God's grace shows itself to me in many ways. Some are glorious and some are not. By the grace of God, for instance, I have enough to eat, a good place to live, money for my diabetes medications and meaningful work that provides many emotional, material and spiritual blessings. But just 0utside my office are children who go to sleep hungry, who wake up with nobody to say "good morning," and with only bleak prospects for having their basic needs met. This noon I drove to McDonalds for a late lunch and was heading back to the office to eat. At the stoplight a little boy approached my car, tapped on my window and held out a deformed hand to ask for money. He motioned to his stomach to indicate that he was hungry. In his eyes was a hunger that went beyond his need for something to eat to indicate a hopelessness at life in general. But he doesn't have the luxury of looking at his life reflectively. He was hungry, and was looking at the food that I had purchased at the drive through that was on the seat next to me, food that I could easily do without. I gave him a handful of fries and drove off. On other occasions I might have just shook my head and not given him anything. Nutritionists might say that he was better off with nothing than a greasy fry, I don't know. But as I drove away my mind came up with many questions that I have considered often in my 38 years in Cebu, questions that don't really have answers but weigh heavily on my heart on occasions such as this.
- Why does this little guy have nothing and I have everything? Is there a single thing about how I have lived my life that qualifies me for advantage? Has this little guy done anything wrong to deserve a withered arm and a hungry tummy?
- Why didn't I just give him my whole lunch instead of a few paltry fries? By suppertime I would be dining on a good meal and he would be hungry again. Likely, I just wanted him to go away from my car.
- What does he think about me and what I represent?
- If he ever does look to the future, does he have a shred of hope that things will get better for him? With little or no positive family or other adult influence, with no access to health care or decent education, and with daily exposure to the many dangers from living on the street, is there any chance whatsoever that he will? What will be different for him, his eventual children and theirs?
- What is life like without hope? Can I even begin to understand that?
The disparities of life in a country like the Philippines are hard to grasp. Living here provides graphic proof that God's grace has nothing to do with merit. Not a thing. That kid deserves a break much more than I ever do or will. All I can do, perhaps, is to think about why God called me to live much of my life here and not in the country of my birth. Some people think that, in choosing to live here, I forsook the luxuries of life for the difficulties of the third world. But I live in the lap of luxury here, too. I just have to pay an emotional price for doing so as I come face to face with people who struggle just to stay alive.
I've been dealing with these same questions for 38 years! At CSC we have been able to help lots of little guys like the one I saw today. We have taken in the hungry, the lame, the disfigured, the homeless. We have dispensed food, medicine, knowledge, even hope. But we aren't helping this little guy at all. Except for a fistfull of fries. Of course we can't help everyone, I know that. But that knowledge doesn't remove his image from my mind or, on the other hand, make his life one ounce better.
I pray for wisdom, to accept the things that I cannot change, to be an agent of positive change where I can, and to know the difference, even though knowing that difference does not provide emotional relief from the confrontations with hopelessness that are a part of life in a place like this. I guess the best way to accomplish the dictates of the above-cited Serenity Prayer is to focus on the things that I can change, not on what I cannot. On the tree, not the forest. But I'm very sure that there are things that I can change if I open my mind to them, to see people not as an inconvenience but an opportunity. Maybe I can use some of the incomprehensible advantages that have been bestowed on me to offer some measure of relief and, maybe, even hope to people like the little boy who I cannot get out of my head.
Rainy Day Activities
Most days in the Philippines are sunny and hot. This past week a typhoon was passing by the Philippines bringing clouds and rain. Only the edge of the typhoon affected Cebu City, so at the shelter the temperature cooled a little and it rained off and on for several days.
The kids wore long sleeve shirts to school to stay comfortable while studying and learning. After school though, the activities changed from the normal routine. The kids could not play soccer on the playground or climb on the jungle gym. They had to stay inside, so they filled their afternoons with drawing, building boxes, reading and hanging with babies.
At CSC, we are blessed to have wonderful homes to shelter the children. We are especially reminded of this whenever bad weather is threatening. Thank you to all who help keep these homes safe and secure for the children.
MARBLES! MARBLES! MARBLES!
Marbles is one of the traditional games played by Filipino children.
Last week, Level C2 kids read a story entitled “The Marble Champ” by Gary Soto. They were so excited to read the story! They wanted to know the rules and how to play the game. When I announced to the class about our upcoming marble game championship, everyone was frantic with excitement. At first, everyone was laughing because they had a hard time rolling the marble from their thumb to hit the targeted marbles. Good thing they didn’t give up! Whenever they had extra time, they spent it practicing. One of my students even asked me how to squeeze the eraser (that is the thumb exercise the main character of our story was doing) properly to strengthen their thumb muscles!
Friday came and the game began! They were divided into 2 sets with 3 competitors each. Everyone was taking the game seriously.
The winner of each set competed with one another in a new “arena”. Everyone was holding their breath and wondering who would win the game.
At last, the games ended and Level C2 kids announced their first MARBLE CHAMPION!
- Karen Faburada
Lunch Time Hug
The lunch hour was winding down and the kids started trickling into school. I was talking with Uncle Jerry near the entrance and giving “high fives” to the kids as they walked by us. They went to change out of their shoes for their slippers before lining up for class.
One of the newer kids came up to me before joining her classmates in line. She stretched out her arms and gave me a hug. I asked her what class she was starting her afternoon in. She said Filipino class with Teacher Cora was her first class. She asked what I was going to do in the afternoon. I told her I was going to do work on my computer. When it was time to line up, she released her hug, gave me a smile, and we said, “see you this afternoon in school” to each other.
Now I sit at my computer, thinking of the things she is learning in class. One hug from a kid can power a person through a whole week of computer work.
Inspirational Speaker
The past few months we, the therapists at CSC, have been grooming Jacob into an inspirational speaker. Our main goal is to spread disability awareness to people around the city of Cebu and, through Jacob, inspire them to try to approach life positively, praising and worshiping God.
A great way to kick-off Jacob’s speaking career was within the walls of CSC at Children of Hope School on June 19. We invited the kids, CSC workers, staff and visitors. Everybody was excited for the day to arrive.
Our speaker, Jacob, got more and more excited as the day approached. He was nicely dressed in a polo shirt and tie, and was probably not expecting a huge number of people in the audience. Joemar, Jacob’s trusted roommate, opened up in prayer. Auntie Sandy introduced our inspirational speaker, and what an introduction it was!
In his speech, Jacob talked about his home, CSC, the people around him and how they influence him. He also shared about living with cerebral palsy and how he has dealt with his disability every single day. He reminded the audience to be happy and content in whatever state and condition we are in; God made us perfect and will use us to bless others. Jacob showed a video of what a typical day for him is like from sun up to sun down and he gave a video tour of his room and home.
Last week was Jacob’s first speaking engagement outside CSC. Evangelical Theological College of the Philippines or ETCP, with its dean Pastor Lowell Tallo, was very generous to have Jacob speak to their students. They all gave Jacob a warm welcome and asked a lot of questions.
Jacob left ETCP, happy, inspired and blessed, looking forward to his next opportunity to meet and share with others.
Check out the videos below: A Day in the Life of Jacob and Jacob's Speech
A Conversation
Level B2 (grade 3) has 8 students. During my first day at Cebu Children of Hope School, I was really fascinated with the students that I have. In my 2 years of teaching at other schools, I had more than 30 students in my classes. I am lucky that I am now at CCHS.
One day last week, one of my students touched me so much. He asked for help because he didn’t know how to answer a question. To be fair to the other students, I told him to read the question again and analyze it. However, he insisted so I explained the question to him and at the same time I tried to get to know him a bit more. We talked about where he had come from and a bit about his family. Suddenly he started crying. His classmates told him to stop crying, but it didn’t work. I talked with him some more and asked him, “Did you cry because of your family or did you cry because you could not answer the question?” He did not answer and instead he bowed his head. I asked him again, “Is it about your family?” He nodded. Then he looked up and smiled at me and said, “I’m okay teacher and thank you for helping me.”
-Clayd Verzales, Level B Teacher