Archive for the ‘Life’ Category

  • Renewal

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    A few roots begin to sprout out from a few dead stems of flowers, leftovers from a Valentine’s Day bouquet, given before our world began to unravel. The daisies were the last flowers to die, and in the midst of hospital visits and sleepless nights, they were left in stagnant water for a few weeks after the bouquet was gone by. One uneventful day, I finally went to go throw the dead stems out, only to find that the stems were beginning to grow roots. I left them there in hopes that they might continue to grow, and I might turn into a green thumb this year.

    Slowly, a green leaf appeared on one of the stems. A new stem, growing from an old one. What appeared to be hopelessly dead, now showed slight signs of life again. I planted the roots and stem, and have been watering them, watching the new shoots grow daily in the sun of the beginning of dry season.

    A renewal. A re-birth. What appeared to be dead and hopeless, now has new life.

    A Valentine’s Day bouquet, the good that happened before the hospital. On the evening of Valentine’s Day, my Mother-In-Law had a hemorrhagic stroke. It happened in the ER of a hospital, so she had prompt care, but she lost all movement, feeling, vision, and hearing on the left side of her body. She spent a few weeks in the hospital, a few long weeks for us, endless for her. Her recovery has been slow, but in a situation that appeared to be hopeless, we now have hope.

    My mother-in-law has been steadily regaining movement, now she is able to walk with help, and even take a few wobbly steps unaided. She has learned how to use her right hand to do simple tasks, she was left-handed before the stroke. Renewal. Re-birth. Hope from a hopeless situation.

    The daisies are constant reminder of the renewal of life from Valentine’s Day to the present, a reminder to never give up hope, to keep believing that new life will grow out of what seems to be dead.

  • Thankful

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    Looking back on the past year, I have alot to be thankful for.

    Moving- We moved in July, just from one side of the city to the other. We went from having drug dealers as next-door neighbors, to a diplomat. Yep. Our old neighbors would smoke pot all the time, and we actually saw them dealing crack one night, in front of our door. And now our next-door neighbor is a diplomat from a spanish-speaking country. His car has diplomat plates and all.

    My job- A year ago I wasn’t working, and I was at home and driving myself cra-zy. I started working at the International School in February, and it is a huge blessing. I am around many Americans, yet I speak lots of Portuguese, and its really helped me learn more of the language. Its also good because the teachers are American and are really a sort of support system for me. The kids at the school are from all over the world– we have kids from Pakistan, Japan, Syria, Namibia, China, Tanzania, etc. I love seeing all of them mix together and have fun and learn together.

    Paulo’s company- Even though sometimes its tough, Paulo’s company has made it past the 1-yr mark! Thats big for a small upstart company! We’re both grateful that he’s been able to get new clients in to keep the company working. He’s learned alot, faster than he would at a regular job.

    Family- my in-laws have really helped us alot this year. I’ve gotten sick a few times, and my mother in law has always come over or had me over to take care of me. We usually have lunch at their house on Saturday, and when they are traveling, it seems odd to break that routine and not spend Saturdays with them! And I get to see my family in a month for Christmas! Now that’s really something huge to be thankful for!

  • Design for Life {by Paulo}

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    {my dear husband wrote this, as we are in a time of asking God what he would have us do. this is what he felt. he’s the amazing webdesigner who designed my site, of course!}

    This is the sketch of what my heart burns for..

    I dream of night and day constant everlasting prayer and worship that will affect people, that will change hearts. Not a mega-maniac concept that sees the big and imagines nations changed, that will be a realistic outcome of our intimate prayer life, of hearts being touched by a passion that burns stronger by the day that it stays in the presence of the Holy.

    I want to rescue kids from prostitution and the streets, I want to grow old with them and walk and watch as Holy Spirit transforms their lives. I want to rescue teenagers away from drugs and teach them what I know, teach them what I have in my hand. Teach them how to translate their life story into design.

    I have a dream of forming a design agency made up of young adults rescued from the streets. We will serve the church and help NGO’s and institutions to create relevant and high quality design so that they can bring out their message and in partnership they’ll help us to train and develop more “life designers”, to rescue others from destitution. I want to design for life, to give them a future, to teach them that each line they draw, each typography they work on can mean a chain being broken, how it can mean a message of Hope being brought to the world.

    I want this agency to spread bringing future and proving that Design and Creation can truly announce our essence: that we were created to create, we were designed by God to design, to design life, to design hope, to create the Kingdom of Jesus in this world. Design as a lifestyle, as a fruit of constant worship. This is my dream, this is what I long for; serve the Church and strengthen our Message of Love and Hope by in return giving Hope to those who apparently have no future.

    This is what I’m walking towards, this is what I will look like when I go into full time ministry. I will design for hope, I will write code for the Body so that I can free others to code with me, so that through my art, through my sketches I can show others a way out of the streets, i can give them jobs, show them that they’re life story can be relevant to others around the globe, all they have to do is be willing to pick up a pencil and draw that first line, express who they are, simply design.

    Design for Life
    Pray for Change
    Live for Love

    -Paulo

  • As we also do come {poetry}

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    As we also do come
    before your world
    before your gate
    that leads us on
    we take the quick bow
    we pray the short prayer
    gasp into our hearts
    fervently look down from there
    to enter divinely
    to come, we all come
    through all of our seasons
    the world turns as one
    we ache as we grow old
    we wilt as we grow tired
    yet all our bones will crumble
    and we’ll be burned in the fire
    as it consumes our livelihoods
    we press into it further
    consume, consume, consume me
    now we go even higher
    take me back to outer space
    to the depths, the heights of grace
    further in and further up
    we breathe again, so surely
    our hearts ache again so remorsely
    we need you more than anyone
    more than anything we can figure
    yet as we pass from this heartbeat
    another comes thundering after

  • {on adoption}

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    If this doesn’t make you shed some tears, I don’t know what will. My opinion is that Christians who are living in the developed world, and who are able, should adopt. If you have an empty room in the house for “guests” why not make it for a permanent guest? Adopt! :)

    I just showed my husband, and we are both crying… we’ll adopt soon enough. We’re just not quite old enough… well, we sort of are, I guess we could adopt a baby. But its not the babies that need to be adopted the most– its the older kids, over age 5 or 6. Or the ones with special needs. Anyhow, thank you to Third Day for making a beautiful, tear-jerking video about adoption. We loved it and we’re going to adopt.

  • The End.

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    To anyone who was following my blog of the Caleme, Rio calamity and the fabrications therein, this will come as a relief to all of the unanswered questions we had. And closure.

    I received 2 emails this evening upon arriving home from hearing Dwayne Roberts (of Ihop, live, and in person in Brasilia!!) speak. Which to say the least, we were excited about hearing him speak and I got to meet him, since my husband has talked about him and his heart for Brazil since they met in April.

    And I saw these emails and I was even more thrilled!! I’m copying and pasting them. This is the final word, the closure on an emotionally intense story that wreaked havoc on our emotions for a couple weeks. We love Brazil, I’ve loved Brazil for as long as I can remember, and anything that hurts My Nation hurts me too. So I cannot begin to describe what a RELIEF this is to read. Follow along. This was send from C & D who originally told the story at Bethel, and who maintained that it was true and their source was reliable. I want to thank C & D for their honesty, at long last. (we love you, and pray for your healing over all this too!). Read their email:

    Friends and loved ones,

    You are free to send the body of this email to anyone you’d like. In fact, we encourage you to send it to everyone who may have been previously informed about this story because we want the truth to be released. We simply ask that our email addresses remain confidential (which you can accomplish by copying everything below this paragraph and pasting into a new message). Please do NOT forward this email because our email addresses will remain in the header.

    Back in January, we released a story about a nurse friend of ours who was part of a team that traveled to Brazil on a medical missions trip and raised 16 people from the dead. At the time, we had every reason to believe the story was true because (like many of you) we are actively involved in a culture where the supernatural activities of God are a normal part of everyday life. Furthermore, we had been her pastors in San Francisco for over 10 years, had begun to interact over Facebook with other members of “the team”, and asked some of her other friends and pastors in SF for character references (which simply seemed like a wise thing to do given the nature of the story).
    In releasing the story, we had every intention of bringing glory to God while protecting the anonymity of the team (who, we were told, were fearful that their medical licenses would be jeopardized should their names be associated with such a fantastic miracle story). It all made sense to us at the time. We are still going to protect the identity of our nurse friend (however, now for very different reasons…read on).

    Late last week, we discovered some troubling information about her that casts a huge shadow of doubt over the Brazil dead raising story and everything she’s shared with us since we met her 12 years ago. This news came as a shock to us and to our friends in San Francisco who thought they knew her well. Essentially she has been lying to us about a great many things (her job, her credentials, her travels and missions work, her association with prominent world leaders, etc). She created fake Facebook profiles for all the members of “the Brazil team” and was personally managing them (fake check ins, wall posts, photoshopped pics and other pics downloaded from the internet and fake stories written about them). She had given each “person” a different role on “the team” and distinct personalities and managed them so well that they came to life for us. For months we have been interacting daily with many members of the team over email and FB (encouraging them, praying for them, giving them prophetic words), thinking all along that they were unique individuals with whom we had become very close. The deception was elaborate, and we’ve been deeply wounded by this revelation. Earlier this week, all those profiles were deactivated/disabled at the same time (presumably by her).

    We have amassed a great deal of evidence that we’ve made available to Bethel Church leaders since our nurse friend had personally met with several of them and since Bethel’s name was linked to the original story. We also released this evidence to a small group of friends from San Francisco who are in the best position to help her. We are NOT planning to release this information to the general public as it would only serve to defame our friend, and that is not our intention.

    Why has she done this? we aren’t completely sure. We think it’s in response to a painful break up she experienced last Christmas or possibly something much deeper.

    We’ve confronted her in love with the guidance of a licensed Christian psychologist and assembled a small team of her close friends in SF to support and encourage her to receive professional help. Unfortunately, at this time, she’s not admitting to any lies/deception, and she’s cut us off. We still love her very much, want to see her whole, and continue to reach out to her. Given her current condition and need for healing, we will not be releasing her name. There was so much controversy regarding the initial release of the story that revealing her name would draw attention that would undermine every effort to see her whole. We hope someday, when she’s ready, that she will choose to take responsibility for her actions and publicly apologize.

    Please accept our humblest apologies for our involvement in this story. We are so deeply sorry for the people that have been led astray or hurt. We have learned a very valuable lesson……Believe in the supernatural, trust your friends, but still do adequate due diligence (i.e. fact checking) when a story seems too good to be true.

    We believe in a great God who does amazing miracles, even if this one was a fabrication.

    Blessings,

    David and Claudia

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    May the Lord bless you and protect you. May the Lord smile on you and be gracious to you. May the Lord show you His favor and give you His peace. – Numbers 6:24-26

  • Happy 4th of July!

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    From a land where the 4th is just a normal work day… Happy Fourth of July!

    My boss actually apologized to me because I had to work today. He said normally he’d let the Americans take the day off, but he needed me there, and I was the only American working today.

    I got to see an amazing fireworks show on Friday night with old friends. It was great! Apparently the towns that normally put it on ran out of money to do fireworks, so private companies and individual donors paid for it. I say “Yay!” for privatization because the fireworks show was wonderful! We were all commenting on how good it was in comparison to other years when it is ho-hum.

    I also finally went to the Statue of Liberty! I didn’t get to climb it, but I went and of course took the obligatory photos of me in front of Lady Liberty. It was actually quite emotional for me to think about immigrating and being an immigrant, because I actually am an immigrant. Isn’t that a funny concept?

    Celebrate your freedom today!

  • The Vagabond

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    Where a suitcase is your only friend
    You never know when you’ll be back again
    And you never really know where
    Your real life ends and your fake begins

    Somewhere in between the airports and the car
    We count where we’ve been
    We add up just how far
    All those miles we’ve traveled have taken us
    And how much more we may have to go

    With imperfect calculations
    Of missed flights and cut locks
    And things broken on the plane
    The things we’ve lost, the things we’ve gained
    Experience tells us it was worth the pain

    Of leaving and giving up
    Of moving and starting new
    Of going on and stopping here
    Of holding back and letting through

    All these miles wasted
    All these faces noticed
    All the things we never knew about ourselves
    Between the lies of lives untold
    All the things we thought we knew
    And how we were so smart

    Temptation is to quit
    Temptation says to resign
    Temptation says to leave the lines and never fly
    But the suitcase never leaves you
    The suitcase never lies to you
    Always tells the truth
    Of your vagabond existence

    (May 29, ’10)

  • {On Church}

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    I want to see transformation, but I’m tired of forcing it. I’m tired of listening to the lies, I just want to see honest, truthful people in the church. I want to see people who follow the Real Jesus of the Bible, not the made-up, modern Jesus that fits into our lifestyle. I want the reality of the Jesus who didn’t toot his own horn to proclaim his righteous deeds, He just Did the things and let it be. He spoke the truth, he never lied to increase his popularity, visibility or “legitimacy”. He didn’t need to prove anything to anyone because he just Was. And he was Perfect.

    We get too caught up in being modern and relevant that we forget that Jesus never bothered to track his popularity ratings. Hey, he was hated so much that they crucified him. Talk about being un-popular!

    Whatever happened to the cries we heard 10 years ago for a “nameless, faceless generation” in the church to arise to bring Jesus to the world. Those people seem to have turned aside and stopped their calls for change. Now its all about the lights, the names, the numbers, the show. When will we realize its not about us? When will the glitter and lights and shine and show stop? When will the church turn back to the Real Jesus?

  • {a start} On Poverty and Riches

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    Last Sunday’s newspaper had a shocking revelation about poverty in Brazil.  First, let me tell you a bit about our currency, so you have an idea of numbers.  One real (hey-ahl) is equal to about USD $0.61.  The minimum wage in Brazil is R$545/month.  That’s USD $334.

    Could you live on $334 per month?  I don’t think I could.  Not here, not there, not anywhere.

    The newspaper article basically had percentages of the households in Brazil, per state, and for the entire country, that had no income, less than one minimum wage, two minimum wages, three, four, and more than five minimum wages as income.  In all of Brazil, 5.1% of the population makes more than 5 minimum wages, or, roughly USD $1671/month.  That’s the TOP 5% of the population of the entire country!!  That’s not even that much money…  But in the DF (Distrito Federal, the “state” that Brasilia is located in) 19% of the population makes more than 5 minimum wages.

    Wait, so what you’re saying is??

    Out of all of Brazil, only 5.1% of the population makes more than $1671/month, and in the DF, a relatively small region, that number jumps to 19% of the population.  We live in a bubble here!

    Poverty is so widespread in Brazil.  We talk about Africa and development in Africa, when, in reality, parts of the northeast, are suffering under a huge burden of poverty that the politicians in Brasilia never see.

    Just so you have an idea, my monthly salary alone is about 3 minimum wages, and my husband’s is more than mine, even on a bad month.  We’re barely scraping by in Brasilia.  Cost of living here is so incredibly high, I don’t want to start on it.  But, there are some prices that are national, not regional.

    Gas, for instance, costs about USD$6.90/gallon.  That’s the national price.  What does a poor rural family from the northeast do?  Even if they had a car, they wouldn’t be able to fill the gas tank.  We spend just under one minimum wage per month on gas alone.

    Housing prices, fortunately or unfortunately, vary drastically from state to state.  For the price of our small house in the DF, we could rent a mansion in Tocantins (another state… get out your map!).  However, we have an incredibly cheap house, but still pay over one minimum wage on rent each month.

    What is poverty?  It seems to be relative in Brazil.  Two minimum wages in the DF wouldn’t cut it.  You could maybe buy groceries and pay for a small, dingy apartment.  But if you made two minimum wages in Piaui, you’d be rich. But if you went to the US and made only $660, you’d be below poverty level and getting social assistance.

    More and more, I feel like I’m not just to stay in Brasilia, but we’re to take our vision for sustainable development other places in Brazil.  We have friends who want to take projects up to Maranhao, I’m thinking here “Count me in!” but don’t know if that will work.  I’d love to do something about the great gaps in wealth and poverty here in Brazil.  I’d love to teach people how to sustainably get above poverty level and raise their living standard to human levels.  Let’s see where it goes!

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