Archive for the ‘Missions’ Category

  • Sickened

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    As I was trying to come up with my Christmas wish list, as my mom has been asking if I want any books, I was browsing on Amazon for books that might be interesting to me. I searched for books on Mozambique, missions and, of course, street kids in Brazil. As part of my ongoing research, which I dove into in college and have kind of slacked off on, I search for new titles about people rescuing kids off the streets and out of prostitution in Brazil and around the world. As I was searching today, in amongst the books about rescuing kids out of prostitution, there was one written by a sex tourist.

    Sickening.

    I know I’ve found sickening websites for sex tourist detailing the bars and locales you can find child prostitutes at, but that was years ago. Hadn’t found anything like that since college, when I was diving headfirst into research for projects about child prostitution.

    It caught me off guard that there would be someone so sick in the head as to write an entire book detailing about his life as a sex tourist around the world, with much of his travels being in, of course, Brazil.

    I feel like writing a complaint to Amazon about it, but I don’t know how. When there are so many people working to stop such an ugly thing as child prostitution and sex tourism, how can there be people who write about it, glorifying it?

    Makes me sick.

    Next post will be more upbeat, i promise.

  • {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

  • 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)

  • {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!

  • In the Face of Questioning

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    What is true social transformation?  What will be the outward sign of true, deep, transformation in society?  Do social projects just serve our egos?  Does helping the poor only give us a pat on the back?  What are signs that what we do actually makes a difference?

    Is it enough to just visit a children’s home and play with the kids?  Is that social transformation?  What about when you find out dark secrets about the home?  Are you to continue in the name of “Social Justice” when, in reality, no one but the owner’s fat wallet is benefitted by the children’s home?  What would “Social Justice” look like when you find that a project is hiding a dark secret?  Do you stay?  Do you leave?

    What if you leave?  You are accused of leaving the poor and needy.

    What if you stay?  Well, we didn’t even want to think of the ramifications of staying, so we don’t know that outcome.  However, from friends in the legal world, I have heard that nothing good comes of being implicated with such a money-siphoning scheme.

    So we left.  We backed out.  Yes, we left the kids.  But, we decided to do things right.

    Before we start another project, we will either partner with an existing reputable organization or church, under which the project will be founded.  Or we will open our own project, officially, with all that 501c3 and CNPJ stuff.  Lots of paperwork.  It will be lots of red tape, many hours, much work, but we will do things correctly.

    As I am working at a non-profit educational institution now, I have the opportunity to learn some of the things that one must do to stay legal and operating, with transparency.  It is the long, hard road.  It will not be easy to do things correctly, its easy to just let things slip, but there must be checks and balances and transparency so that whoever is working with us, donating to us, or even praying for us, will know what is going on.

    Last year I spent quite a bit of time researching what I need to do in the US to get a non-profit started.  I began to gather paperwork and make contacts, but a wedding got in the way of that, and we decided it wasn’t quite time for us to do that yet.

    Now, a year later, its still not my time.  We wait patiently, even as people we know head back to the children’s home, even knowing full well of the administration problems there.  We get accused of giving up, we get told we aren’t working for “Social Justice”, yet we are.  We are building the foundations for something bigger than just playing with kids.  We are building the foundation for our vision, for our dream, for what we are called to do.

    And the first step of red-tape and paperwork is almost done, and its all been done correctly, legally, above reproach, and we intend to live our personal lives and ministry in that way.  So if anyone ever questions my visa here, I am now officially, legally, a permanent resident.  Everything done right.  The first time.  Let’s keep it that way.

    *as a side note, as I get into the sometimes gray area of sponsored blogs, I’m putting up a reviews tab on here, where reviews of products will be placed, so they are not confused with my ramblings about missions, life, and the world.  All sponsored blog posts will have a disclaimer on them, that they are sponsored.  Even if they stay here on the main tab.  I’m being transparent here…  you readers have a right to know what I’m compensated for.  That said, this is NOT a sponsored post.

  • Mother’s Day for Haiti

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    My maternal grandmother’s prayers have always pushed me to reach out to the world, to help others, and to pray for others. Seeing her unfailing devotion to God, always praying, always sharing what she had read in the Bible, really has inspired me.

    In all the times I’ve traveled here and there, and been in all sorts of bizarre situations, I know my grandma is back home praying for me.

    When I went to Africa a few years ago, I rested assured knowing my grandma was one of my many prayer warriors. She prayed for me, despite her missing me. She knows that God is using me in different places to reach out to people who would otherwise not know His love.

    Letting me go to reach out to others is a huge sacrifice for her. Yet, she is always encouraging me, and telling me to keep praying and that Jesus is taking care of us.

    This mother’s day as you remember the moms or grandmas in your life, take a look at these beautiful pieces of jewelry and household decor. Your moms and grandmas, I bet, would love a piece of jewelry that is part of the “Shop for a Better World” initiative that is helping to fund reconstruction efforts in Haiti or Rwanda.  Its a little way of reaching out to help others in need.

    If you make a purchase from “Shop for a Better World” between May 3 and May 8, enter the promocode CLEVERGIRLS at checkout to receive a 15% discount on your purchase of Heart of Haiti or Rwanda Path to Peace items.


    *I was selected for this very special “CleverHaiti” opportunity by Clever Girls Collective, which endorses Blog With Integrity. All opinions are my own.*

  • Host an orphan for the summer!

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    How big is your heart?  Big enough to open your heart and your home to an orphan from Eastern Europe for a few weeks?

    New Horizons for Children runs an orphan hosting program which allows children to experience America and the love of a Christian family for 4-5 weeks.  The hosting programs run every winter and summer, and they’re looking for families to open up their hearts to host for the summer right now!

    Their website has more details about the hosting program and a listing of all the kids available to host, with photos. The kids are from Russia, Latvia, and the Ukraine, for this summer.

    The really awesome about New Horizons is that alot of these kids end up finding their forever families while in the US. Sometimes its the host family, sometimes its another local family. There is nothing more amazing than seeing the transformation in kids’ lives as they are adopted into a loving family.

    If you can’t host for whatever reason (I can’t because I’m overseas!), consider sponsoring a child for part or all of their program costs to allow another family to host them. Or, pick one or two to pray for. Pray for the kids, that a host family will find them, and they will find their forever family in the US.

    What I think I like best about New Horizons, as an organization, is that the people on staff actually host as well. And adopt. LeAnn, the founder, who I nannied for a few years ago, started the program after adopting one of her sons, when God put it on her heart to help more orphans, not just the “few” (ok, 7… or is it 8?) kids her family could adopt.

    Pray and see how God might have you involved in this awesome ministry to orphans in Eastern Europe.

  • savior of the month

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    wishing to find the hope in the blind

    the ones who cannot see beyond the pain and the rain

    and try to be free by flying free south always

    all the time wondering when

    the savior of the month will come down

    when the savior of the month will ride in on a star

    from the southern cross to venus’s tip

    he comes up riding on the horse on the hill

    the stray horse full of fleas and other debris

    the savior of the month is salvation to the soul of the wrong

    planning to fail again, fall again, die again

    he falls off the horse

    scared silent breathing up the hill

    the humid air beats upon the face

    of the little girl who only needs

    to be saved to be rescued to be loved

    to be held on the lap

    with curls being stroked

    and love profusely pouring out

    the savior of the month comes down

    from foreign lands and foreign tongues

    but whats that?

    I don’t know anything

    I don’t even know love

    don’t try to explain in English to me

    how much I love you

    or how much you care

    because I don’t want to understand

    the savior of the month always leaves me

    alone here without a tear to shed behind

    but hope therein it lies

    that not a tear falls and hoping that these fears fall

    from the stars with the savior to the earth

    shed again

    lighthearted breathing air that frees

    that saves that comes to save

    that always saves me

    June 2005, Recife, Brazil.  (just a little bit of cycnicism… i think i’ll be writing the sequel to this poem soon…)

  • What Makes it All Worth It

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    This past year has been a roller-coaster ride, and not always in a good, fun way!  Sometimes I’ve questioned God with a “Why would you have me do this or go through this?”  The answer, I believe, can only be found in retrospect.

    Why would God have me spend a few months working hard with the kids at a children’s home, only for things to go wrong there, and us needing to pull out due to the home’s administrative issues?  I poured my life into the kids, loved on them, got attached to them, and still wonder where they’ve ended up.  The last time I was there, I found that that a few kids had gone back to their parents, and they were happily living with mom and dad.  But what about the rest, I ask sometimes?  What about Luisa?  What about Gugu?  Gugu was to be adopted by the caretakers of the children’s home, but due to the administrative issues, they had to leave as well, and left their little boy at the home.

    Then, at church on Thursday night, as I was at the Motoculto (Motorcycle Church) to take photos and say goodbye to dear friends who are moving, I caught sight of a little boy who looked just like Gugu.  I didn’t think it actually was him because of his history.  He had no family to ever go back to and was, quite frankly, a difficult child, but he was still young enough to potentially be adopted.

    Gugu’s story was heartbreaking, his mom and her friends had burned him, as a little baby, with their cigarette butts and other drugs.  He had lived at the children’s home since the state took him away (rightly so…) from his mom.

    So at Motoculto, I saw him there, with a family, an older couple, who clearly were doting on him, the mom holding him tightly in her arms like a little baby, even though he’s nearly 3 years old.  And, to boot, a friend of mine went to the children’s home this weekend, and, sure enough, Gugu had been adopted!  Well, I already knew that, but it confirmed that I actually did see him!

    Sometimes God has us do things, and we’re not sure how they all work together, or how they will all work out, and its painful to love and then leave, yet its a part of life.  Sometimes I’ll still pray for kids I’ve worked with, all over the globe, not ever knowing where they are or what happened to them.  All I can hope for is that they are walking with Jesus and doing well.  But seeing this one kid adopted, really makes any work and any trials worth it.

    I’m not saying I had anything to do with the adoption, but just knowing that one of the kids I worked with had a very happy ending to his time at the children’s home makes the work there worth it.

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