Staff Blog
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!
Bikes abound in Cebu
Getting people from place to place is only one of the many uses of bicycles here in Cebu. They are used for hauling hardware, ice, bringing pigs to market and delivering products to stores and food outlets. Bikes with sidecars are the only form of public transportation in some parts of the Philippines. And adapted bikes are often used as food stands on street corners and sidewalks around the city, where vendors sell fruits, vegetables, snacks, cooked meat and ice cream.
Of course, the bike pedalers who are the most important to us are the CSC kids, who love to ride around the CSC grounds. They come in all sizes, but they love to bike! Thanks to our generous supporters, they have quality bikes to ride, helmets for their heads, and a safe place to learn and practice.
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Eicher's Pancit Recipe
When we were still in the Philippines, I always loved watching Auntie Febe in the Eicher kitchen making all kinds of foods. But this particular meal and this particular batch of pancit canton was extra special because it happened to be for the sweetest little lady's birthday party.
She watched as the aunties washed and cut the vegetables, cooked the meat, simmered the sauce....
and then went about the task of getting all those pancit noodles into that one pot. There are a LOT of noodles required to feed this big family.
Pancit canton is and will always be one of my favorite dishes from the Philippines. The noodles soak up all the flavor of the broth where the veggies and meat are first simmered. It's just plain old nooddle-y comfort food. Squeeze a little calamansi on top and you're good to go.
Delicious pancit, coming right up!
Eicher’s Pancit (also known as Bam-i)
2 lbs. uncooked noodles – Auntie Febe used a combination of pancit and vermicelli
4 cups sliced mixed veggies: cabbage, carrots, bell peppers, and green onions
1 lb. lean pork, cut into very small pieces
½ cup oil
1 tablespoon soy sauce
6 cloves garlic, minced
1 onion, chopped
1 pork bouillon cube
6 cups water
1. Soak the vermicelli in water for about 5 minutes or until soft. Slice and chop the veggies.
2. Brown the pork in the oil with the soy sauce, garlic, and onion.
3. Add the water and bouillon cube to the pork and bring to a low simmer. Add the vegetables and cook for 5-10 minutes.
4. Add the uncooked pancit noodles and soaked vermicelli. Simmer over low heat until the noodles soak up all the broth.
You can buy pancit noodles at many Asian grocery stores.
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ILLEGAL!!
The picture above looks seemingly harmless, doesn't it?
Well, beware! If you are found at CSC with such an item in your possession it will be confiscated forthwith and you will have to submit to an inquiry.
:)
The "elastico game" was the trend of the moment. Games tend to move in cycles here, you will learn why below. The rules, as best as I understand them, is that you put a rubber band on the ground. Then you put your hands together, your right thumb over your left thumb with your pointer and middle fingertips touching and you slap your hands on the ground just behind the rubber band. The rubber band then jumps! Of course, you want the rubber band to go far and if your rubber band goes the farthest, you win all of the rubber bands!
Can you imagine why this game is now outlawed?
Yep. You guessed it. For some reason, there were arguments over who actually won and whose rubber bands were whose. Some kids had many, many, many and some had few. It reached a point where the game seemed to involve more fighting than fun.
So, intervention was necessary. The picture above is only a fraction of the stash collected!
:)
It won't be long until there is a new game trending. The creativity amongst our children is astounding! Already I have seen a small group of kids throwing blades of grass over a roped off area of the yard, trying to be the one who threw the farthest.
They are getting wiser...it's got to be impossible to outlaw grass...
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Leaving on a plane
It sure seems like we've said a lot of goodbyes lately. People come and go: adoptive parents, CSC kids, visitors, staff. And, of course, for each "goodbye" there is a corresponding "hello." But goodbyes can be hard when they involve people we love: family, friends, co-workers, children. Sometimes we can find comfort in knowing that we'll see them again, maybe even soon. But with some of those leaving, particularly children going for adoption, we do not have that assurance. But that is part of life at CSC. People leave. We can take heart in the words of the song we always sing when people are saying goodbye:
God will take care of you,
Through every day, o'er all the way.
He will take care of you,
God will take care of you.
God's rich blessings on all those who have taken a seat at the picnic table to hear the song and to receive the hugs from children, workers and staff as they prepare to leave CSC. We know its not an easy place to leave.
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My moment for the week
This week has barely begun, but already I have had a moment. What I mean by moment is an experience that hits me wherein I understand why I have been called to serve at CSC and I feel immeasurably blessed to be serving at CSC.
In reality, these moments can be found wherever you look at CSC. I don't say this to downgrade the significance or value of these moments, rather I say that because I feel like this place is special for that very reason. Sometimes I think that CSC is in the palm of His hand.
The boy in the picture below is a special little guy. He and his siblings have been at CSC for a bit over 2 years now. They were admitted to CSC by police escort because their parents had so severely abused them. The police were protecting them until other intervention was found.
This little guy is the youngest of the group and as he ages we get to know him a little bit more. He is delayed in many ways. He was over 1 year old when he came to CSC but he was not yet walking and didn't for quite some time after. Socially he is also not on the same level as his peers. He was not able to self-soothe when he arrived; whenever he was upset he would grab his own hair and pull it so hard. Similarly, his response to others comforting him has been atypical.
However, recently, this little guy has changed so much. He is AFFECTIONATE now! I shout that because he greets me every morning I arrive to the shelter. He runs over, puts his arms up and lets me hold him. He really and truly wants it! I did not believe I would see the day that he sought such attention. And in the picture below you can see him reaching up to hold my hand.
That is a BIG moment....
I paused when that happened and I pause again as I look at this picture and I am reminded once again of the good that is done here.
This little boy has so many people fighting for him to succeed---to overcome the pain and suffering he should never have had to experience. And he is succeeding!
And there are so many people that love him. And he knows love now too!
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