Lessons from Living With (But Not In) Poverty (Part 1)

I am an aristocrat.

So are you.

I am one of the richest people in the world.  And I don’t mean that figuratively.  I mean that literally.  I do not own a plane, or a boat, or even a house.  But I am one of the richest people in the world.  Filthy, stinkin’ rich. 

I want you to please clickherefor a moment.  Please.  Then go on and read what else I have to say. 

Did you do it?  Did you enter your family’s income? 

Yeah.  Sobering, isn’t it? 

Oh, I’ve heard the excuses.  “But the cost of living in the United States is so much higher than anywhere else.  We need more money just to get by.”

Oh yes.  True.  But the standard of living is also much higher. 

You are one of the richest people in the world.  I know this because you own a computer, otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this.  And if you own a car and have a college education, that puts you in the top 7%.

It’s difficult to fathom this when you are surrounded by people who have as much, or more, than you do.  But that doesn’t make it any less true. 

I don’t know about you, but aristocrat doesn’t really bring to mind positive images.  Rather, I think of Marie Antoinette saying, Let them eat cake.  We think of aristocrats as the very rich who revel in their wealth and ignore the poor at their doorstep. 

Are we that far from that description?

I’ve been thinking about this in biblical terms.  Remember the parable of the talents?  Each servant was given a different amount of money, and the amount didn’t matter, just the responsibility. 

Well.  If you go back to that website and see where you fall on the Global Rich List, can you claim anything other than 10 talents?

I am a Ten Talent Servant.  So are you.  We are at the top of the heap.  We are the aristocracy of the world. 

And we will be held responsible as such. 

I have always, every day of my life, had enough to eat.  My closet has always been crammed with clothes.  My housing options have been numerous.  My educational options have been even greater.  The sky is the limit; I can practically do anything and go anywhere if I really wanted to.  I can read any book in English; any kind of information is available to me. 

I have never lived in fear of starvation.  I have never been raped by a soldier who is supposed to protect me.  I have never had to put my children to bed hungry.  I have never been faced with the decision of leaving a child behind to die of starvation alone, or to get the rest of my family to a refugee camp.  I have never lived in fear of a brutal dictator.  I have never had to worry about where or how my children will go to school.  If my children get sick, I can afford the best medical care in the country.  And if that’s not good enough, I have insurance to fly them somewhere else. 

The more I learn about the suffering in the world, the more I am amazed that I have been spared from it.  The more humbled I am.  Every difficulty in my life that I have faced is nothing, nothing, nothing compared to the suffering that billions of people in this world face every day. 

I am so rich. 

I am so cared for.

I have so much opportunity. 

I have Ten Talents. 

I am an aristocrat. 

And that changes my perspective on everything. 

To whom much has been given, much will be required. 



Keep reading:  Part 2

Progress

Josiah was not happy about getting a little sister.

For the first few months, he was grouchy, mean, and nasty….all the time.

Then he started getting the spark back in his eyes, but he was still mean.  Poor Lily has been kicked, pinched, hit, called names, shoved down in the bathtub, had the door slammed in her face, and her big toe cut with scissors. 

We’ve been trying everything.  Every kind of consequence we can think of.  He’s had a positive incentive sticker chart.  He gets little prizes on good days (and there’s not very many good days).  We have been talking and talking and talking to him.  About how big brothers are supposed to be their little sister’s rescuer, protector, superhero. 

Though she doesn’t make it easy either.  She is stubborn and strong-willed and she starts screaming if he just looks at her cross-eyed.  Quite often I have both of them in separate corners, screaming their heads off. 

But I’ve wondered if Josiah is ever going to get it.  Or if I’ll just be visiting him in prison. 

Slowly, slowly, I’ve been hearing them giggle together.  And now, at bedtime, he makes sure to say, “I love you, Lily!” 

Then there was this morning.  We were playing outside on the trampoline, and Josiah stopped at one point and ran into the house.  He came back out with two cups of water. 

“I didn’t know if Lily was ‘firsty, so I brought her some water too.” 

And then, when she finished hers, he poured some of his water into her cup.

And my heart melted and I got all teary. 

Maybe there is hope after all. 

East and More East

Way back in 2001, when Gil and I first moved to Tanzania, I was teaching at HOPAC full-time, but Gil was helping with an Indian church plant.  In Tanzania

There are actually tens of thousands of Indians in Dar es Salaam, let alone the hundreds of thousands throughout east Africa.  Almost all are Muslim or Hindu.  And they have lived here for generations, so they are Tanzanian citizens.  But still very Indian in culture. 

(2002)

Many of these families send their kids to HOPAC. 

So in order to help the HOPAC teachers better understand Indian culture (and because I just love it myself!), on Saturday I took a bunch of teachers downtown to teach them a little about it.  We visited the mosques and Hindu temples.  We listened to some friends who are working in these communities.  We had great Indian food.  And of course, we went shopping for Indian clothes! 

After Africa, India is my favorite culture.  So I get the best of both worlds.  🙂

Good Morning, Amy

I’m a fan of Charlotte as much as the next person (or Pig) out there, and I know all the good things they do, but unfortunately, spiders this big just don’t belong in people’s bathrooms.  Especially not when they first wake up in the morning. 

It just goes to show how much I love my husband, and how tired I knew he was, that I did not go running and screaming back into the bedroom and wake him up to save me. 

Instead, I emptied half a can of bug spray onto the poor creature.  I practically asphyxiated myself in the process.  I don’t think that much bug spray is supposed to be released in a room that’s 8′ x 4′. 

I really am not that squeamish, and I don’t have a phobia of bugs or spiders.  This picture just doesn’t do justice to how large this creature was, with all of its legs extended.  At least four inches diameter, I would guess.

 

I don’t know if I will ever, ever be able to use the bathroom at night with the light off after this.

Growing Leaders

A weekend at the beach investing in student leaders….who could ask for more???

I love that I can be a full-time mom and yet still do things like this.

I love that Dar es Salaam has so many great beaches.

I love that these six are from six different countries:  Tanzania, Madagascar, Italy, South Africa, Switzerland, and U.S.A.

I love that HOPAC supports these kind of events. 

We spent many hours planning events and talking about leadership, but there was also lots of time for fun.  My favorite part of the weekend?  Three hours on the beach with three beautiful girls, talking about college, guys, dating, adoption, dreams, and standing firm for Christ. 

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