.com I'll find you something, Or look for what the Sierra Club is doing near you.  They are a widespread and informed group to get you started.


This graphic is a few years old, but it shows how many quadrillion BTUs of energy are used by we US citizens.  It is easier to follow percentage but for perspective, 1BTU is about the energy you get out of striking one match.


Monday, January 18, 2016

Robert E. Lee would support removing the Confederate flag: Thoughts on the flag and racism from a fan of Lee.

I wrote most of this last summer, and never released it due to the controversy,but here goes....

This will sound like it's two-sided but please bear with me.  Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day.  Happy Lee-Jackson Day.  (Lee and King's birthdays are 4 days apart, I can't control that)

Robert E. Lee said,
 "Get correct views of life, and learn to see the world in it's true light.  It will enable you to live pleasantly, to do good, and, when summoned away, to leave without regret."
 

These photos are from my hometown of Craigsville, Virginia as I saw them driving home from Little Rock in August.  The 2nd story porch in the center was the site of a beautiful nativity scene every Christmas, and across the street is a "Heritage not Hate" flag on the garage where I used to park my bike when I lived there.


The confederate flag in my life as a white Virginian has always been a symbol of nostalgia, heritage, and great leadership. It's about holding on to a team that our commonwealth was a part of once because it chose the ideals of independence, state sovereignty, and agriculture.  I went to college and have family in the Shenandoah Valley which was called "the breadbasket of the south"  My Aunt and Uncle lived in a house that Stonewall Jackson used as a headquarters in Mt. Jackson (a town named for President Andrew Jackson and then treated like it was named after Thomas Stonewall Jackson after the war).  I see the appeal of NASCAR and love me some Dukes of Hazzard.  The flag is about the war to us. People I know fly it to say "I'm southern"  not "I'm racist"  For me, and I think I also speak to anyone between Lexington and Winchester the flag is about the war.  The flag is for heritage, not hate for those who fly it.

bear with me.

The way we western Virginians remember Jackson, Lee, the VMI cadets, and the countless other Virginians who fought all over the commonwealth to defend the south, not once are we thinking about racism, white sovereignty, white pride, hate crimes of post-war reconstruction.  That's just how we learned it--In our white-dominant, rural public schools that is how the story was slanted. Let's be honest.  These generals and this army were hero's defending our state.

I write this knowing my white privilege is showing.  But this is how I was raised.  Lee and Jackson are just as important and heroic as George Washington, Abe Lincoln, Hellen Keller, Henry Ford, etc. They all made it into my children's book selection.  I read Ghost Cadet for Elementary School and learned about the young cadets that fought and died while still in military school at the battle in New Market.  I took a civil war summer class when my brother took one on Harry Potter.  People fought and died in Shenandoah and we remember and reenact every blessed soul.  My uncle dressed up as a relative an re-enacted the battle at New Market. Most of the war happened here in Virginia, and that kind of trauma and damage still hasn't gone away. The Yankee army under Sheridan, Sherman, and others burned courthouses and ruined southerner's place in society by erasing property titles and other history.  The damage to our country was done to our homes right here in our family's backyards, and homes even.  It's part of life in Virginia.

BUT We ignore the race part.  We glorify these men, our relatives, our heroes, and we don't talk about the racial injustices of that.  That's not an issue in our minds.  I don't want to say we purposely ignore it, we just assume it's gone, that racism is in the past.  To people like me, the confederate flag is all about holding on to an unpopular team.  I'd compare it to rooting for the Redskins (which I guess is also a pretty offensive name)  I imagine it's like being a Cubs or Detroit Lions fan.  Something about sticking together with a loosing team gives you all kinds of pride.  But unlike the cubs, people like me need to realize that however much Lee's decision to fight for the South had to do with him defending his hometown and not him being a terrible racist, and however much we point out Jackson's incredible military leadership and strategic mind, we forget that the loosing team they decided to lead was perpetuating a system of slavery. Slavery based on skin color.  No matter how much it comes down to state's rights race-based slavery was there. Even if a huge majority of southern farms owned less than 3 slaves and worked in the fields beside them, the ENTIRE country benefited economically from slavery (even the north).  So don't say, "heritage, not hate" unless you are willing to own the horrible acts of hate associated with that heritage.

Every one of us must remember the history so we don't repeat it.

Sometimes we forget that Robert E Lee nobly accepted the surrender, and fully submitted to the post-war national government.  For Lee the war was over and we were one nation again, although he was ridiculed and shamed the rest of his life.  He fought for the south so as not to raise a sword against his home state:

"With all my devotion to the Union and the feeling of loyalty and duty of an American citizen, I have not been able to make up my mind to raise my hand against my relatives, my children, my home. I have therefore resigned my commission in the Army, and save in defense of my native State, with the sincere hope that my poor services may never be needed, I hope I may never be called on to draw my sword..."

After the war he said, "So far from engaging in a war to perpetuate slavery, I am rejoiced that Slavery is abolished.  I believe it will be greatly for the interest of the South.  So fully am I satisfied of this that I would have cheerfully lost all that I have lost by the war, and have suffered all that I have suffered to have this object attained."

Granted Lee didn't support suffrage for blacks because he felt largely they weren't educated, He did support educating them the rest of his life.  Lee was in many arguments with fellow southerners to move on and take pride in the United States of America and moving on from the Confedreate mindset.

I'll be honest we Virginians could tell you the ins and outs of Jackson's military strategy, his affinity for lemons, and his last words, but we don't ever really say too much on the history of the reconstruction, or much of anything after the war.  Let's recall when the sly republicans in 1877 made a deal to remove federal forces from enforcing the necessary reforms in the south in order to win the election which resulted in the racist southern democrats having hands off from Washington. This gave southerners the freedom to implement the Jim Crow laws, and segregation.  Yankees took the power and left the freed slaves out to dry.  The southern crazies messed up pretty bad, but the Yankees gave them to much freedom to handle it their own way.  That's where the racism got real nasty. That's what we're still working against.  And along with my Virginian neighbors, I have to recognize this is what the confederate flag symbolizes everywhere outside of Shenandoah and outside my head.

I spent the last year 900 miles from Shenandoah in Little Rock, site of the famous integration of Central High School.  Local whites did not approve of nine black students attending Central High School and violently protested this thought requiring Eisenhower to send the National Guard to escort these kids in.  That Confederate flag was flown by the segregationists in Little Rock spitting and screaming at black high school students.  Remember that Virginia! these violent acts after the war that made the federal news, KKK rallies, Selma, and countless other acts of violent white supremacy and racism used that flag.  The confederate flag was raised at the state house in Charleston, SC during the civil rights movement, as an act of protest to integration.  The confederate flag took a new racist meaning in the 50's and 60's than it had during the civil war. That's why we need to take it down and put it away.

Robert E. Lee would not condone these acts after the war.  Stop using his name with those acts.  He would be ok with the flag coming down.  He might even be ok with some of the confederate statues in Richmond coming down.  http://www.richmond.com/news/local/michael-paul-williams/article_3edc3670-9d34-54f9-a988-1d55e98f9691.html

Central High School at the time was one of the most expensive best schools in the country.  It cost over a million dollars and did not even compare to Dunbar High School, the black equivalent down the street.  Thus "separate but equal" did not hold, leading to integration.  The year after integration, the school board closed the entire school district to all students to avoid integration.  White Christians even protested to keep segregation in the late 50's. There is an incredible museum there in Little Rock, check it out sometime.  They have pictures on the wall of white christians like me holding signs that condone racism.  But it's heritage not hate.........

Just like many other cities in the US, Little Rock shows signs of segregation in local real-estate continuing to keep neighborhoods segregated by race and income.  I think there is just one black lady at my Little Rock church in west Little Rock.  One evening in Southwest Little Rock after helping at the ESL lesson for immigrants, I was the only white person in Wal Mart.  Interstate 630 mostly divides the city from white and black.

Dear Shenandoah and fellow white people.  Racism is still real.  It is deeply embedded in our world.  Everywhere, not just Little Rock, and big cities.   And it will take each of us doing our part to change that. Just one example, look at our prison population compared to US population.  The following numbers are from a 2013 report form the US Bureau of Justice Statistics http://www.bjs.gov/index.cfm?ty=pbdetail&iid=5109
"Similar to 2012, non-Hispanic blacks (37%) comprised the largest portion of male inmates under state or federal jurisdiction in 2013, compared to non-Hispanic whites (32%) and Hispanics (22%). White females comprised 49% of the prison population compared to 22% black females. However, the imprisonment rate for black females (113 per 100,000) was twice the rate of white females (51 per 100,000)."  
The Census Bureau says African Americans only make up 13.2% of the total population, whites are 77%.  http://quickfacts.census.gov/qfd/states/00000.html  How are there more than five times more whites than blacks, but nearly equal ratios inside the prisons?

This does not mean people get sent to prison because they are black,  My former roomate who is a police officer says it's not that they seek out the black neighborhoods but those and public housing happen to be where they get called for slightly dangerous calls more often.  Statistically, blacks don't have the same access to jobs, support systems, income, etc due to race which put more of them at risk of falling into a life of crime.  Along with a prejudgment in society that blacks are more dangerous.

As a school board leader in Little Rock told me, "It's definitely a lot better than it was in the 50s but it definitely hasn't gone away" Even today, some school board leaders are continuing to push against the desegregation WAAAAYY after all the mess in 1957.  The Arkansas board of education has recently taken over Little Rock School District because of controversies directly tied to the segregation in the city that has resulted in a wide gap in funding for certain schools.  Here is a recent article in The Atlantic about it http://www.theatlantic.com/business/archive/2016/04/segregation-persists-little-rock/479538/

Our privilege is that we don't see much of racial tensions in Shenandoah, and I partly believe that is because most blacks don't live here, and honestly, I don't think they'd feel welcome here.

When we say "heritage, not hate" we need to own that heritage.  A heritage that not only represented one particular army of the south and every bit of your and my white heritage, Remember that this army fought to perpetuate an economic and agricultural system based on racial slavery. Remember that racism hasn't gone away, and every reconstruction, racist, act since that war of heritage have held this flag as a symbol of racism.  Part of that heritage is hate.  Let's be honest with ourselves.

As much as it hurts what I learned in my childhood, when I fly that flag I am showing the world that my own liberties as a white southerner are more important to me than the liberties of others. AND that the historic violence to protect my white southern liberties is worth it.  Because of that, The flag is going in my closet.  The swhastica was a symbol of auspiciousness, prosperity, and continuing creation until Hitler took it for his Nazi regime changing it's meaning.

My advice:  We all need to get our heads out of the sand.  Get our heads out of Lexington this weekend of Lee-Jackson Day.  My year in Boston and my year in Little Rock got my head out of the sand.  There is a world out there with billions of more significant problems than me feeling like someone is stepping on my toes because people don't like the flag.  

Learn the stories of the Reconstruction, the Civil Rights Movement, Integration, and leaders like Martin Luther King Jr.  Rosa Parks, the Little Rock nine, pay attention to the discussions of privilege, and racism now prevalent in the news.  Learn stories of civil rights leaders better than you know Lee's and Jackson's.  They exhibit characteristics of greatness for their time and we have a lot to learn from them.

Need a place to start?  Read Worldchanging 101 by David LaMotte, It's a great blend of inspiration to get you moving on addressing the issues of our day with examples of important behind the scenes members of the civil rights movement.

Keep learning!!! Robert E. Lee said,   "Get correct views of life, and learn to see the world in it's true light.  It will enable you to live pleasantly, to do good, and, when summoned away, to leave without regret."

I welcome comments below. Please keep it G rated.






Thursday, November 26, 2015

The Solar-Powered Laundry Dryer still works in November

Here are some numbers:

Six Haneys have been at the house for the holidays since the weekend so it's time for Laundry.  7 loads that is--including all the towels, napkins and place mats.  Total this would take about six hours in the dryer.  The dryer is typically the second most expensive and energy-consuming appliance in the average household after the water heater.  Check out this chart from the US Department of Energy.



But it's a nice sunny breezy day so with the spare time on vacation we decided to use the solar powered laundry dryer to save some electricity.  Don't you have a solar-powered laundry dryer?  The line pins and poles runs at $100 or less. Talk to your local hardware store.  Now who'd have thought solar power for less than $100!  Tell your friends.





Today's high in the mountains of Virginia in November was 51, and it was in the low 40's when I started hanging laundry.  After 7 total hours of sunlight not all of the laundry dried completely outside, but most of it did.  Keep in mind, seven loads is quite a bit of laundry.  A total of 80 minutes in the dryer did the rest.  So think 80 minutes of running the dryer vs 6 hours (360 min).

Now the numbers:

The sticker on the dryer says it's rated at 28Amps at 240Volts.  By multiplying those, the dryer uses 6,720 Watts, or 6.72 kilo Watts of power.
For every hour we run it we use 6.72 kWh  KiloWatt Hours
It costs about 11 cents per kWh on the average electric bill.
So it costs about $ 0.74 to run it for an hour.
Since we hung the laundry reducing our dryer time by about 4 hours 40 min
That is a savings on the electric bill of about $3.47 today.

Now $3.47 isn't very much. It could buy half a gallon of good milk.  Pay for 1/3 of the labor time I spent hanging the laundry.  Not all that much.  But if every laundry day we saved that energy, think how much money we could save.  About $15 per month!

The internet tells me we get about 0.95 kWh per pound of coal burned.  Our savings today is 31.4 pounds of coal.  That makes it worth it to me.  We saved 31 pounds of coal with the solar energy.  Approximately 4x10^-5 acres of coal.  Not much.

So is it worth it?  If you ask me. Yes.  Climate change, habitat loss from fossil fuels, these problems are very large and scary.  But if we each do our part, we can get through all this.  Baby steps.  If enough people hung their laundry yesterday we could make significant reductions in greenhouse gas emissions, land destruction from.

Since today is Thanksgiving, lets make sure we are thankful for the infrastructure of the electric grid, and the system in place that allows laundry drying to be so easy.  If that goes down we'll all be doing a lot of laundry hanging.  Think how many people in the world wash their laundry by hand, and dry it without electricity.  Think how much less resources they use.  Think of their lifestyle in all regards besides laundry.  Maybe try it out.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Camp Alex

Camp Alex was this week.

Bright salmon colored Camp Alex T Shirt

I learned of Camp Alex after a telephone interview with David and Gerald about coming to Arkansas to be a YAV a year ago.  After a promising conversation on how great of a fit I was to bring my passion for science and the environment to do some projects with Ferncliff's new straw-bale Eco Center, they asked me if there was anything else.

I told them I've had a rough year.  One of my best friends, ancestral kinsmen, fellow plantcrafter, and inspiration to be a YAV, Gus killed himself, and my 30 year old cousin Sarah died from a heart condition after finishing a marathon when I was home for Gus' funeral.  Two of my supervisors moved away, another took a different job and I had a few weeks when the interim left me.  I told them I think I just want to go home and be with family for a while after all that loss and stressful transition.

Gerald asked about my cousin Sarah.  He told me his son died very young of practically the same heart condition.  David said, "we host a camp for kids of families that have lost loved ones from suicide"  I thought, "that's a weird coincidence"  and after I hung up the phone, I pondered a little and talked to Jane about it.  Jane was my supervisor who never left me, (but she scared me once after a car wreck that ended a police chase).  Any way.  I googled, "Ferncliff suicide camp" and I saw the words "Camp Alex"  and the way my brain read that in a time of trying to dicern if I should stay home or go to Ferncliff, I heard God saying "Camp Alex, Go to camp, Alex"

In reality it took God thumping me in the head with three other big coincidences before I listended to those words to come to camp.  Now I am here and It came full circle when Emily, Joel and David let me be the coordinator for Camp Alex.

Camp Alex is named after Alex Blackwood who killed himself in 2008 at age 19 as a college freshman.  His mom Cindi, father Steven, and sister Ariel began the camp when they realized how nice it would have been if there were a camp or something for Ariel to go to as a 13 year old who lost an older brother to suicide.  They took this extremely tragic thing that broke them, took the pieces and made something new to .

They told me Alex would be 25 now. I'm 25. He kind of had my build, tall. He was a little thinner than me, but we both share dark eyes, dark hair, and a calm demeanor.  I saw a painting of him today and we're not very close in the face, but Ariel gave me a double-take when I introduced myself as Alex.  There was also a Will this week, and another camper who lost his brother Will to suicide. Both Wills are very close in age.

So what does this kind of camp look like?  The week was full of normal camp activities like fishing, boating, archery, packing hygene kits at the DAC, we even went over to the 4H center and did the rock wall tower and giant's ladder, those team building high ropes activities that teach cooperation, and physically leaning on those around you when you need help.

What made us different were some art therapy projects and time with Greg Adams, a grief therapist from Arkansas Children's Hospital and friend from church.  Greg did activities to help us understand emotions associated with grief and response to suicide and got us talking.  We broke a flower pot and glued the pieces back together to symbolize how you feel broken after a loved one dies, but you have to put the pieces back together, and it might look different, be a little scarred, but it's still there, and can still hold a plant.  We got to anonymously ask some things we were confused about with dealing with suicide and everyone in the group had a chance to speak up.  We wrote a letter to the loved ones we grieved for, and we wrote a possible response from them to our letter.

Cailey and Ariel lead art projects like making a clay model of our emotions, drawing a tree to show what was temporary like leaves, and what sticks with us always like roots.

We also did some music making with small drums and karaoke to express our emotions through song, dance and instruments.

Even with the most shy kids, these metaphors allowed all of us to be very open about how we feel. And process through some grief. Greg said that there is no other place in the state of Arkansas where we could have had that kind of conversation about how we feel and what we wonder about with that much openness, without criticism.

A lot of people tend to respond to suicide survivors, or survivors of any tragedy telling them how they should be feeling, and I think we just need permission to feel how we feel and get through it on our own.
Back of Camp Alex T shirt

I want to thank David for tolerating me getting further behind on my to-do list to help with this camp.  Joel and Emily for making me the unit coordinator.  John and Hayley for being such good counselors and coaching me through being unit coordinator.  Thanks to Ariel and Cailey for their art therapy projects, and Cindy for bringing the camp, Greg for all his work in grief counseling, and all the kids for being open and honest with us, and for having the courage to discuss this hard thing with people you don't know.  It was a gift to walk a little with others carrying a similar load.

One snapshot of the week I'll never forget was making it to the top of the Giant's Ladder at the 4H Center with Will, a 12 year old camper.  This is the activity:  Between two large trees about 6 feet across is a giant rope ladder with wooden beams for rungs.  The first is about 3 feet off the ground the second 4 feet above that, and as you go up the space between each rung increases by about a foot and a half.  You climb up in pairs with the rule that you can't be any farther away from your partner than one rung.

Everyone that wanted tried it.  At the very end Will wanted to go and nobody else did, so I stepped up to help him. I was talking it up like we'd get to the top and we started going.  In my counselor mind I figured it would work if I do all the work to get myself up there, and I'll do all I can to help him get himself up there.  I thought, he's only 12 and I'm like twice as big as he, he'll never pull me up.  We had a strategy of I'd let him climb up my knee on my bent leg to get to the next rung, and I'd help support him as he'd stand up and hold on to the rung above for balance.  Then I'd hoist myself up there as far as I could and use his arm for balance as I stood up.  But as we got closer to the top, it became harder and harder to keep climbing.  It was harder for him to pull me up, and it was harder for me to get up without him pulling me. Each time I had to give up that personal pride that I was going to get him up there and rely on this 12 year old kid to pull most of my weight up.  Sure enough he never dropped me.  I had to depend on him to get me up more than I had planned and more than I thought he could.  There were a lot of times when we'd be ready to give up and the team on the ground would encourage us to keep going.  For some reason we climbed on!

Pretty soon we got to a place where he said, I'm ready to get down, and I looked up and we were just had to get to the next rung and we had made it, but it was right at my nose height.  With a struggle Will climbed up my bent leg at my hip and onto the top rung, but when he stood up the top bar was at the tip of his fingers and he couldn't grip it enough to also reach down and grab my hand, so the belay team below shouted for me to grab his leg for leverage.  He was scared he couldn't hold on and that his foot would slip.  I was scared his foot would slip, but I used his leg for leverage to swing over the bar, reached up my right hand and he got it and pulled me up.

I had to let down some of my idea that I'd do all the work for me and help him where he needed it and we'd make it.  It showed me I have some pride and self centeredness in my generosity that I want to do the work.  I learned to realize that the campers can help me out too.  In a way I felt my experience with Gus could help the kids see that it's ok and we will all get through it.  But just like I needed to rely on Will, I needed to rely on the campers and other counselor's stories of suicide to help me heal a little more.  Just like that ladder where we need to trust the belay team below not to let us fall down to our death, and our climbing partner to reach out an arm, leg, or hip when we need a boost, we learned healing from loss is very effective when done in community, and this week we made a community.

I see now that here at Ferncliff I'm not only here to play, explore and grow, but in some cases to lean on others to help us reach our goals together.

To sponsor a kid to come to Camp Alex or learn more about Camp Alex, the Alex Blackwood Foundation or the Association For Suicide Prevention, please visit http://www.alexblackwood.com/  They have some pictures from previous camps posted there.





Friday, June 19, 2015

¿Cómo cantaremos cántico de Jehová en tierra de extraños?

¿Cómo cantaremos cántico de Jehová en tierra de extraños?  Salmos 137:4

That’s the Spanish version of Psalm 137 verse 4.  “How do we sing a song of God in a strange land?”

I felt it was appropriate to read this scripture while I was reading my Spanish bible in Guatemala on my Living Waters for the World trip.  This entire trip as a YAV I’ve been asking myself and challenging my team how do we do this work we believe is ordained by God in a place we do not know?  How do we build this water system, teach people how to use it, and turn it over to them in just four days to a community we don’t know very well?  It’s a different basis for the question than the Israelites writing the psalm, but it is still valid.  How?

How do we avoid saying something offensive, or inappropriate hand gestures we are unaware of?

Luckily, Living Waters for the World (LWW) who set up this trip has some guidelines emphasizing sustainability, training the trainer, and partnership to really work on the “how” so that the presence of God is made clear with a project like this. As an organization LWW is attempting to get more

With the YAV program and our work at Ferncliff the emphasis is on things like solidarity, empathy, compassion, simplicity, partnership, sustainability and just understanding the complexities of our world and what struggles are like for the vulnerable.  It’s an extreme Christ-like year full of putting on someone else’s shoes, building relationships, and being vulnerable yourself.  If you complete a project that’s great, but these things come first for YAV. Before projects.

So for me to switch that mindset and do a short term water system build was a big switch in philosophy from what I’m used to.  I was reminded by a YAVA (YAV-Alum) named Emily who served in Guatemala, that if you are intentional you can keep the emphasis on relationship building, empathy, solidarity, and vulnerability while also doing a project.  That has been my hope for this trip. 

I, like most beginning missionaries got involved because I like to build things.  I like making technologies like solar cookers that can help someone without access to all the conveniences that I have.  It excites me that something I like can help someone else, and it makes me feel better about myself when I help people.  I like to build, cut wood, drive nails, and put stuff together. That’s me.  But I had to overcome that because a main goal of Living Waters for the World is to “Teach the Teacher”

After I finished their training at Clean Water University I realized I was not trained to build the water system.  Rather I was trained how to teach future operator how to build and operate the water system.  A nuanced difference that my trip leader observed has not been realized by everyone whose been trained.  I was trained how to assume the trainer’s pose.

Mr. President and Mr. Vice President displaying the "Trainer's Pose"
LWW teaches a hand's off approach to turn ownership over to partners.
I imagine that is hard for other folks like me to turn over the tools and instructions to someone else.  I had to learn that mission work is not about me stepping up to build this thing and flex my shop skills muscles.  It’s me putting my pride aside and handing over the hammer, nails, valves, and pipe to the people that will use it.  I take the role of a cheerleader, teacher, encourager, partner, resource and I let the folks living in the community build and operate the system.


Perhaps I was over zealous in the quest to share the work when I handed the drill to Diego to drill the top screw not realizing the screw 6ft above the ground was much easier for me to drive than for him since he was only 5 ft tall, or when I gave it to a younger guy and couldn’t think of the Spanish word for “push” and we kept stripping all the screws.  That mindset kept popping up,  and keeping me in check during times when I’d start gluing pipe. I’d be reminded to let someone else do it and then immediately hand over the glue and pipe to Jaime or Diego who gladly accepted and joined in the work.

It was as much a teaching workshop as a construction project.  Much like getting the Second Pres Youth group to build garden beds, or teaching farm campers, or even camp counselors how to turn over compost.  Much like John teaching me to raise quail or make castile soap.  Give a little talk, explain it, and pass over the instructions and tools to the padawan.

This has all been a good exercise in sustainable mission work.

In order to make lasting change in a community you can’t just do the work yourself and make the community’s success depend on you.  You need to give up a little bit of pride and start teaching other people what you think needs to happen and step back and watch them do it. That is how I understand the “train the trainer” model.

This is a realization I’ve seen through both  YAV and LWW, and the more I think about it, this is how people have invested in my life—teaching me how to make the changes they want so that the spark continues after we’ve gone.

“Be the Change you wish to see in the world”—Yes my college, JMU uses that on all their brochures.
But enough about changing the world.  A 10 minute video has some pictures and a voice of my opinions of this Living Waters trip to Guatemala.  This video is also on YouTube at this link if your computer has trouble loading it below.



The trip had 3 components. First we were building a water system in El Xab, north of Retaluleau in the western Pacific Coastal region of Guatemala.  Second, we checked in with the water system operators at the Long Way Home School in San Juan Comalapa where Mac, Dan, and Joan had visited and built a Living Waters system in 2013.  And finally we spent one day in Antigua, Guatemala—a very old city settled by the Spanish 500 years ago and destroyed multiple times since them due to earthquakes.  It sit’s at the base of several MASSIVE volcanoes one of which is active.  Antigua has 400 year old or older ruins from the original stone buildings destroyed by earthquakes the last several centuries.  Most of the houses are build from the ruins.
This blog and video focus most on the build at El Xab which was the most meaningful and challenging part.

The follow up visit at Long Way Home was amazing. The school was built out of trash designed by former Peace Corps volunteers.  Kids that attend pay their tuition in trash by bringing one piece of trash every day and the requirement that they stuff 4 plastic soda bottles full of trash every year.  Trash and stuff bottles is used as filler material in the cob, cement, and or used-tire wall.  The cob, mud, or plaster covers the trash, and the trash saves on the volume of expensive, energy intensive lime plaster needed to fill the wall.  I had an amazing time there meeting Lars, Genevieve and Rachel.  Awesome operation they have, I’m strongly considering going to live there for a few months to teach them about straw bale construction from what I’ve learned at the Eco Center, and learning some tire construction.  Their newest endeavor is to start molding their own plastic bricks from all the plastic they collect as trash. Plus they need some minor repair work on their small solar panel array…..Anyway as amazing as that part of the trip was, I want to emphasize the build because that was the most moving and challenging part of the trip.


In just four days we went from a school getting their water from a well with a bucket on a rope to filling twenty- 5 Gallon bottles with “agua pura” or "agua purificada".

So how do we do these things like train the trainers, and give our tools to others to build with them. How do we pass the torch?

#1. Humility--recognize that you aren't the savior, God is
#2. Recognize that you are not God.  You are just as much a sinner as this person you are serving regardless of your income, race, gender, etc.  You got your own stuff you need help with so get off your high horse.  Maybe your partner can help ease your pain.
#3.  Communicate with your partners in service get to know their needs and plans for the system, and other business stuff.  If you are doing a project while building relationships do all your planning ahead of time.  Use your brain, not just your heart.
#4  Learn about your partner's culture.  Learn their language.
#5 Become a friend to your partner.  Take time to have conversation with them about their family, job, interests, hobbies, dreams.  Make it more than business

And now a final Lilla Watson Quote: "If you have come here to help me then you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together."