Peru
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Alabanza
Entrance to Santisimo Sacramento |
stop was a mother who had a severely mal-nourished 2 year old daughter. Her ankles and wrists looked like those of a 5 month old. The mother had taken her daughter to see several doctors but couldn’t afford the formula, which turned out to be Pedialyte. I stood there listening to this conversation between the mother and the social worker with us bracing myself not to cry. Then later, I was frustrated- why shouldn’t I be allowed to cry? Crying proves that you care. To clarify- I didn’t allow myself to cry. No one else was telling me not to.
Sunset over Piura, Peru |
Monday, June 27, 2016
One big beautiful but complicated family
www.santisimo.org |
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Back in the USA
Cathy, Erin & Kathleen |
We left the church yesterday amid sad, tear-filled farewells that went on way too long considering most of the social workers and drivers went to the airport with us. There was a large group from Dallas on our same flight out of Piura, so we had quite the parade of trucks and vans accompanying us. Once again, we hugged and cried like we would never see these wonderful people again, but this year I know differently. This place has a way of drawing you back. It is mostly the people who work there, but the feeling you get when working with them is all encompassing. Last summer, Ken blogged the Starfish Story and working at Santisimo Sacramento reflects that very well. We were not able to help everyone, but it made a difference to the ones we were able to help.
This summer, although our time was much shorter, was just as profound. The need is still great amongst the people of the villages. There is little to no electricity, which at this time of year (their winter), makes their daylight very short.
We adopted a family last fall through the Family to Family program and were able to meet them this week. They have five children ranging in age from 2-13, three girls and two boys. They were as excited to meet us as we were to meet them (I hope that does not sound conceited, it was not meant to). Because of Erin's fluency in Spanish, we were able to communicate well. They live in a very far out village, outside the city limits of Piura. Even so, the mother made the effort to be at the church to welcome us on Friday AM as we arrived. Tuesday, we delivered their monthly food supplies and two large suitcases of household goods we brought from home. Things we take for granted: towels, toothbrushes/paste, cookware, ibuprofen,etc. They were very appreciative. We asked what they would like to make their lives easier...livestock, furniture, beds..They chose beds. Their beds consisted of three double mattresses made of straw that was coming out of the material holding it together. No sheets, but torn mosquito nets above. One mattress was on the dirt floor, one on a very bent iron frame and one on a handmade wood frame. We purchased two sets of double bunk beds and one double bed, and sheets, blankets and mosquito nets. With the help of Martine, we set them up and made the beds. I don't know who was more excited, the family or us. When we met them the next day, Erin asked how they slept and they replied that they were late for school because they slept so late.
Wednesday, we met our family at the church and walked over to see the movie, Finding Dory at the nearby mall. I think they were just as amazed at the mall as they enjoyed the movie. They actually handled the escalator quite bravely as another family approached and chose to take the stairs. They were in awe of the bathroom and the running water and did not know to flush the toilet. They ate the popcorn and soda with gusto and kept giving up the international 'thumbs up' sign.
Since this was Erin's first trip, we wanted to give her every experience we could in one week's time. Saturday, we added an addition onto an existing house and divided the original rooms. The parents worked with us and they have three beautiful little girls. A few days later, we delivered food to that same home and we were so happy to see each other again. On Saturday, as we were waiting to leave, this mother and her daughters came by the church and we had another chance to visit with them. These people are very incredibly warm and appreciative for all you do for them. I think it is why people go back year after year. I, for one, would love to see her again on a future visit.
I am so proud of both of my daughters. The warmth, energy and skill they showed this week tells me that their hearts are in the right place.
I realize this got quite long, but it is more for me to look back and reflect on this life changing experience. Thanks for following our blog.
If anyone wants to participate in the Family to Family Program, please let me know. It is only $300.00 per year and provides the family with basic food supplies each month (pasta, rice, beans, milk, oil). It is GREATLY appreciated by the families. The list to be matched is two years long, so the need is great.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Paciencia y Fe
Like a good majority of the rest of the country, I got swept up in the excitement of Hamilton this past year. I would pop in my ear buds nearly every afternoon at work and let the rap-based retelling of the life and death of America's first treasury secretary entertain me and my data analyses. I did this for months up until I was able to see the show and then decided it was time to "take a break." (If you know the soundtrack, you'll get that reference. If you haven't listened to the soundtrack, do it. Do it now).
What better way to take a break from Hamilton, I decided, than to listen to the music from Lin-Manuel Miranda's first Tony-winning musical "In the Heights"? I will spare you the reader's digest version of the show (if you haven't listened to the soundtrack, do it. Do it now.), but there is a scene in which the protagonist's grandmother sings about the importance of "paciencia y fe"—patience and faith. The song is cleverly titled "Paciencia y Fe."
It would appear from my last post that I am perhaps struggling with the whole "paciencia" side of things here in Piura. So while I continue to work that out, I thought I would reflect on the concept of faith.
Today is our last day in Piura. I am handling this fact with the same grace (or lack thereof) that I have in trips past. Last night after a dinner out with some of our favorite friends and staff, I found myself in search for a quiet yet familiar place to do some soul searching, which is how I wound up sitting in a dark corner in the back of the church at 11 PM. Now you might expect, as I did, that at 11 PM on a Friday night, a church would be deserted. Alas, you would be sorely mistaken, but in the best possible way.
When I came downstairs, I was pleasantly surprised to run into my friend Renzo, a 19 year old parish volunteer who serves Mass and oversees the activities of the parish every night until 10 PM. Not only was Renzo still at the compound with his friends Pedro and Wilder, about 10 members of the staff were also still hanging out—catching up, joking, occasionally popping into the chapel with their spouses or children. (I think I have sufficiently waxed poetic about the profound respect and love I hold for the staff here at Santisimo Sacramento. They are among the kindest, most selfless and generous people that I have ever had the good fortune to know, and to know again after 6 and 7 years). After saying hello to the staff and wishing them a good night, I proceeded to the completely not-empty church, where I was blown away by the number of people attempting to do the same as me: find comfort, context and courage. Only one door is left open at nighttime, so I was treated to a constant procession of individuals, pairs and families walking past me to pray—a stream of faithful that never slowed until it was time for me to go to bed.
If faith is defined as a complete trust or confidence in a higher power, the faith of the Peruvian people with whom we have interacted is all encompassing, awe-inspiring and the perfect anecdote to my own anger and questioning.
I may not always understand the plan that God has for me, my family, my Peruvian friends-- new and old-- but I can believe that in our trust in God, we can be lifted up ("Alabanza"-- another song from "In the Heights"-- seriously, listen) and find that which we most seek: paciencia y fe.
Thursday, June 23, 2016
#Tangry (Tired and angry)
How is Ken coping?
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