Wednesday, January 18, 2023

Declaration of Dependence

I am not self-sufficient, it is not all under my control…and what a relief that is!! What an invitation to trust the all-holy Father, “God for us” as Richard Rohr put it so well! 

On December 15th, we received unexpected news: that due to financial struggles with the foundation we were assigned to help, our service was going to end sooner than planned. The ensuing stress and scramble to figure out our next steps has thrown our priorities into relief and driven home the truth of just how much the good we can do depends on the good others do by us. Truly, God is in all things, all circumstances, and all things work the good for those who believe! 

Pray for us as we transition to our former lives and begin a new adventure as LMH vets! 

Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Vindication

For those of us who choose service, imposter syndrome is real. We often question if our efforts amount to anything, much less all we want to offer. We question our motives- is this really out of selflessness or is my ego, my need to seem and feel “right”, what drives my service? 

It is when those we offer our service to respond in love, we get an answer. When the answer to our doubts is trust and gratitude, a piece of our humanity comes back. We get a taste of the resurrection. And like the best of things-these gestures of trust and gratitude are free!! 



 

Sunday, November 13, 2022

Objects of Pity or Subjects of Love?

As the school year here in Honduras winds down and we prepare for the advent of Our Lord, being surrounded by the onslaught of gifts, festive songs and firecrackers prompted me to meditate on the point of view of those we serve: so much of what they do and offer around this time of the year would be what Scrooge would consider wasteful, proof that the needs of poor people or nations are the product of irresponsibility. Instead, I see dignity- a refusal to accept being objects of pity or scorn because they know they are subjects of love, equal to the rich and powerful of the world. They’re entitled to celebrate, that’s why they do it. To feast is not a reward to be earned, but a revelation regarding what the core of existence really is-the great marriage feast of the lamb. Now enough pontificating- let us sing!!!

-Jacob

*Singing the Posadas, a Christmas song done in a call-and-response style between two groups: those on the “inside”, who refuse to shelter the holy family at first out of annoyance, and a group “outside” with the holy family, begging for shelter. The song ends with the inside group recognizing the holy family and letting them in.





 

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Their Needs On Their Time

 What does mission look like?

Throughout our history as Christians, bringing the gospel to those unfamiliar with it has taken multiple forms - some much more indicative of our founder than others. Usually it has been about an enlightened “us” evangelizing a benighted “them”, leading to multiple shameful types of abuse more concerned with engendering creedal compliance than cultivating compassion or transformation.

With the resourcement, our focus became more about being the good news for the poor spoken of by Jesus (quoting Isaiah). This looks like providing for needs that the community does not have the resources to address, to be sure, but it also happens on their time-not mine!! As someone used to having routines and deadlines, this has been a learning curve and an exercise in patience!!

Preparing clothes for distribution in a town nearby Juticalpa, and food, of course!

-Jacob







Friday, October 14, 2022

Lost In Translation

Spanish is a gorgeous language, it rolls off the tongue in glorious florets of warmth and hospitality. Learning to do one’s job in it, however, that’s something else!! Today I finally got to a point where I could present about learning disabilities, IQ, and intelligence theories for a straight hour!! 

In the “old model” of mission work, people ministered to were forced to learn the missionaries’ language, in the “new model”, we learn theirs!  

-Jacob





Thursday, September 22, 2022

Going to the Doctor

Since arriving in Honduras, we have had to go to the doctor several times. So much so that I am comfortably familiar with the first two floors of the hospital/clinic located not even a block from where we live. All we have to do is walk straight over and we will arrive in less than five minutes. What a convenience and blessing!

Going to the doctor here in Honduras is nothing like going to the doctor in the United States. It is way less complicated. Depending on where you live in the U.S., you might have to wait a month before being able to see your primary care physician. Here in Honduras, the experience we have had is we walk in, talk to the nurse about why we are there, and then we wait our turn for the doctor. An important note about our experience, locals have expressed they have had different experiences, such as having to wait about four days before seeing a doctor. So not everyone has the opportunity to walk-in like we have had. Depending on where you go, a consultation can be 250 Lempiras ($10 U.S.) to about 600 Lempiras (~$24 U.S.). Thus, seeing a doctor in Honduras is very affordable.

Unfortunately the price starts kicking in when you have to get lab work done. Additionally, the pharmacies can cost a bit as well. Lab Work can range anywhere from about 500 Lempiras to around 1,200 Lempiras (1000 Lempiras = $40 U.S.), depending on what the doctor orders for you to get (also, depending on which lab you go to). If one cannot pay for the lab work, it won’t get done. That is what surprised me the first time I had to get lab work; I had to walk over to the lab and pay out of pocket right then and there. It felt so different to me. I am used to it now, but the first time was so odd.

I think it's important to mention that blood work can be ordered for someone who has a cough and a cold. This surprised me when I took our son to the pediatrician for a cough and cold. She sent us to get a blood draw which was no fun because Santi being not three years old does not understand “don’t move” when the big ugly needle is about to poke him. While it was the strangest thing for me to be told to go get his blood drawn because of a cold with a cough, it made sense because they wanted to see if he had an infection. That is a huge difference that I have noticed here in Honduras; if you go to the doctor, the chances of getting your blood drawn are very high even for issues that in the U.S. would not require such a procedure. 

Another medical practice very common here in Honduras is getting a shot when you are having abdominal pains or you’re sick to your stomach. I went to the doctor because I was having stomach problems, and I got a shot in my buttock (I always remember the Forest Gump scene where he tells the U.S. President he got “shot in the buttocks”). Never in the U.S. have I gotten a shot for diarrhea, but here you almost always do. Just like in the U.S. Ibuprofen is almost always prescribed for pain and fever, shots are given in Honduras when your stomach is acting up. Thankfully, those shots are not painful, at least not for me.

-Nancy

Monday, August 29, 2022

Not Just Our Skills But Ourselves

Because of sickness, Santi’s birthday party at the Hogar de Niños (the kids home) was postponed. After I taught the psychoeducational group I have there, Nancy brought Santi and Soli there to celebrate Santi’s birthday today. While the kids enjoyed their cake and Santi broke the piñata (with some help from me), I couldn’t help but appreciate this moment we have with the kids who have not: in this little party for my son, we’re not just sharing our skills with those who request them, we’re sharing milestones and magic moments with them, ones we won’t repeat. After all, Santi will only be 3 years old once!






Tuesday, August 23, 2022

Control And Illusions

“In the days of their life, men command as if (they were) God. But at the time of their end they all die like beasts. Yesterday they were proud kings exalted with power. Today, they are dead, fallen, cast down and wretched” She’himo, Saturday Vespers.

“Do not place me, my brothers, in a decorated grave, for I am a grave which is full of sins and offenses. Bury me among strangers where the poor are laid to rest that when the Son of God comes He May call and raise me up and have mercy on me” She’himo, Saturday 9th hour

Those of us who come from fairly well-to-do backgrounds and are citizens of a very rich and powerful country can get it into our heads that we will live this life forever in uninterrupted ease, with our reality complying to the last demand. Lives of relative ease and routine can lull us into living inauthentically, away from or even in spite of our true selves, convinced that this is “as good as it gets”. Remembering our vulnerability, our regrets and our mortality can throw our real priorities into sharp relief, not only to ourselves but to others, too. It is in these not-so-comfortable parts of our lives that God can speak the loudest, up and over any excuses or justifications we’ve concocted. Ask now before it’s too late: “what is my life for?” “Where have I fooled myself into thinking I ‘run the show’?”




Wednesday, August 10, 2022

My Personal Frustrations

 

"Refrain from anger and turn from wrath; do not fret -it leads only to evil."

~Psalms 37:8

I would like to share about some struggles I have faced in Honduras as I adapt to the culture and environment. Anytime one ventures outside their home country/community there will be moments when one is faced with something perceived as very different. I want to express some of my experiences and struggles. These are my personal struggles, limited to my perspective. There is a lot more to add than what I have written, so this is rather short.

Sudden Changes

While I am loving Honduras and feel very safe where we are, there are a few things that have been challenges for me. I am comfortably used to relying on set schedules for academic school years. All throughout my life in the U.S. a school schedule was all planned out during the summer months and rarely changed unless some huge unexpected event occurred that interrupted the flow of that schedule, such as a global pandemic or a school shooting. Here in Honduras, what I would consider big plans, can change at the last minute. Everything from the first day of school to when the week-long summer break happens have been changed from one day to the other. As someone used to U.S. timing and culture, this can be frustrating. But I have noticed nobody is bothered by these sudden changes. Everything just happens as it happens. No biggie.

Different Takes on Confidentiality

Lack of confidentiality, from the perspective of a U.S. citizen, is a big thing here in Honduras. At least in the schools and doctor’s offices. While it does not personally bother me much, it is still shocking since I come from a culture where if you break confidentiality, it can cost you your job. But let’s say you’re at the doctor’s office, and a nurse comes in to ask the doctor about another patient. The doctor and nurse will have a short conversation about what to do and/or say to the patient. You are sitting there and hearing everything they say, but it’s not a big deal here. In the U.S. that could go as far as a lawsuit. Another example would be dealing with students. Certain information that would not be discussed with anybody but the student and/or the students’ family, is not as concealed as it would be in a U.S. public school. While information is not just handed out to just anyone, conversations between an administrator and student can happen in front of other students, when in the U.S. it most likely would be dealt with in private.

Drunk Walkers

Running into someone lying unconscious on the sidewalk with no assistance is a very disturbing site for me. It is not uncommon here in Juticalpa for someone who is intoxicated to pass out on a sidewalk. No one does anything for them except briefly check to make sure they are breathing and then quickly move on. People don’t want to get involved. When I shared with someone that in the U.S. 9-1-1 would be contacted, and emergency services would be dispatched within minutes, they responded “emergency services take hours if not days to arrive.” So far what I have observed is there are not so many drunk drivers as there are drunk walkers.

Animal Negligence

Since I deem myself an animal lover, watching stray dogs is very difficult for me. I have seen dogs in terrible condition without any hope of receiving help. It breaks my heart to see them suffering, and wish I could save them all. But resources are limited, although available to some degree. There are veterinarian clinics. Unlike some communities around the world, people here do have dogs, cats and birds as pets. There is just not as much animal control as there is in the U.S. As I write this blog, there are three turtles in a dried up fountain in a park. Someone put them there for the children to enjoy, however, several people have told me that those turtles are going to die there. One woman who runs a small shop sat cross-armed, “They don’t have water, except for the rain water.” She shook her head in disapproval, “They’re just going to die there.” Animal rights and safety measures are little to non-existent. While I view in horror as so many animals in shelters get put down (in the U.S.), I actually see the need for animal control to step in and help control the stray dog population.

Flies & Mosquitoes

The flies and mosquitos are insane, although it is nothing new for me since we lived in an agricultural area back in Washington. Especially in the summer months, flies were nuts. Here is about the same except the mosquitos are also numerous and they carry more tropical diseases such as Dengue fever (which Jacob, my husband, got). According to Jacob, Dengue fever is no fun! Flies and mosquitos give me respect and appreciation for spiders which I am deathly afraid of. Spiders are one of my least favorite animals in the world, except for flies and mosquitos. But lately, I have grown to have a fascination toward them, even though they still scare me.

While I love Honduras and the people here, because I am in a culture outside my own, there will be difficult moments. This happens to everyone who travels and lives abroad. These difficult moments, often known as culture shock, can produce feelings and emotions ranging from anxiety to anger, and at times even hatred. I personally have not experienced hatred, except maybe toward flies and mosquitos, but I have felt frustration.

-Nancy

Friday, July 29, 2022

A Thousand Words - All of Them Wrong

On most houses and businesses in Honduras (and other countries in Latin America), broken bottles are embedded in the tops of concrete walls, bars are over windows, and most doors (interior or exterior) can only be opened from the outside via key. For someone not from here, that can be intimidating, giving the impression that hostile people lurk around every corner. 

They don’t.

Protecting one’s home in these places (where personal firearm ownership is rarer) simply looks different, and relies more on the very understandable dislike of “putting in more effort than it’s worth” than the threat of lethal force. To some, this looks like a prison. To me, it looks like I won’t need a gun.



Monday, July 25, 2022

Power Outages

“The heavens declare the glory of God; The firmament shows the creation of his hands.”

~Psalm 19:1

It is no exaggeration when they say power outages are very common in Honduras. One minute you have power, the next, it’s gone. There is a particular sound that is heard as everything turns off and silence takes over. You don’t realize how much noise there is until the fans, the lights, everything else run by electricity stops working. Some outages last for a few minutes, and others last the entire day or night. The ones that last the entire day are the hardest of all. Thankfully, there are not many of those. Most of the time they are inconvenient, especially if you had plans to cook and your range is electric. With us having two toddlers it can get even more tricky as they don’t understand why they cannot watch “Pocoyo” (one of their favorite shows) on any of the laptops. With no cooking able to get done (unless the power goes out after you finish cooking) and no shows to put on for the kids, it seems like it would spell disaster!

Or does it? It turns out these power outages are not always that bad. My favorite time for us to have a power outage is at night. Usually, dinner is cooked so if anyone wants to eat, we can. But the better part of having a power outage is it brings us closer as a family. Our eyes are off any and all screens, Santi and Soli love playing with the flashlight pretending to be monsters or ghosts. Since there is no light either outside or inside, the stars are amazing. We can sit in the back part of the house where there is no roof and star gaze. As I glance up at the beautiful star filled sky, I am taken back to summer camp where I discovered how amazing star gazing is outside of the city. It dawns on me that these power outages are a gift from God.

God is interrupting our plans for us to see what He wants us to see: Our children playing and enjoying themselves without technological devices, my husband having fun with the flashlight as he makes goofy (spooky) faces for the children, and myself rediscovering how much I love the stars because of the connection I feel with God when I look at them. I can’t help but think, is it really so terrible to be without power? Perhaps what we deem as inconveniences are God’s blessings upon us.

I want to share a journal entry I made the first time the power went out in the evening and lasted into the night:

Last night our electricity was out for quite some time. What started out as an inconvenience was actually God’s blessing - a gift. For the first time in a very long time, I got to stare at a starry night. The stars were gorgeous, and I went back to a time when I was a teenager in Christian camp. Every night we would go out, sit and watch the stars. We would sing songs of praise and worship, and I never felt so close to God than when I looked into the night sky filled with stars. I felt so close to Him as I would stare at the beauty of it all. I had forgotten how marvelous God’s works are and how you can find God when you stop to marvel at His creation. I was reminded last night of how much I love the stars. Gazing at them reveals to me how small we are with all our problems, and how immense the universe is. God fashioned all of it! He knows every star, moon, and planet. Only He knows the vastness of the universe.

-Nancy

Thursday, July 21, 2022

Spraznyka! Happy Feast!

Today I went to hold my prison group when my plans got all turned over.  Today is the feast of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, and thus, Fr. Juan Pablo and his parish brought a veritable feast to the prison alongside mass! 

There was a blowback to this: this meant that it wasn’t a day for visitors and therefore I couldn’t have group.

When has the “great feast” from God overturned our plans?

 





Thursday, July 14, 2022

Receive the Kingdom Like a Little Child

A couple months ago, I began a psychoeducational group for orphan boys at a place called the Hogar de Niños. After screening the boys, I searched for a good curriculum that would teach them techniques to challenge negative thoughts, relax, practice good sleep hygiene, etc. 

What does it mean to receive the kingdom like a child? In particular, children who are orphaned or abandoned? Maybe it’s to recognize our need for recognition, to be vulnerable enough to reach. 




Wednesday, July 13, 2022

Manna From Online

 

I had worried about the reliability of my evaluation results until recently.  When I asked the creator of the Cognitive Processing Inventory about the cost of packages, he let me have access to the software and protocols for free for my time here!! You can’t always get what you want, but the way provides!!

-Jacob


Wednesday, June 15, 2022

Cry of the Earth, Cry of the Poor

 

“Despite sharp falls in carbon emissions in 2020 linked to the COVID-19 pandemic, the climate crisis – which is driven by the accumulation of emissions in the atmosphere over time – continue to grow.” – Oxfam, 2020  https://oxfamilibrary.openrepository.com/bitstream/handle/10546/621052/mb-confronting-carbon-inequality-210920-en.pdf

 Climate change hits poorer communities first (due to geography), hardest (due to lack of infrastructure) and unjustly (due to their lesser rates of consumption and emission). As I watch our students prepare for activities related to care for creation and righteous stewardship, I can’t help but ask myself - Is their message for themselves? Or for us? How can I take the call to be brother earth’s keeper more seriously? Not only for its own sake, but for the sake of all who do and will live on it, particularly the vulnerable? How have I benefited from practices that spoil me and deprive others?

 To help, I look to Laudato Si action platform, which gauges what actions individuals and parishes can do to conserve the resources of the earth, which are rightfully the property of all. (https://laudatosiactionplatform.org)

 


“When someone steals another's clothes, we call them a thief. Should we not give the same name to one who could clothe the naked and does not? The bread in your cupboard belongs to the hungry; the coat unused in your closet belongs to the one who needs it; the shoes rotting in your closet belong to the one who has no shoes; the money which you hoard up belongs to the poor.” -St Basil the Great


Thursday, June 9, 2022

Our Lady of Suyapa

The most popular subject of devotion in Honduras is Our Lady of Suyapa. In 1925, Pope Pius XI declared her Patroness of Honduras under the title Our Lady of Suyapa, and selected February 3 as her feast day. In 1954, a large Basilica was built next to the chapel.  The statue of the Virgin spends most of her time in the chapel, but every year before the celebration of her festival, the statue is moved into the larger church to accommodate the crowds. Today, she was brought to the local Catholic university and we (along with the staff and students of the schools run by the diocese) got to meet her!

The statue is considered to have miraculous powers. The swift ending of the Football War between Honduras and El Salvador is attributed to the statue. Many of the Honduran soldiers involved reported visions of the Virgin, which calmed their fears during the fighting. In 1969 The Virgin of Suyapa was declared Captain General of the Armed Forces of Honduras. 

Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Back In The Building!

The students are now receiving their services in-person at Escuelita Nazareth! 

A typical day includes breakfast and instruction in academics, as appropriate to each child’s age and severity of disability. Currently I intervene during behavioral incidents and observe students in class while my list of unevaluated students is being compiled. 

-Jacob





Thursday, May 19, 2022

Farmers' Checkpoint

It is taking a lot longer than anticipated to complete the paperwork for our residency, so we’re on our way to Tegucigalpa for an extension.  En route we got stopped by a group of…dairy farmers!! And they weren’t checking for drugs or guns, they were checking for…butter and cheese! They didn’t want the money to leave Olancho!

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silent

Last week was of course, Holy Week.  On holy Wednesday mass, practically the whole town shut down, leaving an aura of waiting in its wake. On Thursday and Friday, re-enactments of the arrest, trial, and crucifixion of Our Lord were staged. We were told it was a pious practice to not listen to music or even wash our clothes from Wednesday mass until Easter, just because all wasn’t “business as usual” for all creation. It was surreal - as if our little world stood still in awe and thanks.

Here are pictures of the street decorations for Holy Week.




Thursday, April 7, 2022

Embrace The Waste

We were supposed to be in the capitol, Tegucigalpa, today to finally get our status as residents verified. Last week the family was sick and today, the van that was to take us experienced troubles on the way out of town.

This reminds me of just how much efficiency is a product of luxury: the poorer one is, the less quality of products one has access too, the less quality of products, the more they slow down and malfunction. As one used to getting things done effectively and efficiently, this has been a struggle to get used to: frustration and impatience raise their ugly heads even though it’s really nobody’s fault.

One wonders what they’re even doing if things aren’t tangibly being accomplished. In moments like this, I must remind myself of the woman who anointed Jesus before his crucifixion - chided by the apostles for her waste, she was told what she did was beautiful and that she would be remembered for it.

Another consolation was on our bishop’s letter to the migration office, bearing his motto: “patientia omnia potest”, “patience can do all things”

Update:

Today, we all woke up at 4:30 am (again), loaded up for Tegucigalpa (again)…and had to turn back (again!!!)  Protests against high gas prices made the city risky. If it’s this difficult to stay documented with help from locals, imagine what it’s like if locals are hostile!

Declaration of Dependence

I am not self-sufficient, it is not all under my control…and what a relief that is!! What an invitation to trust the all-holy Father, “God f...