It is no secret that there was an earthquake in the Philippines on Tuesday. There has been a lot of information shared over facebook, some of it an hour by hour update on our experience. Many people have spoken about the fear, the pain and the sadness they, or others they know, experienced.
I did not comment much about it then, but would like to say more now.
It is a very unnerving feeling to have every surface you are touching rumble and move beneath and around you. There is nothing to grab onto, there is nothing that can steady you. Also, the power shut off at the exact time the quaking began, so there is that shock to the senses. And then there is the noise. There is the rumble of the movement of the earth, some have described it like if a construction site were right outside your home. Then there is the noise of your fragile possessions crashing to the ground and breaking or the stones of your house falling from above. Scary. And it seems to go on for so long. Maybe because from the moment the shaking starts to when it stops you are unceasingly praying for it to end. And then after the shaking stops, you begin to hear the shouts and cries of the people and the dogs. In my neighborhood, the dogs had much to say.
You are really shaky yourself and you feel kind of weak, it takes a while to get your bearings. I had heard from Sandy---she, Marlys and Jenny were okay. I tried to reach Mitch, but there was no answer. I then went outside to check on some of my neighbors---everyone in my compound was safe, Shari and Marcel too, which was wonderful!
I returned home to some disarray and with the strong desire to get up to the shelter. My television had fallen from its stand and laid in pieces, a vase had met a similar demise. I left them as is, moved any other breakable items to a safer place and headed out, unsure what state I would find things in as I drove.
People were everywhere in the streets, there was an accident at the base of the road the shelter is on, so people and vehicles filled the space. I actually saw one of our house fathers there on his motorcycle. He couldn't hear my shouting over the din of everything else. I found out later that his wife, one of our house mothers, was out shopping with some of our older girls when the earthquake happened and he was going to locate them. Terrifying.
I made it up the road easily and quickly. The construction site next to our land even seemed to have made it through the quake alright. I honked once outside our gate, the door opened and I pulled into safety. I immediately saw Mitch's van and saw him walking around---all of us were safe and accounted for.
I was anxious to see how all of the kids were doing, so my heart was racing, but there was also just an overwhelming peace. I could see the kids outside on the grounds, gathered together, many of them crying. They ran and hugged me tightly. I didn't have enough body to go around. I moved around through the groups, checking them, checking for injuries, checking for tears, checking that they were okay. All of our house parents were also safe and accounted for. The house mother and the three girls who had been shopping during the quake had made it back safely---the girls were crying and one of them had lost her slippers in the panic---but they were back!
I stood in the middle of the yard and looked around and the buildings, the windows, the plants, the ground---everything looked as it had the day before---seemingly untouched by the 7.2 magnitude quake that had struck 20 minutes earlier. Praise the Lord!
I have said this many times in my 2+ years at CSC, but since I first stepped foot inside the gate I have felt God's hand on this land, on this ministry, on these kids, on these workers, on us. He always provides, He always protects, He always sustains.
The aftershocks continued the rest of the day, some feeling almost as strong as the earthquake, though they lasted less time. We kept the kids outside for the morning until everything could be checked, but they napped inside in the afternoon. For quite some time that day, every time an aftershock was felt the kids would run to the middle of the playground.
We had no power, so the generator ran all day, a noisy machine, but something we were grateful for. We lost water for a period of time in the afternoon as the continuous running of the generator overwhelmed the water pump. But that problem was solved quickly once it was understood. The nurseries were moved to the living rooms in the homes and all of the children slept downstairs for that night. The aftershocks continued through the night, the next day and the next and I am pretty sure I have felt some yet this morning.
While it remains a bit unnerving and you feel somewhat on edge---yesterday when I heard a loud rumbling noise, I looked for the nearest sturdy object to dive under should the shaking start, and it was really just a low-flying plane---there is no need to fear. God is good, ALL THE TIME! All the time, GOD IS GOOD!
Math is their favorite subject!
At exactly 10:15 the kids are suddenly all excited. Why? It’s time for math, their favorite subject. The kids are eager to start a new lesson on time. We start the discussion and I ask them questions to spark interest. “What is time?” “Why do you think time is important to us?” “Why do we need to use our time wisely?”
The kids come up with thoughtful answers. One student replies, “We only have one chance to live, Teacher. All things are just passing by. That’s why we need to use our time wisely.” I am really happy to hear this type of answer. It shows they are thinking that things are important and have different purposes.
Everyone actively participates in the discussion. They are excited to use small clocks as a manipulative tool while they answer some time questions as a group. They are now ready to try the short informal assessment on their own.
“To be in your children’s memories tomorrow, you have to be in their lives today.” These words are running through my mind right after the activity. It’s sort of related to our topic about time. My time with the students is never wasted. It is a blessing given by God. I will forever treasure this journey as one of the significant events in my first year of teaching.
Don't count anybody out
CSC kids have overcome huge odds to get where they are today. Never count them out. Our children include a girl who suffered burns over much of her body, including her hands, but who is amazing everyone with her dexterity, her dogged determination and her zest for life. We have a boy who had multiple major surgeries including brain surgery, before he was a year old. Today he is running around the house, impressing everyone with his ability to communicate and to run around the playground with the kids his age. We have a girl who came to us as a malnourished baby who was way behind developmentally, and who the doctors told us would probably never walk. She is walking. Very well, thank you. We have a boy who was badly abused and didn't have the self confidence to speak, much less be able to learn or join in activities at school. Now he is participating in school plays, is learning to communicate with adults and his peers, and was recently able to join the other big kids at camp.
No, never count any of our kids out. In fact, we should never give up on anybody. With a loving, healing God, and people like our therapists, nurses, houseparents, teachers and staff, there is always hope.CSC is all about hope.
We Won!!!
Last October we entered the Support Give-Away Contest for Resource Mate, the library automation program we use at Cebu Children of Hope School. It doesn't sound too glamorous, but we thought it would be worth it to submit the required essay to see if we could win a year of free tech support. The essay had to describe how Resource Mate helps impact our community. Well, we just found out we won the contest!!! Woo Hoo!!!
Here's the essay we submitted:
It’s library day and Eugene wants to check out the next book in the Ranger’s Apprentice series. He looks at the spine label and heads to the “Fla” part of the Fiction section. Juliet wants to check out a Clifford book. She read one in her class and is excited there are more books about Clifford. I help her look in the Easy section and we hunt for the spine labels that have “Bri.” Mary Grace is ready to tackle chapter books and wants to know where to look for ones for girls. I point her in the direction of the Fiction section of books with spine labels that read “Ame” for American Girl books. Maybe she’d like to try a Junie B. Jones book too. The Level B reading class is studying about camouflage. A bunch of the kids ask where to find books about animals that use camouflage. We brainstorm about how to do that and someone remembers that we should search on the Resource Mate computer using the keyword camouflage. The Reading Challenge contest is in full swing. Kids race into the library each day to return their books and check out a new stack to read at home. Teacher Amanda comes into the library looking for books on the theme of risks and consequences. She searches and finds a number of books she can check out and keep in the classroom for the kids to read while they are working on this topic. Teacher Alfie stops in right before leaving for the day to check out some books to read to his girls at home. Sounds like a pretty normal day in the life of a library.
But the library at Cebu Children of Hope School is anything but normal or typical in this city of 866,000 people with one public library. Our library serves the community of children who reside at Children’s Shelter of Cebu, an orphanage in Cebu City, Philippines and the staff who work with the children. All of the children who come to live at Children’s Shelter of Cebu are from the surrounding communities on the island of Cebu or neighboring islands. The vast majority of the children have either never attended school or have attended very little. When the children start attending school at Children of Hope School, they often do not know the letters of the alphabet much less how to read. Usually it is safe to say no one has ever had a book read to them. Needless to say, they have never seen a library.
The children are thrilled to learn what a
library is. No one has to convince them
how cool it is to browse the shelves of books and check out books to take home
to the shelter. Teachers have also often
never been inside a proper library. To
have an automated system and thousands of books at their fingertips is pretty
unbelievable. The children and teachers
are taught how to look for books in the library. They learn what spine labels and bar codes
are and how the books are organized on the shelves. They are taught how to search for books by
title, author, subject, or keyword. The
children hover around the Resource Mate computer in the library eager to have
their books scanned so they can start reading their selections.
Most of the children who come through the doors
of the shelter and school are adopted either locally or internationally. Currently the children have been adopted into
families in fourteen different countries around the world. The experience and knowledge gained at our
school and in our library goes with them to their new countries, communities,
and families.
On the surface, the little library at Cebu Children of Hope School seems pretty normal, but every day really is a little bit miraculous in our slice of the world on the tiny island of Cebu in the Pacific Ocean.
Science, Science, Science!!!
“Its not about what the teacher covers; its about what the students discover”.
The month of February at CCHS is not only Love Month but also Science and Math Month. As a part of our science activities, we went on a science field trip last week to the University of the Philippines’ traveling Science Exhibit. The kids enjoyed trying the various inventions and technology presented at different stations. They were eager and curious as they roamed around the large room.
One of the children led me to one of the booths. He told me to touch a small piece of gold colored metal. Suddenly I felt like I was being electrocuted! Then the student said, “See, Teacher, the feeling is so weird!” He called some of his friends over to try the experiment with him. They held hands while the one of them touched the metal. They all laughed when they each felt the current pass down the line through their bodies.
Hands-on learning is important. It motivates children to be more curious about the things around them.
On their coattails
Amy mentioned the other day that our kids were bursting at the seams to start the biannual camp, put on by one of our most faithful supporting churches. I happen to be friends on Facebook with a couple of the team members, and it's fun to see their pictures from Cebu City.
It struck me as I was looking at a few of these pictures that for some of the team members this is the trip of a lifetime. They're nearly 10,000 miles from home, on the other side of the globe, on a small tropical island that is very different from "back home" in Minnesota. Around every corner they see something new, witnessing a way of life that is at times completely different from the ones they lead.
I have no doubt each of them would say they got to participate in something incredible--that they were able to sacrifice a little--because others had sacrificed a lot. We are built on those sacrfices in this work, and we stand on their coattails. I think of the house parents who raised their own family surrounded by a larger family of kids they were surrogate parents to. I think of the missionaries who started our work, and others who continue our ministry far from home. I think of our Education Director who travels for long stints to do her job. Each of them make CSC possible, and make CSC better.
I often observe that the greatest relational question we ask of someone is, "can I count on you?" We want to know, when push comes to shove, if someone will really be there for us. CSC counts on some amazing people. I thank God our employees do what they do, and honor his call on their lives.