Staff Blog
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.
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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