Archive for December, 2010

  • Christmas at the Creche!

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    “Ho, Ho, Ho! Papai Noel Chegou!!”  was the cry we were greeted with as our small caravan of three cars, not camels, arrived at the daycare center, or Creche, in Santa Maria.  The kids were chanting “Ho, Ho, Ho, Santa is Here!!” because we were bringing these kids Christmas gifts.  They all come from very poor families, and live in a rather poor neighborhood, and otherwise don’t receive any gifts.  Their excitement was contagious and quickly spread to the church group, made up of Americans and Brazilians.

    The kids sang for us, and then we taught them new songs and one team member had a puppet and told the kids a Christmas story about the first Christmas with the puppet.  The kids loved it!  There were smiles all around, as the kids waited in anticipation to get to take their presents home.  We were glad to share the real meaning of Christmas with them, as well as love on and give to those who have less than we do.

    We gave the kids a snack, and had a chance to play with them.  We sort of gave out the gifts to some kids, but they weren’t allowed to unwrap them.  Can you imagine 30+ 2-6 year olds all opening up Christmas gifts at once?  What chaos that would be… so we took photos with the kids we bought the gifts for, and when their parents got them, they took the gifts home to open.

    This visit to a project was a nice change for me.  I wasn’t leading it,which was different.  Almost everyone spoke Portuguese and English, so no translating for me either.  I wasn’t even interviewing the co-ordinators of the project or anything, as I usually do.  I was just free, absolutely free.I was able to play with the kids, photograph them playing, see their joy in receiving gifts, and be reminded that we give gifts to these kids just as the magi gave gifts to baby Jesus.  We, the rich, the middle class, the modern day magi, took time to give thoughtful gifts for these children, born into destitute situations.  Many come from broken families, born out of wedlock, the mother pregnant without being married, like little baby Jesus’ family was.  We never know who these children will grow up to be, like Jesus came from such a humble family’s beginnings, yet grew up to be the Savior of the World.  We give to kids we don’t even know, to kids we meet when we give the gift, in the same manner as the magi gave to a baby they had never met.  But the magi knew he was special.  Like we all know these kids are special.As we celebrate Christmas, we must not forget the real reason why we give gifts, and why we celebrate.  And if you have the opportunity to give an Angel Tree gift, or an Operation Christmas Child shoebox, or donate to a local homeless shelter, please take the opportunity you have to bless someone else and show them what Christmas is really all about.

  • Mangos and bad music

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    I have a love hate relationship with where I live.  In the tranquil daytimes, I love sitting in the garden under the mango tree, listening to the birds chirping calmly.  The mangos are finally ripening and falling off of the tree.  Its mango season!  I’m loving the garden and the tropical paradise that Brazil is 50% of the time.

    I love it that last night I saw fireworks in December, right from my own yard.  It wasn’t the best fireworks show, but it was still pretty nice.  And the neighborhood kids were all playing outside, shouting their exclamations about how pretty the fireworks are.  And I decided that I loved where I lived.

    Until 3:30am hit.  Around 2:30 one loud party finally stopped so we decided to go to bed while it was quiet.  I was almost asleep at 3:30am when another, louder, party started.  I tried to go back to sleep to no avail.  I paced, I ate, I read, I went outside, I prayed, I plead with God to just make the party demons leave the neighborhood.  Nothing worked.

    I got up, laid down, got up, laid down, and so on until 6am.  Yes, 6am.  The party did not stop until 6am.  That is a time when normal people get up to go to work.  Ok, it was a Sunday, but that is no excuse for a party lasting till 6am.

    Maybe I am just having culture shock.  Maybe I just live in a crappy neighborhood which people refer to as the ghetto in Brasilia.  Or maybe I am just to sensitive to noise.

    But at 5:30am with music still shaking our little house, it was hard to remember the fireworks I had seen some 8 hours before.

    Sometimes I just want peace and quiet.  But I don’t think it exists anywhere in Brazil.  Brazilians are loud, and unruly.  They drink entirely too much and party too much as well.  They smoke too much pot and use too much crack (not in front of my door again, thank you!).  But isn’t that why I originally came?

    I originally came to Brazil 5 1/2 years ago to bring love to the drug-addicted street kids.  Our drug-addicted neighbors aren’t kids, but they have a kid who has to live through all of this -pardon my language- crap that her mom brings upon her.  I’m just trying to figure out how to reconcile my just-plain-living-in-Brazil phase right now with how I want to see this country transformed.

    I want to see the bars shut down.  I want to see the prostitutes in North Wing go home.  I want to see the druggies neighbors stop using.  I want Jesus’ peace to come in the middle of the night in the “ghetto” of Brasilia so that its inhabitants can sleep peacefully.  I want to see the gangs turn in their arms, not for fear of the military, but trade in their guns because Jesus loves them and they know it.  I want the violence between the gangs to stop, and no more not-so-innocent drug traffickers go to hell because no one told them Jesus can love and change even a trafficker.

    I want Peace and Safety without my country becoming a heavy-handed dictatorship.

    And tonight, I just want to have a peaceful night of sleep with no bad music from bars, party houses, druggies, or cars!

  • Peace in Rio

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    I’m just posting quickly, as it i late here, that Rio de Janeiro is in crisis.  What happening isn’t making it to the news outside of Brazil much.

    Basically, the police, army, marines, special forces, etc have invaded an entire favela complex of 9 favelas and everyone who lives there either had to flee or has to stay in their houses without chance of rescue or getting out safely.

    Unfortunately, because of the way things go here in Brazil, I can’t say what I really think about this whole thing online…

    I do believe that the govt is trying to “clean up” the city and get rid of favelas for the Olympics and World Cup that are coming up in the next few years.  But, killing people and forcing them out of their houses, and searching through every house, turning everything upside down is not a just nor fair nor right way to make a violent city get any less violent.

    I am not for the drug trade, but I believe in mercy, and the ones who are taking over the favela are merciless.  The official death count hovers around 40, but the “official” count is not anywhere near the real count.  We need peace in Rio, but more violence and street war is never the answer.

    War does not bring peace.  In this season of Christmas, when we celebrate the Prince of Peace coming to earth, take a few moments and pray for Peace in Rio.