Comboni Lay Missionaries

My experience lived in Chiapas

IsabelHello to all my friends, the CLM of Mexico and the world, the Comboni Family, colleagues and family!
Here I share a summary of my lived experience in Chiapas, at this stage of my life that was very special and different and that God has given me, where he took me to a mission for the period from January to August of this year 2015.
I was living, working and sharing community life with my friend Rocio, who is also a CLM and we together were in Altamirano a Municipal Head of the State of Chiapas.
Chiapas is one of the 32 states of Mexico. It is located in the southeast, on the border with Guatemala. Its capital is Tuxtla Gutierrez, has several of the most important tourist destinations in Mexico, mainly Archaeological and Ecological Niche areas of great beauty. There are 122 municipalities; it is one of the states with the largest indigenous population in Mexico, since 30% of the population speaks an indigenous language of the continent. Besides the Spanish language, its official languages are: Tzeltal, Tojolabal, Tzoxil, Chol, Zoque, Lacandon, Chuj, Quiche, Kakchikel. The territory of Chiapas has a very complex morphology: the mountains formed by extensive mountainous areas, large valleys, coastal and flood plains, for this reason has great climate and biodiversity. Some areas have been declared “Biosphere Reserves” for hosting several animal and plant species. In Chiapas, important cultures were developed during the Mesoamerican pre-Columbian era: the Olmec, the Maya and Chiapaneca. Throughout the nineteenth and twentieth centuries in the State was reproduced and strengthened a wide social inequality. The abuses against indigenous peoples and rural communities generated a latent conflict until 1994 when it broke the Chiapas conflict led by the Zapatista Army of National Liberation, conflict that continues unresolved so far.
In the history of Altamirano, it is told that this town was founded in 1806 by residents of the Hacienda de San Antonio and San Vicente which asked the Vicariate of Ocosingo, own land to found a new town, choosing the place of Nacashlan to about 30 km south of Comitan, near River Tzaconeja, which in 1814 already had 90 indigenous families, all of them Tzeltal Ethnicity. First was called Ashlumal San Carlos. Ashlumal (new village). In 1911, this town that had belonged to the Department of Chilo, stands as a municipality. In 1935 the Governor Victorio R. Grajales renamed the village San Carlos to Villa Altamirano in tribute to poet Ignacio Manuel Altamirano and in 1942 it amounted to second-class municipality. In January 1994 became one of the towns occupied by the Zapatista Army of National Liberation.
We were working in the San Carlos Hospital, which was built by the Dutch government and is maintained and funded in large part by a Dutch NGO. In this health unit, all the people it attends, especially indigenous people, which are mostly Tzeltal, but also come Tojolabales Tzoxiles, Choles and Zoque.
The Parish of San Carlos Altamirano has 85 communities, but received indigenous communities belonging to other municipalities such as: Ocosingo, Oxchú, Palenque, Yajalón, Chilón … it is sad to see these poor people travel so much for medical care in this small hospital, which has resources for a first class medical care with general doctors only and has no specialists. Only in certain times of the year received medical specialists volunteer from Mexico, United States, Spain and Italy which help our people in Medical Surgical Campaigns of: Gynecology, Urology, Plastic Surgery and Dermatology. It has programs Nutrition, Tuberculosis and Mental Health.
I was shocked too, realizing that in the State of Chiapas the health sector is very poor, have few public hospitals. That’s why in this hospital, quite often it cannot be transferred serious ill patients who need specialized second- or third-level attention and we know that here will be complicated more or even die, and many fatalities could have been avoided if we count on good state health service.
Well, I also want to share my feelings in this land, because on one side has been good to work for the poor, yet have lived different feelings of sadness, pain, impotence, anger, uncertainty, because I encountered a very strong and depressing context, our indigenous brothers still live in poverty, are isolated and excluded, abandoned and trampled by the government, the institutions and the people who are not indigenous and call themselves as mestizos.
Indigenous people live in remote communities where they do not even have the basic services for a dignified life and not have rural health care. Almost no schools and for this reason a large percentage are illiterate, have no financial resources to produce their land, and there is great maternal, neonatal, child and of all ages mortality, as they are consuming by hunger, malnutrition, infections, parasites, tuberculosis, cancer, alcoholism, among other…
It is very painful to watch as they come to hospital with very advanced, complex or terminal conditions, because there was no one to attend in their communities and could not afford to move to a hospital. Some even tell us that walked for hours in the jungle and others in a truck along a road to get to our hospital. Another problem they have is that sometimes they say they are not attend in hospitals from the IMSS or Health because they do not speak Spanish and these institutions do not have staff who serve as translators. Something we liked from San Carlos Hospital was that in previous years a small school of nursing was open where they trained indigenous people as nurses and themselves translate the patients. Because all physicians are from outside and do not speak the language. I liked being there because I identified with the Comboni charisma too, as I always had in mind the motto of the Plan of Comboni: “save Africa with Africa” because here was: “save the indigenous with the indigenous people themselves.”
Isabel

I arrived in January, and then in April joined this experience my colleague CLM and friend Rocio.
Together we were working in the Hospital San Carlos, she in administration and human resources, since her profession is Business Administration and I as General Doctor. There, we shared working life, as well as shared community life where renting a cottage in the village. It was nice that every day we got up early, we were going to walk and exercise, and returning home, did together the morning prayer consecrating our day and asking for all; and after that each one were going to the hospital to do our own work task. We could share, live and learn together in this missionary experience. We share life with the Indians, we learned part of their culture, we learned to speak a few little words in Tzeltal as Jocolawal = Thanks, Cashan = come in, ban ti cux? = Where it hurts? deep breath = icha ik!, etc. We enjoyed the taste of Pozol which is its popular drink made with corn and water hammer. We ate their rich pumpkin gorditas, which are stuffed with bean… It was something very special to know them, heal them, listen to them, encourage them and motivate them, give them a word of encouragement and hope, speak of God’s love, comfort them spiritually especially when one of their relatives was serious ill or died in the hospital…
We made new friends, had good colleagues and find good people in the streets, in stores, at church and even in tourist places where we had the joy of moving and know… In the last month, Rocio could be doing mission also with the children in a suburb, where there are indigenous and lack of many things, especially education, Chío could help a bit with their homework, teach to read and write those who still did not know and even he taught some young computer skill. I accompanied her on some occasion because I spent more time in the hospital attending people and doing 24 hours guards and sometimes even more. In this respect was heavy work, because they were very long and superhuman, difficult to take much time with this pace… But although it was a short time we were sharing with the children and their families, it was very nice and comforting as missionaries… I think for Rocio was even more intense, because it was her own initiative…
And, as a law of life, there were positives and negatives in this time of mission, something more negative or disappointing was that we could not act with the sick, the staff and the people, as we would have liked. We had too many limitations and obstacles, as Vincentian religious (Sisters of Charity) who are directing this hospital, had a much-closed system and was difficult for them to open to changes…
In addition, we could not get to indigenous communities, where we wanted to do a project with our pastoral ministry and missionary work, as is currently strong Zapatista conflict and confrontations and divisions exist between these villages. They do not let people to get in their villages so easy. For this reason, it has been difficult for the same pastor priest, for religious and other volunteers and other organizations that want to work in these lands to help fighting this material and spiritual poverty that exists. Up to the very evangelization it has been difficult because different religions and sects are infiltrating, it is sad to see that there are villages where they have several churches of different faiths and we even met some where they have no Catholic church, but of another religion.
There is a real need of more missionaries, laity, priests and religious to these lands…
Although it was a short time we could be in Altamirano and we decided to go for the moment, I do not stay convinced to retire, give up and never return to these people, who are so poor and abandoned… It has been a big concern inside me, because I know they need help. This is where the mission called, is where we see the suffering Christs, where it is necessary to stay as missionary and give our life, carrying our own cross with them, carrying a cross that weighs more and that together we can carry and make it weigh less. It is in these lands where it is necessary to do human promotion, to develop and achieve their own dignity as human beings. It is necessary that the feel that they are children of God too and deserve to be happy on this earth.
I faithfully think it is not impossible and with my heart in hand, I tell you we can find an alternative and a way to build a missionary project… As lay, we can research and seek for support in an institution or a national or international NGO, in the Comboni Congregation, in the diocese, or perhaps more options to work with these peoples of Chiapas, because it really is one of the poorest and neediest states of our country. I’m not happy to say that I went, worked and met great wonders of nature, for me is still drilling into my mind and in my heart all these faces of suffering, bitterness, pain, illness, depression, helplessness, sadness, despair, thirst and hunger of God and for human dignity… May God help us to help, the laity have many capabilities and potential, have a lot of crazy ideas, but they are good desires and above all, have the missionary spirit of charity, and that challenging soul, but sometimes alone we cannot, we need people and resources; and a head does not think like a lot. I invite you to reflect on this and if as CLM of Mexico and the world someday we may launch into action a project for the indigenous people of Chiapas, let us do it. Although I know we have other places of mission where we need the CLM, we are aware that sometimes we cannot meet those needs either for lack of economy or even for lack of personal health, meditate and strive to go covering those people who are not so remote or in difficult climates and environments, and it is possible to go and give the best of us with everything we are and have. Pray God to continue to bless all indigenous in the world, African-Americans and Africans … May St. Daniel Comboni intercede for them and for all missionaries.

Greetings to all, your friend: ISA. CLM.

A happy time in Carapira – Mozambique

Germano

The going of Jesus, as told in the Gospel of Sunday XXIII Ordinary Time, to a territory outside the Jewish tradition tells us that God’s concern is with everyone, not leaving anyone out. A deaf is brought before Jesus, he knows nothing about Him because he did not hear and, of course, could not seek Him by his own initiative. Who does not know Jesus we do not have to censor, but rather lead to Him.

On the way we did for the trip to Mozambique we went to meet those forgotten by society, I talk about the homeless and the poor, because, however much people are supportive, we forget the real suffering of these our friends, loneliness. How many times have told us that we were different, we brought a smile, a hug, a kind word…? The feeling that I wanted to take with me to Carapira. I did not know what I was going to find, but I took an open heart, cheerful, full of love to give. We must learn from Jesus to feel the problems of others and get involved in their solution. It was that feeling and purpose that we try to achieve, and the Fe and Mission group conducted. We open ourselves, we listen, look, get involved and engaged with students of the Industrial School of Carapira, with the missionary family (fathers, brothers, sisters, laity) and with the community of Carapira. Where I loved the beautiful work of everyone, especially Lay Missionaries, who are close to people, communities and their everyday problems, as well as students of the Industrial School of Carapira.

Every day we went to meet the community of Carapira, after praying Lauds (06:00), after the “mata bicho” funny expression means having breakfast, from 1:30 to 2:00 I stay with the kids, playing with them, wearing a smile, I helped the moms to draw water… to be with people, give them a hug and a kind word for everyone we met. I learned that those who have nothing of material goods, are the happiest, they do not care for physical appearance of the other, about the dress or the way we are, but they appreciate the joy of life and the ability to share the little things We have to each other.

Highlighting some important moments of my stay. I visited on a Friday with Father Firmino the community of Caserna, it was the day of baptism. I loved to participate in this beautiful celebration and a special culture, while Fr. Firmino confessed youth they were to be baptized, I went for a walk around the community, and in one of the houses, was a young man of 12 years, David, lying at the entrance, moaning in pain. After having asked what was going on and not getting response appeared young David’s mother, who informed me that he was bitten by an animal. David’s hand was very swollen, so I got scared and tried to warn the mother to go to the doctor, but she said they could not, they live far from the health center, and had no money to go by public transport, the only transportation that could take. I could not escape this situation, however, I took from the backpack drinking water to clean the hand of the young and offered him a piece of cake, which I have to eat if I was hungry, David loved to eat something sweet and so good.

When I got to the school of Carapira, I went to the house of the Lay Comboni Missionaries, and asked for help to Marcia, a laity working in this mission, Portuguese and from the District of Aveiro, who immediately offered to help David.

The next week I was with a group of five young of Carapira talking on the street, when suddenly I see a man carrying on his back a woman who was ill with malaria, and could not walk far. I asked the young people for help, to assist the man, but the response was negative, as was normal, the lady was with malaria… but I could not bear to see this situation without doing anything, so I helped him, the man took the woman in the back and it was leaning on my shoulders… that will not be very helpful, but I think it was useful. These are small gestures that can change the world.

What I liked least to live and see in Mozambique was the lack of conditions in relation to health, education and equal rights for women, which are considered inferior to men. But the joy, friendship, simplicity of these people are able to overcome any existing negativity, I want to emphasize “people’s education”, they are highly educated (they like greeting people), even without the right to education that many other peoples have.

We all had various responsibilities, some more heavies, other lighters, but all very important and meaningful for the mission. We live and work as a community. I thank all the people who greeted us, welcomed us, who trusted us… but above all the youth of the Industrial School of Carapira, the 3rd B, of which I felt closer and every day I remember them, I pray that they study, strive for a better future and do not forget that they can be what they want, they are not inferior to anyone.

I have lived a dream I will never forget. I can say “I smelled the Mission,” which helped me grow as a man and as a Christian. I want to come back!!

For this and for that, I ask the Lord to heal us of deafness and blindness, and put us in sincere communion with His love and with the world around us.

GermanoSee you son Carapira – Mozambique!

Germano Ferreira

Love as mission

MarianaIf a year ago you would told me that today I would be writing about the Mission in Carapira, I would have said you were dreaming and that those fertile lands were too remote for me. However, God, as Father Jorge says, knows better what He does than what we want. And it is so true!
Before entering into the risky adventure of trying to put into words what I experienced in Carapira during the month of August, I want you to know that we will lose some sense: hands that touch and are touched; strange odors, but then they are missed, such as land, market, burning garbage, the air hot and heavy; the eyes that see faces that seem to ask us to discover and smiles that remind us that life is the greatest gift of God; greeting mouths at all times, even when you are not known.
Thanks, first, the missionaries that were already in Carapira and, besides of being disciples of Christ, they were heralds of our arrival and faithful companions of our steps, while leaving us free to be. Thank you for the confidence you have placed in us, without which no work could be developed.
The first problem I encountered was the time. In Carapira, time seems frozen in time and, indeed, the days passed slowly. The mornings were far greater than the afternoon and a date marked at three, could be at any time after the scheduled time. I thought the time was slow because there was completely entangled in the agitated pace that the Western world imposes on us. It was then that I realized that being compassionate was walking at the step of the other. If the other slows down, we slow down to walk with them. Then we get carried away by this so different time from our time and our days were filled: with night study in the Industrial School; support for girls at boarding school of the sisters “Mother Africa”, with the presentation of the encyclical “Laudato Si” to the EIC students, teachers, community, priests and sisters; we filled the day with times when we prayed the rosary in communities and try to learn Macua, visiting the sick, or replacing a missing professor.
In Carapira I discovered a charm. After trying to help girls with English, where the theme was “famous people”, I tried to illustrate with Cristiano Ronaldo and that’s when I realized that I had fallen into the terrible mistake of looking at reality only with my eyes. I do not say this no dislodging me, but quickly got the right example, which has always been there and knew very well: Jesus. Who else could be as global as Him? We were going with a huge desire to make Jesus known to others, going step by step, discovering that he was already there and is revealed in the smallest things: in the embrace that shipped with Sister Mary Joseph when I took girls home for holidays; Jesus appeared in the warm way in which these people welcomed us on arrival and took these foreigners as a part of their daily lives without closing the door.
These children show me the face of God, because they unknowingly have been and are an example for me. They get to be so alike and so different in its smallness. And how many childhoods exist worldwide. These children are heroes of palm and a half, before being able to speak carry buckets of water over his hands and head. As if, at the time, they had to endure a burden that is not theirs. Children carrying bricks. Children who care for other children like them. The children who walk kilometers and kilometers from home to go to school. I was also surprised with the ability they had to run for our arms, with sincere and contagious smiles. And I tell you, I will never, ever, be able to forget how they ran up and down the street with those cars made with plastic bottles and caps, or made careers pushing tires with a stick.
I was moved when I discovered that some people left the house, three to four hours before Mass, to drink from the Word of the Lord. I cannot forget the youth group of vocational discernment, traveling kilometer walk and/or bike in order to attend a Sunday training. And they do it every month. Here sometimes when it rains or is cold, the children no longer want to go to Sunday school. And even we, I wonder, how many reasons we out to excuse our faults to Mass? Given this, it is clear that those who wants look for ways and those who does not want find an apology. They are living proof of that!
There are people, people like us, who surprisingly are happy with so little. It is not so little … they are happy just to live. And how big is this give: life! And how big are these people, imagine, deeply grateful that comply with the Father’s. After this month, I know that my contribution was just a drop in an ocean of tasks that remain to be fulfilled. However, as I read in the market the first day I went, “Stop force produces nothing”. I am sure that being young and Christian, today, it is to be this force that never stops. It is not to fall into indifference to be touch by life and be able to do what God expects of us. However slightly, let’s do it, because if there’s one thing I’ve learned here is that the little become a lot. My heart is so full and grateful for this experience.
A “Koshukuru” (thank you) the size of the distance between Portugal and Mozambique is little for all that I have lived this month. Until I return, there is a vast ocean of longing and desire for further meetings. And you know what? I sincerely believe in that old maxim of “Little Prince”, which says that “those who pass by us, do not go alone neither leave us alone”. Today, I am a lucky for all the meetings I had on this land that is a lost paradise in the middle of nowhere. Today, I am richer for being a bit of all those with whom I shared this month.
Mariana Mariana Gonçalves

Testimony in Carapira

Carapira

“The essential is invisible to the eyes”! I never found much meaning to this phrase as after Mozambique … When we dare to open our hearts to God’s call, we run the risk of discovering the true meaning of happiness. In fact, there were so many graces received, the experienced and shared love, that this experience has shaped my life, my heart filled in such a way that my thoughts, desires and dreams are all oriented towards Mozambique. Throughout the year we prepare these months of mission in Mozambique, we prepared ourselves with actions of charity, intense training, intimate encounters with God through prayer and so expectations were high and immense the anxiety. The truth, however, is that I never thought we will live so intensely this month with such dedication, with so much love … Weak was my faith, I admit! After all there were many people who prayed for us, there were many sincere hearts that have directed their prayers to God. The seven members of Faith and Mission group that reached the Carapira mission in Mozambique have only reasons to thank God for all we received.

In Carapira, from the beginning , we were welcome as family by the various members of the Comboni Family present there, we really felt welcomed, integrated. The first night we had a meeting to present ourselves together, allowing us to learn a bit of the work done in the mission, and to affirm our willingness to work hard this month. Yes, it was always a concern of the whole group to work hard, or in the words of Fernando Pessoa, to put in all that we are in everything we do no matter how small it is. And we did not stay unanswered. The next day we had a meeting where we received several proposals, either in the Industrial School of Carapira, in the ministry, at boarding school of the sisters, as well as with the community. I remember that after this meeting, the group began to divide tasks, specify the duties of each, with an intensity that quickly filled the quadrant of our activities. I was always glad to see everybody working. I am well aware that this was only possible by the confidence placed in us from the beginning, but I also know that throughout the month we did everything possible to meet expectations. To be honest, despite wanting to make the most of myself and work hard, I was always aware that a month would be very little to give ourselves unreservedly. The truth is that I was wrong. Of course, the difficulty of the language and adaptation to the place complicated things, but also the smiles, sympathy, trust placed in us and the fantastic reception we had, made everything so much easier. From the beginning, Brother Luis allowed us to participate wholeheartedly in school, either in the administrative work, whether in activities with students; Father Firmino allowing to accompany him on the visits to communities; the sisters allowing us to help with explanations to the girls at the boarding school and visiting the sick and elderly in the community and the Comboni Lay Missionaries that have always followed us closely and with whom we work very comfortable. I knew the work of the sisters, brothers and priests minimally by the various testimonies I had heard. But I confess I did not know the great work done by the Comboni Lay Missionaries. Their dedication to the Industrial School of Carapira, classroom, administration, nursing, in the dining room, as well as monitoring of extracurricular activities is impressive. But beyond that, the pastoral work in the communities, work in the parish, in the formation of the animators, the role of justice and peace for the communities… they left me baffled. Honestly, for the first time, I want to become a Comboni Lay Missionary. On a personal level, this month was very important to me. I found many of my limits when fatigue wanted to beat me, I was challenged to learn to live in community, how to be tolerant, to try to solve problems through dialogue, to examine me internally. When I think about it all, I’m glad I could grow. But apart from all these challenges I’ve been so happy … The Eucharist filled my heart with songs and dances that expressed so much, the smiles of children, the joy of the people of the communities, the Comboni family who I met in Carapira and I now call friends, girls in the boarding school that made me smile, young in the school, young people … Oh, my God, how I miss it! I want to mourn for joy …. I want to go back!!! … In Mozambique I felt the sun on my hand! The sun of joy, the sun that illuminate our life, the sun that warms us, that warms our hearts, the sun that allows us to exchange glances, the sun that makes us live intensely the day! In Mozambique I had the sun in my hand!

Carapira Pedro Nascimiento

Masterpieces

This is an arIMG_0411ticle about my art class, though not exactly.  This is the story about friends we have met here in Awassa, a truly special husband and wife team, Argow andRachel, and through them, the wonderful kids we have met with whom I have the joy of doing art projects once per week.   The couple is an Ethiopian/American duo who met in Hungary at a bible college and felt God calling them to settle in Ethiopia as missionaries.  Argow is from Southern Nations Nationalities and Peoples Regional State (SNNPRS), the most ethnically diverse area of Ethiopia with 35 different tribes. The capital of SNNPRS is Awassa, the town where we live.  After learning about some negative customs of one tribe, the Hamar, in the far south west of the region, he felt called to get involved.  The Hamar people have many superstitions and because their survival day to day is difficult, anything they think will negatively impact the people as a whole cannot be tolerated.  For this reason there are several ways a person may become ‘cursed’ and should they become cursed, they are either killed or expelled from the tribe. Unfortunately most often these people are babies and children. The reasons that one could become cursed are many and include: being born out of wedlock, being a twin, having the top teeth come in before the bottom teeth as a baby, not attending one of many rites of passage no matter the reason.   These cultural practices of the Hamar are not openly discussed, even by the government, but some local human rights groups estimate that 20% of their children are killed or abandoned.

Five years ago, Argow learned from his Hamar collaborators that there was a group of nine unmarried woman in a village who were pregnant and because these children would be born out of wedlock, they would have to be killed.  Argow wanted to try to save these babies so he packed his car full of bottles, sleepers, diapers and blankets and made the long 15 hour trek to try to get them out of the village immediately after birth.  When he arrived, all nine babies had been killed – he arrived too late. He returned to Awassa devastated in a silent, empty car.

After this experience Argow felt even more deeply moved to work with the Hamar people, and therefore he and Rachel founded an orphanage, Ebenezer Grace Children’s Home (EG), 4 years ago. They now have 36 children from newborn to age 12.  The children come from all parts of SNNPRS, not only from Hamar, but they feel a particular call to help these little ones.  Half of the kids in my art class are Hamar children, cursed for one of those reasons I listed above.  Some of the children were ‘rescued’ prior to their murder by the intervention of some sympathetic Hamar who disagree with the traditions.  Some of their parents tried to hide their cursed child to save and keep them, but eventually the only way to save them was to have them moved to EG.  Over these past four years, Argow and Rachel have been trying to build good relationships with the Hamar tribe leaders. In a bold move several months ago, they took a group of 6 beautiful “cursed” children back to their villages to visit with their families and the community. They thought to stay only for a short visit but several of the parents begged them to stay for days.  Maybe these types of encounters will help engage the process for the Hamar to confront their traditions and gradually in time to change them.

Ebenezer Grace Children

The other children in my class have arrived at EG due to a variety of circumstances that lead to children being orphaned: parents dying of HIV/AIDS, a widowed mother too poor to raise them, abandoned at birth, and health conditions that make life in the rural countryside difficult.  One of my students has a heart condition and is nearly blind.  For another there is no information on her scattered past – she was found last year wandering the streets alone of a nearby town, her clothes and hair infested with lice. When asked her story, there was no response – she is both deaf and mute. They guessed her to be about 12 years of age.  She was given a name, a date of birth, new clothes and hopefully now a brighter future. These are my students, each one with their own story, each one special and wonderful.

Fast forward to today and each child is flourishing despite the limitations of institutional care. They have found love and friendship with their “siblings” at Ebenezer Grace and the staff who care for them.  Argow and Rachel consider them all to be part of their family (they have 5 biological children of their own) and are very devoted to caring for them and providing them with every opportunity they can.  I have observed that the line between Argow and Rachel’s own children and their EG children is somehow blurred, in a beautiful way.  Argow and Rachel are making the longterm commitment to raise the children until adulthood, a commitment one can only make with deep faith in God’s fidelity and providence.  The children are being raised to know Jesus and to know God’s love for them and for every person.  It is the hope that some of the Hamar children one day will return as adult Christians to serve their own people, being themselves living examples of the dignity of each human life.

EG Art ClassThe first time I met Argow, he asked me “what can you do with these kids?” and the next Tuesday I was teaching art. They all attend school, even a school for the hearing impaired. They play sports, help with the younger children, braid each other’s hair, have birthday parties and just goof around.  They have their own interests and gifts and are growing into fine young people.  To my delight they all like art. I have an enthusiastic group of 12 (8 girls and 4 boys), all age 5 to 12.  When you start with eager children, yellow construction paper, a dab of glue, a button, a piece of felt, a splash of bright paint, and a few sparkles ….voila you get a masterpiece!

As I look upon my students when they are quietly doing their work, I am grateful that their lives were saved.  These kids are as unique as the materials we use to create our masterpieces.  Each one is a masterpiece of God’s creation.

http://www.ebenezergrace.org/