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February-March
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I apologize for being so slack with my blog duties. No excuses, but I have been having to do a lot of college business whenever I get the chance to be online.
Another month and a half have gone by in beautiful Cape Town. It has definitely been the hottest, the last few days being in the high 90’s, low 100’s. It’s quite a feat to survive these temperatures without a/c, and in my case, without even a fan; truly agonizing to the point of near insanity. And you can never emphasize the brutality of the wind enough. It really is like being in North Carolina during a bad hurricane. So much so that it destroyed the Prince’s backyard patio, lifting up the large wooden poles from the ground. But other than the irritating weather, God is continuing to show me His love for me in everyday life.
March 1st marked the half-way point of my stay in South Africa. It was a good place for me to reflect a bit on life here, and everything which that encompasses. More than anything, it made me realize how incredibly long of a time 9 months is. It’s like a whole year of my life. A seriously long period of time, something which I had thought of before coming, but not really grasping the idea fully. Anyways, I’ll be back home on July 6th, only after enjoying some of the World Cup, to which, by the way, I will get to go to 3 games.
Since I’ve been so undisciplined about keeping up with this thing with any sort of time structure, I can’t really remember the order in which certain things have occurred. That said, I’m going to talk about some of the highlights of the month of February and early March.
Perhaps one of the most memorable experiences thus far was getting to hike up Table Mountain. One of the best things to do while in Cape Town, this hike was made much better by us being able to bring along 4 of the boys with whom we work. Ocean View (the township where we live) is on the Southern Peninsula of Cape Town. So to actually get to the main part of Cape Town, one must drive over another mountain just 10 minutes away from Ocean View. Two of the boys who went with us had never been over this mountain, so seeing their faces as this whole new world opened up was quite rewarding in of itself. Anyways, the hike is definitely a challenge, a harsh 2 ½ hours of steep rocky steps. It being the hottest day of the year didn’t do much to help either. Though we started at around 7:30, the heat’s harshness was inescapable. Our water supplies never seemed like enough, especially for some of the boys who have yet to learn the concept of pace. However exhausting the climb may have been, few things are as gratifying as finally reaching the top of a mountain. Unfortunately, pictures are the best I can do, though never sufficient to really make you understand what it’s like to be there yourself. God must have smiled when he pictured people at the top of Table Mountain. It’s quite breathtaking.
On a not so jolly note, I had a scooter/motorcycle accident about a month and a half ago. As in a lot of third-world countries, dogs roam the streets as if it was theirs. Most of them aren’t huge scooter fans, and will often run along as you drive, barking and bickering as they go. However annoying they are, most don’t do much other than run beside you. But as I turned onto my street, one of the dogs ran right across my path, causing me and my bike to fly in complete opposite ways. Perhaps even more annoying was that while I was on the ground, the dog, still alive, continued to bark at me as if I had caused it a disturbance. I have never been much of a dog fan, so this situation was not a good one for me. More than pain, I was in extreme hate and anger. And I couldn’t really forgive the animal too easily as it has no soul and the boundaries of my mercy do not include dogs. Fortunately, the stupid dog is now deathly fearful of me. I sincerely believe I would have killed it if it had crossed my path anytime soon after the incident. Anyway, I’m obviously in good health despite a few scars and some broken parts on my bike.
On February 27th I also got to attend one of my best South African friends’ wedding. Despite the inconsiderate tornado like wind, and the sermon given during it, the beach wedding was quite delightful. It was a great cultural experience and I got to enjoy some delicious food.
I should also tell you that I am playing for a team now as well (soccer team.) I am the only ‘white’ person on the team and am really enjoying it. Most of the guys are former professional or semi-professional players so the level is really quite high, which also means that I am staying in good shape and getting to know a lot of unnecessary Afrikaans. We practice a couple times a week, and play every weekend. It’s great.
The first week of March, Casey and I got to attend a TREC Coaching course. TREC stands for “Training, Resourcing, and Equipping Coaches.” It was a basic level coaching course that involves important concepts of ministry into soccer coaching. Though going over some of the soccer concepts which you are taught when you are 5 years old could be a bit tedious, it was great to get to see the factors of working with kids that transcend the sport itself. I’m excited about bringing some of those concepts into our work with Ubuntu.
On March 15th, the Cape Town Argus Cycling race took place. It’s a 109 km ridiculous race over an insane amount of mountains. But I supposed if that’s your thing then that’s just who you are. 38,000 people took place in it and part of the path took them right by Ocean View. So from 7 AM till around 4:30 PM, a constant typhoon of bikers rode by Ocean View, creating a big community event with food and music to cheer on the tired bikers, one of them being Casey. Another one, the one I really cared about, being Lance Armstrong. So I woke up at 6:30, got dressed and went down to one of the main curves on which they would be turning. At 7:12, I got to see Lance riding down, just 10 feet away from me. I was pretty excited.
I think those are most of the main events that I wanted to talk about, although I’m sure I’ve missed quite a few. But being here, and just going through a natural maturity process regardless of where I’m living, I am continuing to learn new things. One of the things which God has pressed on my heart is the power of prayer. I find it incredible how real God is and how much He wants to show us His love. When we pray with an open, humble, Christ-centered heart, our Father hears us. When we are open and accepting of His will, God hears our requests. Now, I am completely against the theory of prosperity and I think it’s blasphemous, so that’s not what I’m talking about. But the Word says “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.” It’s such a beautiful thing to know that no matter what, there is ALWAYS someone who loves you in unimaginable ways listening to the needs of your heart. My prayer over the past few months as I look ahead into my future is that I will be able to do my Father’s will. I pray that the opportunities will open up for His will to be done with my life, and that if I am not to understand it, that at least I will be granted the courage, will, opportunities, love, and support to follow Him where He leads me.
Not wanting to be redundant, I have to thank you for your love, support, and prayers. A day does not go by where I do not think of the people who have helped my time here be a ‘success’. Please continue to pray for me and God’s work through me. That I may be efficient in bringing Christ to the people with whom I interact, and that through His grace and power, South Africa will be a nation renewed. The African continent is in deep suffering; it is only through the name of Jesus Christ that it can be healed and restored. Please keep Africa in your prayers, especially the generations of its future.
I hope and pray that all is well at home. Wherever you are, if you are reading this, you are my home.
Love,
Andy
Categories: Andy Chenlo - Life in South Africa
Integrated, Neighborhood Schools; possible?
I just realized that one of my favorite authors, Jane Jacobs, in her book, "The Death and Birth of Great American Cities", stated that the one of the biggest obstacles to affordable, integrated, housing and integrated cities is the combination of zoning laws and neighborhood covenants. I would add to this Socialized Parking supported by Parking Requirements.
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Categories: Joe Johnston - Whose Land is it Anyway?
Integrated Schools or Neighborhood Schools?
There has been a great deal of discussion in our county on whether the Wake County should abandon the program that buses children from their neighborhoods to schools in other neighborhoods in order to maintain balance of children from more well-to-do families and those from less well-to-do families.
I believe that it is possible to work for Integrated Neighborhood schools. That would imply that we have neighborhoods that are integrated economically. So the question is: what is it that keeps neighborhoods segregated economically? One of the factors is zoning and neighborhood covenants. Many of these mandate that only certain lot sizes or certain house sizes and that houses and business be built with parking privileges attached to them.
Things that need to be discussed are:
What is the purpose of zoning?
Why is it necessary?
Who is in favor of it?
Does it shut out the working poor from living in much of the city/county?
Does it, in effect, segregate?
I believe that it is possible to work for Integrated Neighborhood schools. That would imply that we have neighborhoods that are integrated economically. So the question is: what is it that keeps neighborhoods segregated economically? One of the factors is zoning and neighborhood covenants. Many of these mandate that only certain lot sizes or certain house sizes and that houses and business be built with parking privileges attached to them.
Things that need to be discussed are:
What is the purpose of zoning?
Why is it necessary?
Who is in favor of it?
Does it shut out the working poor from living in much of the city/county?
Does it, in effect, segregate?
Categories: Joe Johnston - Whose Land is it Anyway?
Holidays and such
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I didn’t think I could stretch the gap between two blogs more than the previous two, but apparently I can. Way too much has happened since my last entry. I will try to briefly tell some of the things which I have done and been doing.
Firstly, Cape Town has so clearly and effectively became a home away from home. I have grown to love this place and its people immensely. Every day is a clear demonstration of God’s great love towards me and I am grateful beyond words for where He has lead me. I did write a ‘newsletter’ of sort for my church so I’m just going to copy some of that on here and then tell you a bit more
Two and a half months have gone by since I first landed at Cape Town International Airport. Though I haven’t been as disciplined about my blog duties as I should have been, I hope you may have been able to follow some of my experiences and their due reflections throughout these first essential weeks. They have been an incredible time of appreciation towards the bountiful amount of blessings which God has bestowed upon me. A time of constant reflection reflected through action. In other words, a time where the lessons I learn are not just being kept within me, but represented in the love which I wish to show others in my daily life.
I want to give you a little idea of where I am today. I am continuing to live in Ocean View, located in the Southern Peninsula of Cape Town. It is a vibrant Coloured township which few to no foreigners take chances to live in (I believe the Princes are one of two white families.) It has a large Muslim population; I’ve heard 40% of the 40,000 people living here. Its negative reputation doesn’t do the positives justice. Despite, and perhaps because of the insecurity and high crime rate, there is an incredible feeling of community and communal protection. Everyone knows everyone and their business and news spreads quite quickly. Neighbors keep an eye out for each other’s well being. This concept has been made clear to me in a few occasions. On one of them, I had left my scooter parked outside, thinking my family would be back at about 7 PM, before we move it in the house at nightfall. I was going to be gone until late that evening but knew that my family would keep an out to make sure no one got too curious towards the bike. As it turns out, my family didn’t get back until 11 PM. Seeing that nobody was home, my neighbor across the street kept a nervous eye on the scooter. After half an hour of this, he decided it would be best if he moved the bike into his own house, just to assure the 5 guys wandering up the street at the time wouldn’t proceed past their prying looks. As soon as my family pulled in, he hastily made his way over to explain the situation. Though I’ll never be able to tell if it really needed to be taken away into his home, it was a great opportunity for me to really appreciate the community in which I lived.
Casey and Sarah Prince live just a few blocks away, making it quite comfortable for me to pop in whenever I need. Their yard continues to be a safe haven for Ocean View’s children. Whether they show up to play soccer, ride their bikes, or just hang out, it is a great opportunity for us to show them the love of Jesus Christ. I find it incredible and worrisome that they are allowed to wander around all day, implying a lack of family structure in their lives. While we will never be able to fully supplement the absence of their parents, hopefully our presence may give them a sense of self worth.
Though simply spending time with the children has been a great form of ministry and relationship building, our official Ubuntu Sports Outreach clinics have been greatly successful as well. The first ones were held at the beginning of December, the last week of school. Because we are in Africa, children spent the last two weeks of school doing absolutely nothing. When Casey and I showed up to let them know that we wanted to play soccer with the kids, the principals and teachers were eager and excited that we would be giving their students something productive to do. The clinics took place in four different primary schools. Two, Marine and Kleinberg, are in Ocean View, a few blocks from my house. Another, in Masipuhmelele, the Black township just 5 minutes down the road. The last clinic took place in Simon’s Town, the white Navy town just around the Peninsula. In the smallest clinic, only 8 kids showed up; in the largest, 40 or so kids made their way down to play with us. While we would love to reach out to a great number of kids, it can be really hard to handle that many 9 to 13 year olds. All the same, the clinics were greatly successful and seemed to effectively let kids know what we were all about.
While I am not playing soccer with the kids, with Ubuntu or not, I have been working a bit with Living Hope, the large AIDS organization in the Southern Peninsula. There, I go to Kid’s club in Capricorn, a mixed township where many refugees have made their home. I spend about 2 hours playing with these amazing kids, most of them aged 4 to 11. It is an incredibly rewarding experience to able to love these kids to whom affection is rarely shown. While at club they are also fed, as that is often the only meal they receive for the day.
As part of being here, I inevitably go through the process of knowing myself. The thing which I have found out, however, is that the only way of truly knowing yourself is doing so through others. This is the basic idea of the word Ubuntu. The concept explains that everyone is interconnected, that everyone’s well being is directly correlated with the well being of others. During Apartheid, Desmond Tutu explained that the dehumanization of the victims was equally as dehumanizing toward the perpetrators. When the White police treated the Blacks like animals, they themselves became animal-like. Through a translation into my life, I have found that the love and goodness that I show others is the love that Jesus Christ shows me. My devotion to others is what makes me a follower of His. It is a concept which may make more sense in my head than I am capable of verbally explaining.
Through the last three months I have also discovered that I find myself relating more to those older than me than to people my age. It may be because I rarely get to be with people my age or because most of my friends are in their mid twenties. This has made the thought of going back home and going to college a bit of a challenge.
That was some of my newsletter. I figured I should tell you a bit about the awesome places I’ve visited as well.
I think it was between Christmas and New Years that I visited Boulder’s Beach. This place is a magnificent one not just because of its stunning view; it is also the home of many African Penguins, formerly known as Jackass Penguins. They are the best combination of goofy and cute in any living creature. I think most of you have a general idea of how penguins walk. This, and the way the jump in and out of the water, made for a humorous excursion. The best part of visiting the penguins was when me, and the two friends I was with, took a nap among their home. Lying on a giant boulder with one of the most amazing views of the Ocean, quietly listening to my iPod’s speakers, and watching the penguins walk two feet in front of me as if I wasn’t there, all the while dozing in and out of sleep, was an overwhelmingly great experience.
There are times like these, or like when I see myself driving a manual scooter on the wrong side of the road, which simply make me smile. The scooter part mainly makes me laugh, but seeing where I am today brings me great happiness. With this happiness also comes an overwhelming feeling of thankfulness towards my Heavenly Father.
I also saw baboons for my first time. On our way to Cape Point, 20 or so of them were hanging out by the road. They’re angry, funny looking creatures. However, they are also some of the smartest animals in the world. The stories you hear about them are incredible. If you throw something at them, they throw it back. When breaking into a house, they will send the smallest one through a small open window so that he then opens the big window for the rest to come in. If you’re in a car taking pictures of them with an open window, one will distract you to take pictures while another sneaks in on the other side of the car where no one is looking. They’ll go through your backpack and steal all your food while leaving everything else behind. To me it’s quite humorous, but they are obviously quite dangerous as well.
Staying on the topic of dangerous animals, there was a shark attack last week in the beach that I go to just 10 minutes away. A Great White, the size of a mini bus, or about 20 ft long, devoured a 30-some year old Zimbabwean. I think that’s the only attack since I’ve been here, but the shark flag has gone up 3 different times while I’ve been at the beach. They try to keep this information from the public, but apparently there are around 30 of them in the area. The father of the house where I live works in the Navy, who is responsible for keeping track of everything going on underwater.
During the holidays I also got to visit Cape Point and the Cape of Good Hope. The views from the top of the mountain there are simply breathtaking. Cape Point is the southernmost tip of Africa. The Cape of Good Hope is the peninsula that all the European explorers had to sail around when trading with India. As a history lover, I couldn’t believe that I got to be there.
This past Saturday I got to go to the first ever game played in Green Point Stadium (the World Cup venue in Cape Town). While the soccer was terrible, it was an awesome and exciting time. Being in a World Cup is going to be the single most exhilarating, purely joyful things that I ever do. If you can’t tell, I’m pretty pumped about it.
I’ve done a lot more touristy stuff but my brain is worn out so I’m just going to tell you about things that actually matter.
The holidays were the hardest time for me so far. Christmas and the weeks preceding it were the first time that I truly missed home. Every once in a while I get to missing Raleigh, but the holidays were more consistently home sick times. I spent Christmas morning at Church and then with the Princes eating at some friend’s house here in Ocean View. I did really enjoy New Years though. One of the churches that I attend the most and where a lot of good friends are, holds a New Year’s service every year. While it may sound like a strange concept to us at home, I thought it was an awesome idea. You are receiving the New Year in the House of our Father with people whom you love. It would be pretty cool if churches in the U.S caught on to this tradition.
Please continue to pray for me as I hit the three month mark. I have just over 5 months to spend here and it really is going to be terribly hard to leave. While I am excited about getting home and seeing everybody, I realize how hard it will be to be back in Raleigh and leave everything in Cape Town behind. Through the power of prayer, I have made Cape Town my home away from home. It will undoubtedly be hard for me to leave the friendships, my home, the kids, and the city itself.
Please pray for the youth of South Africa, that they may get to know Christ in a very real and personal way. That this year, such a huge year for the country, will be one where the love of Jesus is revealed to the children that Ubuntu is working with. Pray that our work here may be efficient and broad; that we may be able to represent the love which is shown to us every day. Even though this is closer to you than me, please pray for the people of Haiti. That hearing the stories will break our hearts as it does God’s.
I love you all very much and miss you and hope that you don’t freeze during these cold minds.
Love,
Andy
Categories: Andy Chenlo - Life in South Africa
November 18th-December 15th
It has now been closer to a month than a week since my last blog. My internet usage is quite restricted as it is dependent on my own transportation which for the past few weeks had been non-existent; I just bought a scooter but have yet to buy a helmet. But a lot has happened since my last post so I’m going to try to summarize and be brief. That’s always a challenge so please bear with me.
I have now gone to the beach a few times. My first time was with my family when we went for 4 hours to an incredible tidal pool 5 minutes away from the house. The water was brought in over the walls by the crashing waves of the freezing Atlantic Ocean. It’s incredible to be laying in this beautiful clear water completely surrounded by mountains and ocean on a perfect day. Really sacrificing myself to be here.
The second time I was at the beach was with the Living Hope volunteers. Again the water was as close to freezing as it can be without becoming ice, quite literally intolerable. But it was a lot of fun. Second time we went surfing to a nearby beach which is supposed to be the surf capital of world, which sounds a lot more intimidating than it seemed to me. It just means that the 90% of the people who live there do so for the surfing.
A few Saturdays ago I also got to go “caving” with Casey and Matt Berry. Not really knowing what I was agreeing to go to, I went along. After about an hour and a half worth of hiking, half of which was spent figuring out where on the mountain we were, we delved into a giant crevice on the side of one of Cape Town’s many mountains. We went through and found ourselves on the other side of this giant natural structure of rock and dirt. It was a lot of fun.
The Prince’s yard continues to be a community center for the kids of Ocean View. It was expanded to more than just soccer which can be both good and bad. We often need to kick out the teenagers who for some reason think it’s ok to smoke a hookah in someone’s backyard. Casey also had to speak to the guys who smoke marijuana right on the outside of the yards cement wall. Things like this, along with inevitable but infrequent fights between the kids, can make everything quite exhausting.
I’m not going to talk much about it because it is still a bit fresh on my heart and my reflection on it will likely be kept within my family, but my Grandma passed away on Saturday the 28th. It’s hard for me to think of her as dead so instead I like to think that she just got a promotion. I, as well as my family, am a direct reflection of who she was. There was concern for me during this time as I was away from the comfort of mourning with my family. My family, nuclear and extended, figured that I may be having a very hard time due to the fact that I was here by myself, without anyone to share my pain. But as horribly sad as I was, I realized that at no moment I had felt alone. I have come to form such a personal and REAL relationship with God that I genuinely felt the presence of my Father with me during this time. My biological family may have been thousands of miles away, but my Father and Creator was right there with me, suffering as I did over the temporary loss of an AMAZING woman. I’m never alone. He will always be by my side. There is a song in Peter Pan that says: “Me and my shadow, my shadow and me. We’re always together, as close as can be.” This is a bit how I feel about my relationship with my Father.
This past week we also got to go to the World Cup draw festival. I don’t know if it’s worth trying to tell you how incredible it is to be here during these preparatory months before the World Cup. If you’re reading this then you know how IN-LOVE I am with soccer. I would say it’s like a child in Disney World for the first time but that isn’t anywhere near as exciting as the festival and events like it. There were around 150,000 people lining Long Street and the streets that intersect it. There were Germans, Koreans, Brazilians, Dutch, Argentines, Nigerians, Americans, Scots (not sure why considering they dint even qualify), South Africans, and every other nationality you can imagine; which also made for a lot of beautiful girls. There was an incredibly healthy blend of nationalistic pride and global community in accordance with the festivities that should accompany such an event. I kept getting goose bumps as I walked through the crowds. It’s just one of those moments in your life where you are happy beyond your mind.
On December 2nd through the 6th I attended a conference at the University of Cape Town with Sarah Prince. Its aim was to bring together some of the most prominent scholars on the topic of Restorative Justice and Psychological Trauma in post-conflict societies to discuss different approaches which they found successful in help healing those affected by trauma. The topics were absolutely fascinating to me. Some of the sessions I attended included “The Silent Narrative of Violence – The Transgenerational impact of Violence on Children in South Africa Today,” ”Are any actions unforgivable,” “Speaking at the Limits of the Human: Witnessing ‘The Greatest Silence, Rape in the Congo,” and “Transgenerational Transmission of Holocaust Survivor Process of Dialogue between a Holocaust Survivor and his Descendents through Three Generations.” The other topics were related to the Holocaust, the genocide in Rwanda, violence in Northern Ireland, Xenophobia violence South Africa, the Romanian genocide, and the Chivu Conflict. While these topics may not be that interesting to everybody, it was fascinating (and disturbing) to get to listen to the narratives of the people affected by these atrocities and to hear the research been done by in these societies.
To hear some of the stories that took place during the different genocides and how the survivors must now live along their perpetrators is surreal. You literally cannot believe that humans are capable of such inhumanity. It was all the more real when you had survivors themselves, just 5 feet away, sharing their story. Babies being decapitated by child soldiers and thrown into the trash right in front of their mothers, seeing your family burned alive by your next door neighbor, having your lips and ears cut off by the man you used to buy bread from. You wouldn’t believe the things people did. As hopeless as hearing all this for a week can be, it also affirmed my belief that there are some situations out of which nothing can get you other than the promise of Jesus Christ. It is impossible to forgive your family’s murderers by your own human capacity for compassion. In these circumstances, nothing can give you the strength to forgive except the empowerment of love that Jesus’ gave us.
During the conference I also got to meet one of the men who I truly admire the most. The most exciting part of the whole week was meeting Desmond Tutu, twice. He first spoke on the second day of the conference and was presented with an award on the fourth day. The first time he was there was to have a ‘roundtable discussion’ where he would answer a question from 6 distinguished scholars who were attending the conference. Listening to their questions was SO annoying. Instead of asking the damn questions, these idiots babbled for like 5 minutes about themselves and the work they were doing, trying to impress someone who they were inevitably impressed with. But through his humor and simple manner, Desmond dismissed the fanciness and answered the questions as a true man of God. The night before, Sarah had asked the speaker, who recollected narratives from Rwanda survivors, about the importance of faith in the process of reconciliation. His answer was so sad as he spoke about the Church’s hypocrisy and how it had no room to talk after being on the wrong side of so much violence. Hearing Desmond speak so unashamedly as a pawn in God’s Kingdom was so refreshing and encouraging. He really is an incredible man.
On a lighter subject, Ubuntu had its first clinics this week. School ended last Friday, and since school is a joke in South Africa, especially in Ocean View, the kids were literally doing nothing when they attended. Attendance was 25% for the last two weeks and the ones who did attend just ran around the yard and did whatever they wanted. That said, it was a great accomplishment to get a good amount of 5th and 6th grade boys to show up to play soccer with us. Casey wrote more about it on the Ubuntu blog (www.ubuntusports.org) if you would like to find out more about it. Basically, it was successful in getting our name out there and letting the kids know who we are. The clinic included some fun drills and games along with a 10 minute period where we got to speak to the kids about a particular character trait as it relates to Christ; this is the basic structure for all Ubuntu events. This week we spoke about confidence and self-worth and how our true feelings of worth coming from being children of God. I would say that between the three, there was an average of 20-25 kids in each. We’ll have another clinic with the same kids during the first week of January, before school starts.
I’m getting tired of writing so I’ll tell you the rest very briefly.
I got a scooter on Saturday. It is manual and it drives very well. It will be very nice to depend on myself for transportation.
I think I’m going to Robben Island this Saturday. As someone who respects and admires Nelson Mandela so much so as to call him a role model, I am very excited.
I find out if I got in to NC State tomorrow. I am curious and excited to find out what happens, but at the same time, I am having a really hard time thinking about going back and hearing about the ‘problems’ people at home may face. I have another 7 months here but I am already preparing mentally for the impact that I will face when I have to go back.
Thank you so much for reading this. I would think it’s quite exhausting and even boring to read but it is encouraging to know that you are interested in what God is doing in other parts of the world. I know I need to make these things shorter but it is a big challenge for me.
Please continue to pray for me and all of the people here. Pray that Ubuntu’s injection into our community may be well accepted and successful. Our success is just another brick in building God’s Kingdom. I will be praying for everyone at home, that we may realize how blessed we are and how much responsibility comes with the empowerment of God’s blessings on us. I encourage you to not be a half-ass Christian but to be a TRUE follower of Christ in all ways, despite our failures and shortcomings.
My email is andychenlo@hotmail.com in case you would like to have it. I would enjoy hearing how you are doing back home. Please understand that my internet access is very limited.
Love,
Andy
I have now gone to the beach a few times. My first time was with my family when we went for 4 hours to an incredible tidal pool 5 minutes away from the house. The water was brought in over the walls by the crashing waves of the freezing Atlantic Ocean. It’s incredible to be laying in this beautiful clear water completely surrounded by mountains and ocean on a perfect day. Really sacrificing myself to be here.
The second time I was at the beach was with the Living Hope volunteers. Again the water was as close to freezing as it can be without becoming ice, quite literally intolerable. But it was a lot of fun. Second time we went surfing to a nearby beach which is supposed to be the surf capital of world, which sounds a lot more intimidating than it seemed to me. It just means that the 90% of the people who live there do so for the surfing.
A few Saturdays ago I also got to go “caving” with Casey and Matt Berry. Not really knowing what I was agreeing to go to, I went along. After about an hour and a half worth of hiking, half of which was spent figuring out where on the mountain we were, we delved into a giant crevice on the side of one of Cape Town’s many mountains. We went through and found ourselves on the other side of this giant natural structure of rock and dirt. It was a lot of fun.
The Prince’s yard continues to be a community center for the kids of Ocean View. It was expanded to more than just soccer which can be both good and bad. We often need to kick out the teenagers who for some reason think it’s ok to smoke a hookah in someone’s backyard. Casey also had to speak to the guys who smoke marijuana right on the outside of the yards cement wall. Things like this, along with inevitable but infrequent fights between the kids, can make everything quite exhausting.
I’m not going to talk much about it because it is still a bit fresh on my heart and my reflection on it will likely be kept within my family, but my Grandma passed away on Saturday the 28th. It’s hard for me to think of her as dead so instead I like to think that she just got a promotion. I, as well as my family, am a direct reflection of who she was. There was concern for me during this time as I was away from the comfort of mourning with my family. My family, nuclear and extended, figured that I may be having a very hard time due to the fact that I was here by myself, without anyone to share my pain. But as horribly sad as I was, I realized that at no moment I had felt alone. I have come to form such a personal and REAL relationship with God that I genuinely felt the presence of my Father with me during this time. My biological family may have been thousands of miles away, but my Father and Creator was right there with me, suffering as I did over the temporary loss of an AMAZING woman. I’m never alone. He will always be by my side. There is a song in Peter Pan that says: “Me and my shadow, my shadow and me. We’re always together, as close as can be.” This is a bit how I feel about my relationship with my Father.
This past week we also got to go to the World Cup draw festival. I don’t know if it’s worth trying to tell you how incredible it is to be here during these preparatory months before the World Cup. If you’re reading this then you know how IN-LOVE I am with soccer. I would say it’s like a child in Disney World for the first time but that isn’t anywhere near as exciting as the festival and events like it. There were around 150,000 people lining Long Street and the streets that intersect it. There were Germans, Koreans, Brazilians, Dutch, Argentines, Nigerians, Americans, Scots (not sure why considering they dint even qualify), South Africans, and every other nationality you can imagine; which also made for a lot of beautiful girls. There was an incredibly healthy blend of nationalistic pride and global community in accordance with the festivities that should accompany such an event. I kept getting goose bumps as I walked through the crowds. It’s just one of those moments in your life where you are happy beyond your mind.
On December 2nd through the 6th I attended a conference at the University of Cape Town with Sarah Prince. Its aim was to bring together some of the most prominent scholars on the topic of Restorative Justice and Psychological Trauma in post-conflict societies to discuss different approaches which they found successful in help healing those affected by trauma. The topics were absolutely fascinating to me. Some of the sessions I attended included “The Silent Narrative of Violence – The Transgenerational impact of Violence on Children in South Africa Today,” ”Are any actions unforgivable,” “Speaking at the Limits of the Human: Witnessing ‘The Greatest Silence, Rape in the Congo,” and “Transgenerational Transmission of Holocaust Survivor Process of Dialogue between a Holocaust Survivor and his Descendents through Three Generations.” The other topics were related to the Holocaust, the genocide in Rwanda, violence in Northern Ireland, Xenophobia violence South Africa, the Romanian genocide, and the Chivu Conflict. While these topics may not be that interesting to everybody, it was fascinating (and disturbing) to get to listen to the narratives of the people affected by these atrocities and to hear the research been done by in these societies.
To hear some of the stories that took place during the different genocides and how the survivors must now live along their perpetrators is surreal. You literally cannot believe that humans are capable of such inhumanity. It was all the more real when you had survivors themselves, just 5 feet away, sharing their story. Babies being decapitated by child soldiers and thrown into the trash right in front of their mothers, seeing your family burned alive by your next door neighbor, having your lips and ears cut off by the man you used to buy bread from. You wouldn’t believe the things people did. As hopeless as hearing all this for a week can be, it also affirmed my belief that there are some situations out of which nothing can get you other than the promise of Jesus Christ. It is impossible to forgive your family’s murderers by your own human capacity for compassion. In these circumstances, nothing can give you the strength to forgive except the empowerment of love that Jesus’ gave us.
During the conference I also got to meet one of the men who I truly admire the most. The most exciting part of the whole week was meeting Desmond Tutu, twice. He first spoke on the second day of the conference and was presented with an award on the fourth day. The first time he was there was to have a ‘roundtable discussion’ where he would answer a question from 6 distinguished scholars who were attending the conference. Listening to their questions was SO annoying. Instead of asking the damn questions, these idiots babbled for like 5 minutes about themselves and the work they were doing, trying to impress someone who they were inevitably impressed with. But through his humor and simple manner, Desmond dismissed the fanciness and answered the questions as a true man of God. The night before, Sarah had asked the speaker, who recollected narratives from Rwanda survivors, about the importance of faith in the process of reconciliation. His answer was so sad as he spoke about the Church’s hypocrisy and how it had no room to talk after being on the wrong side of so much violence. Hearing Desmond speak so unashamedly as a pawn in God’s Kingdom was so refreshing and encouraging. He really is an incredible man.
On a lighter subject, Ubuntu had its first clinics this week. School ended last Friday, and since school is a joke in South Africa, especially in Ocean View, the kids were literally doing nothing when they attended. Attendance was 25% for the last two weeks and the ones who did attend just ran around the yard and did whatever they wanted. That said, it was a great accomplishment to get a good amount of 5th and 6th grade boys to show up to play soccer with us. Casey wrote more about it on the Ubuntu blog (www.ubuntusports.org) if you would like to find out more about it. Basically, it was successful in getting our name out there and letting the kids know who we are. The clinic included some fun drills and games along with a 10 minute period where we got to speak to the kids about a particular character trait as it relates to Christ; this is the basic structure for all Ubuntu events. This week we spoke about confidence and self-worth and how our true feelings of worth coming from being children of God. I would say that between the three, there was an average of 20-25 kids in each. We’ll have another clinic with the same kids during the first week of January, before school starts.
I’m getting tired of writing so I’ll tell you the rest very briefly.
I got a scooter on Saturday. It is manual and it drives very well. It will be very nice to depend on myself for transportation.
I think I’m going to Robben Island this Saturday. As someone who respects and admires Nelson Mandela so much so as to call him a role model, I am very excited.
I find out if I got in to NC State tomorrow. I am curious and excited to find out what happens, but at the same time, I am having a really hard time thinking about going back and hearing about the ‘problems’ people at home may face. I have another 7 months here but I am already preparing mentally for the impact that I will face when I have to go back.
Thank you so much for reading this. I would think it’s quite exhausting and even boring to read but it is encouraging to know that you are interested in what God is doing in other parts of the world. I know I need to make these things shorter but it is a big challenge for me.
Please continue to pray for me and all of the people here. Pray that Ubuntu’s injection into our community may be well accepted and successful. Our success is just another brick in building God’s Kingdom. I will be praying for everyone at home, that we may realize how blessed we are and how much responsibility comes with the empowerment of God’s blessings on us. I encourage you to not be a half-ass Christian but to be a TRUE follower of Christ in all ways, despite our failures and shortcomings.
My email is andychenlo@hotmail.com in case you would like to have it. I would enjoy hearing how you are doing back home. Please understand that my internet access is very limited.
Love,
Andy
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Something about all-nighters...
... makes me feel invincible. It's true. Even though I swear I'm not going to do one, I find that not much tops the feeling of that beautifully crafted 15-pager staring back at me in the sweet morning light. It's a time when my paradoxical traits of procrastination and perfectionism combine to form my little typing frenzy.
As I finish my final paper for my Gender and Popular Culture class, I find that it has been an incredibly enlightening and challenging experience. My first reaction was, "Oh God, get me the hell out of this class," but I stayed for some reason and I'm so glad I did. I read some incredible work and really got the chance to explore the realms of feminism, liberation theology, and ecofeminism. I discovered a rich body of work that is just as important as the systematic theology we study at the divinity school. If you are interested at all, or just want to know why I've gone crazy, check out some of the reading I suggested below. Some of it is a bit dry at first, but it's really fascinating.
My favorite book of the semester is Fall to Violence by Marjorie Hewitt Suchocki. She does an incredible job of re-imagining original sin and the way we look at sin in our daily lives. She bases her work on strong academic study and is not afraid to challenge some of the longstanding arguments of Neibuhr and Augustine. Other books worth checking out are Integrating Ecofeminism, Globalization, and World Religions by Rosemary Radford Ruether. This work is chock full of great economic analysis and has a nifty chapter breaking down the top 8 world religions and their views on ecological sustainability and human/creation relationships. Finally, Feminism and the Mastery of Nature by Val Plumwood is a great introduction in the the philosophical arguments of Plato and Descartes and the dangers of dualism in our thought.
I know that I will need to reflect and revisit my work this semester many times to fully grasp the importance and process of ecofeminism, but I am convinced it has invaluable opportunities to help everyone, not only women or environmentalists, better understand our relationship with the created order and with one another.
Well, I'm off to buy myself some well-deserved breakfast! Only one final paper left!
Peace,
Jodi
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Yes, I'm still here
Obviously (thought my lack of blog entries would lead you to believe otherwise) I did make it back from El Salvador in one piece. It's hard to believe I only have 3 more weeks of classes. This semester has flown by even more quickly than it's predecessors. In many ways I have felt things change. Some have been very abrupt alterations, while others have moved a long at a glacial speed. All that being said, this is semester of many new things.
Yesterday I met with my advisor for the last time to discuss my final list of courses. Good news , folks! I'm on target to graduate in May!
Wait, graduate!?
Oh dear Lord, what is happening? Am I really ready for this? Of course not. I find myself plagued with many of the doubts, fears, and insecurities that have accompanied me thus far on the journey. I've learned that some of them never go away. The same goes for all of those bad qualities like procrastination, being passive- aggressive, conflict avoidance. My experiences over the last year and half have taught me a lot. I have learned that all of these things are a part of who I am, and sometimes for good reason. But rather than hating myself when they rear their ugly heads, I have been trying to approach them with a healthy level of curiosity. I know, I know, it sounds all fluffy and touchy-feely. But in reality, it has helped me discover a lot about how I end up in situations that are less than stellar. Being able to recognize when I am starting to go down that path is quite helpful in turning myself around, or simply acknowledging what is going on and seeing how I can avoid falling back into bad habits. Let me give an example.
Ordination. This word is fraught with many emotions for me. I am excited, frustrated, angry, fearful, confident, and joyful. As many of you know, I have been journeying through this process over the last few years. As a Methodist, there are a lot of hoops to jump through. Plain and simple. The committees that interview candidates want to make sure that people are truly committed and called to such a vocation. And this process has been a steep learning curve.
Enter Jodi. One of my less stellar qualities is my lack of assertiveness. I hate having to sell myself. I like to let my actions (or resume) speak for itself. I'd much rather have several letters of recommendation than have to explain why I'm going to be an awesome pastor, etc. (In my own twisted way, I think I might be striving for some sick for of humility. More on this in another post, but Augustine's view of the sin of pride....not so much for the southern ladies. We need to insert some feminist theology here to truly understand that ours in a sin of hiding)
But I digress. Over the past year, I have felt myself slipping through the cracks in the system, but done relatively little to correct it. I felt like I was taking care of my responsibilities by being a student and completing my course requirements. The least the district office could do was their job and keep me in the loop. We also had a lot of turnover in our office, so that made things more frustrating, having to introduce myself to a new district superintendent each year. There was a lot of phone tag. I would go months without hearing anything. I argued to myself that I had fulfilled my requirements and they would contact me when then needed something else. Fast forward to Nov. 1, 2009. All these months of sitting back and waiting, not being proactive and assertive, and hoping that things would work out, have led me to a disappointing turn of events to say the least. In order to be eligible for an appointment this June after I graduate, I need to be certified as a candidate for ordained ministry by the district committee in January. To be ready for this meeting, I need to be assigned a mentor and work through what is called the Candidacy Guidebook. This usually takes a number of months, depending on how often you meet with you mentor. Now, I've been requesting a mentor for well over a year now, and there have been various reasons for why I haven't received one. At first, there was a slew of paperwork that needed to be filled out, then I had to meet with the DS again. As of last April, I was not assigned a mentor because I was going to be in Central America for the summer. I was promised that if I contacted the new DS (remember that turnover I told you about earlier?) as soon as I got back in August, I would receive a mentor, be able to work with them through the fall in preparation for the January meeting and, if all went well, I would be eligible for a local pastor's license and because of my status as a Rural Fellow I would be able to get an appointment. Sadly to say, this has not happened. I find myself with no mentor, and having to swallow the bitter pill of waiting another year before I am eligible for an appointment. I began contacting the district office in July by email, while I was still in El Salvador. I called and emailed a time or two after I got back. Nothing. Sometime mid September I began seeking out counsel from some people I trusted in the church as to how to handle this situation. They encouraged me to basically bombard the district office with phone calls and emails until I got a meeting time. This took about 2 weeks, but I eventually got in to see the DS and introduced myself, explained the situation, and begged for a mentor. I even gave him the name of a pastor who had offered to help me out and be my mentor if the DS didn't have anyone available. After receiving a promise of a mentor in 1-2 weeks, I left feeling more positive about the situation, thinking maybe things had turned around after all. Of course, I never heard anything after that. A month and a half has passed since that meeting and I've yet to receive anything. I have called a few times, to no avail. and I'm seriously considering just dropping by from time to time to "check-in."
Now, there is a fair amount of responsibility to be place on the district office (in my opinion) but I also have to accept that if I had been more assertive and proactive last year, I might find myself in a different situation. I have learned that in the church, I will not be able to passively sit back and wait for others. I will have to be much more assertive. I will have to call and email and sometimes even show up in person to get things done. And I can't feel bad about doing it.
The even more ironic thing is that the div school is having a luncheon for all the students and DS' in the conference tomorrow. So I'll get to see the former DS and the new DS. I'm hoping to have a few minutes to take them aside and find out what is going on. God give me strength. I hate confrontation. I hate having to do this, but it is necessary.
Keep me in yours prayers and I will keep each of you in mine throughout this week.
Peace,
Jodi
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Vacation
Finally getting a vacation! I’m off Sept 1-8, woo hoo! I’ve been feeling rather burned out, so I’m hoping this is just what the doctor ordered. Thursday Ebeth and I leave on a trip, she still hasn’t told me where we’re going (other than it’s in the US!)
Tomorrow I’m gonna bike down to Chesterfield Farms in Crofton, MD and check out their farm and old composting facility. They had a 6 acre facility that accepted 60 tons of mixed organic waste (yard, food scraps, etc) each day! And they’re expanding to a 76-acre site…whew!
But I will try not to do too much tomorrow, as well! This vacation will be a relaxing one, not jam-packed with too much stuff!

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Humanure Chapter 3 – Part One!
Chapter 3: Microhusbandry – Harnessing the power of microorganisms
Generally speaking, there are four ways to deal with humanure: 1) Treat it as waste and “dispose” of it, 2) Apply it raw onto fields as a fertilizer, 3) slowly compost it over an extended period of time, 4) Thermophilic (high heat) composting, which is more rapid and helps ensure an environment in which pathogens cannot survive.
As mentioned before, some Asian societies have used raw humanure (called night soil) on their fields, and it causes the crops to flourish, but also leads to human health problems. He quotes a Dr. Scharf, public health officer in Singapore, to this extent, and also quotes him as saying that a water borne sewage system is the ideal goal. I imagine Jenkins rolling up his sleeves here and getting ready to clock the good doctor! The World Health Organization also discourages the use of raw night soil.
This reminds me of a conversation I had at work a while ago…a few coworkers were talking about composting, and I mentioned humanure composting (of course) and one of them got completely grossed out, flustered, and even upset. She travels a lot in Southeast Asia for her work, and sees (and smells!) places where people are playing in or drinking from places contaminated with human waste. So from that side of it she was super passionate about how disgusting human excrement is, and she certainly has good reason to. But she didn’t know about how it can be properly maintained (and rather simply, as well.)
So Jenkins reminds his readers that this book is about composting humanure, so they don’t have to worry about this night soil business. Now, he mentions composting at relatively low temperatures, at or below that of the human body (98.6 F). Given enough time, this should be safe, but he somewhat timidly recommends that if anyone is concerned they could use such compost for trees and flowers and things, instead of food.
“ Thermophilic composting is the fourth way to deal with human excrement. This type of composting involves the cultivation of heat-loving, or thermophilic, microorganisms in the composting
process. Thermophilic microorganisms, such as bacteria and fungi, can create an environment in the compost which destroys disease organisms that can exist in humanure, converting humanure into a
friendly, pleasant-smelling humus safe for food gardens. Thermophilically composted humanure is entirely different from night soil. ” (p. 26)
I think it is a bit awkward to say that the environment destroys pathogens that can exist in the pile…I would say that a minimally managed compost pile cultivates an environment where pathogens cannot survive. It’s not likely that these things are being added to an individual family’s pile if the family members aren’t sick!
Here’s a few definitions of compost that he puts forward:
The On-Farm Composting Handbook says that compost is “a group of organic residues or a mixture of organic residues and soil that have been piled, moistened, and allowed to undergo aerobic biological decomposition.”
The Compost Council adds their two-cents worth in defining compost: “Compost is the stabilized and sanitized product of composting; compost is largely decomposed material and is in the process of humification (curing, turning into humus). Compost has little resemblance in physical form to the original material from which it is made.” That last sentence should be particularly reassuring to the humanure composter.
J. I. Rodale states it a bit more eloquently: “Compost is more than a fertilizer or a healing agent for the soil’s wounds. It is a symbol of continuing life . . . The compost heap is to the organic gardener what the typewriter is to the writer, what the shovel is to the laborer, and what the truck is to the truckdriver.” 4
I think this Rodale quote is a good one. He is a famous name in composting, with his book “FILL THIS IN” but he does not address the humanure concept, and also incorrectly says that a number of types of foods (oils, fat, meat) should not be composted. He did not really go into the thermophilic concept, which handles all of these things just fine. If a pile is kept in decent condition, thermophilic bacteria will thrive, the pile will get hot, and once that period is over, all the other fun bugs and bacteria will take over! He says it’s almost miraculous how it works, and I agree that it’s pretty darn amazing!
He follows this by a great little section putting all this in historical perspective. Thousands of years ago our ancestors stared up at the sky and were amazed at what they saw and did not understand it. Just as the universe is an amazing thing, so is the microscopic world which is like another complete universe we are largely unaware of! “Our ancestors had little understanding of the vast, invisible world which surrounded them, a world of countless creatures so small as to be quite beyond the range of human sight” (27). He points out that yeasts have been used for several centuries, but that the intentional use of bacteria by humans is relatively new (I might add that fermentation to produce alcohol is probably one bacterial use that humans have used for awhile.) Bu it really is neat how this whole world of microscopic organisms keeps our planet going and are the “worker bees” of recycling for our planet! (Hmm, makes me wonder if nanotechnology could ever do something like this, or even if people would bother since microorganisms already do such a great job)
I like the next little section, “Solar Power in a Banana Peel” – He points out that every scrap of food and agricultural products contain solar energy in a way, since the sun allows things to grow in conjunction with photosynthesis in plants. So that banana peel that we throw away (I use “we” to mean “not me” in this case, haha) still contains useful energy created from photosynthesis and the sun! Anything that was once living or was made from something that was once living, can compost! Another way of putting it is that anything that can rot can compost. So manure, plants, leaves, sawdust, peat, straw,
grass clippings, food scraps, urine, cotton clothing, wool rugs, rags, paper, animal carcasses, junk mail and cardboard.
Apparently, Jenkins named his compost pile “Gomer.” This next part will cover what it takes to keep Gomer happy, and why he is made up of layers of different material. A pile is useful for many reasons, including water retention (will absorb water and not leach it), will hold in heat, looks neat and tidy, and is easy to cover with fresh organic cover material that will prevent odors. Moisture is important because the various bacteria and fungi need the water to survive, and (this is super cool) actually use moisture to travel! Turns out that the moisture forms a thin layer on the various materials in the pile and they can swim along it using their little flagella things! You can also put up wood or straw bales around your bin to further insulate for winter time (so you can build it within a wooden structure to begin with, or insulate it somehow during winter, or just not worry about it at all). The point is that piles are simple and easy to manage and look wonderful. (I will attach pics of my two piles! I fill one up until I feel like it’s enough then I start the other pile going and let the first pile sit for an extra period of time).
That wraps it up for now…this is a long chapter so I will continue with the rest next time. Coming up next is a more detailed discssion about the needs of the pile: moisture, oxygen, temperature, and a balanced diet (food for the microorganisms).

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She Once Was an Elf
It was more years ago than I care to remember. Gone is the cute outfit, odd little hat and very likely the guy who portrayed Santa that season at the mall. What remains is an amazing smile, warm eyes, deep compassion and an innocent wit that can have me chortling like a schoolboy.
Somewhere over the years we have raised two children, moved eight times and buried three parents. The twentyseven plus years since our meeting have flown. To continue to have days together full of laughing, griping, talking, arguing, smiling, crying, doubting and hoping is an incredible blessing for which I’ll never be able to give enough thanks.
I often wonder if this has been an arranged marriage…
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One of Them
I was touched tonight by one of those wonderful and all too rare moments in life. Those moments where the special of our past bumps into the ordinary of our present. I had the sweet opportunity to chat with one of my ‘wayback’ friends. Throw in dinner with my daughter and on a dime my somewhat crotchety day has turned into a gently pleasant evening.
That and a healthy dose of sweet tea inspired the following:
Share/SaveCrossed Paths
by jeff mountz
The paths I have crossed,
memories sneaking a peek –
I count myself blessed.
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Healthcare again!
So it turns out that the first link that comes up when you google “Christian Healthcare” – Christian Healthcare Ministries – is in fact the program Shane Claiborne enrolls in and that paid his bills when he had to go to the hospital. Turns out it was b/c he was mugged living in a rough part of PHilly trying to practice resurrection. So his interview on Wolf Blitzer’s “The Situation Room” is available at the link below. Check it out! It’s short and sweet – 3 mins.
http://www.theordinaryradicals.com/blog/archives/726

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Conversation on Health Care Reform Part 1
This is a two-part post I submitted in reverse temporal order so they could be read in order on the blog. (I submitted part 2 first, and part 1 second so part 1 would appear first, above part 2. It makes sense, really)
Anyway, a wonderful lady from my old church in Raleigh, Raleigh Mennonite Church (RMC) sent out a great letter about Health Care Reform to the church. I thought it was a great letter and felt a strong desire to respond, so I am posting them both on this blog. I hope Kathy doesn’t mind!!! Her letter starts below, and then my response to her and the church is in the next entry (Part 2)
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Dear RMC,
This summer I have been working on health care reform (specifically the public option). This issue effects many families, and it is a personal issue for my family and the preschool families that I work with everyday who are struggling on the edges of poverty. My brother who is only 45 years old has been diagnosed with ALS (Lou Gerig’s Disease). He has been working as the sole income earner and health insurance provider for his family for the last 25 years. His company has been very generous and extremely gracious about his illness, but soon, he will no longer be able to work and will thus lose the income and health insurance for his family. His home has also been up for sale for over a year with no offers in sight.
The delegates at our Mennonite Church USA Convention 2009 overwhelmingly approved a resolution encouraging congregations and members to urge their congressional representatives to support legislation that would extend access to health care to all Americans particularly the working poor.
I would like to encourage all of us as Christians to get involved in some way with this issue and take a step that would positively impact and affect the debate about health care reform.
Chris Dreps sent out an email about President Obama’s Conference Call with religious leaders on health care on Wednesday. Here is the audio of that call. I missed it on Wednesday, but was able to find it on the web today. President Obama speaks for ten minutes near the end of the call.
http://blog.beliefnet.com/stevenwaldman/2009/08/the-obama-conference-call-with.html
There is also a “Faith-Inspired Vision of Health Care” document that we as Christians are being encouraged to read and sign. Here is the URL for that document:
http://salsa.democracyinaction.org/o/1973/t/7355/petition.jsp?petition_KEY=1851
and the organization behind it: http://www.faithfulreform.org/
. A good friend working with NC Council of Churches sent it to me.
I will bring several copies of this document for people to read and take home with them on Sunday. I will also have health insurance reform information on the back table with paper, pens, and stamps for those who would like to write a quick note to one of our legislators. Phone calls are also a great way to encourage your legislator to support the public option of health insurance.
Here are the addresses and phone numbers for Senator Kay Hagan, Senator Richard Burr, Representatives Brad Miller, David Price, and Bob Etheridge.
Senator Kay Hagan 310 New Bern Avenue Raleigh, N.C. 27601 Phone: (919) 856-4630 Fax: 856-4053
Senator Richard Burr 2000 West First Street Suite 508 Winston-Salem, NC 27104 Phone: 1 – 800- 685-8916
Representative Brad Miller 1300 St. Mary’s Street, Suite 504 Raleigh, NC 27605 Phone: (919) 836-1313 Fax: (919) 836-1314
Representative David Price 5400 Trinity Road Suite 205 Raleigh, NC 27607 Phone: 919.859.5999 Fax: 919.859.5998
Representative Bob Etheridge 333 Fayetteville Street, Suite 505 Raleigh, NC 27601 Phone: (919) 829-9122 or Toll Free: 1-888-262-6202 (BOB-NC02)
Thank you for helping to make health care available to all Americans – especially for the working poor, those who are sick, and to those with pre-existing health conditions.
Kathy

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Conversation on Health Care Reform (Part 2)
Kathy,
Thanks for this very helpful email on health care, it is nice to see a personal story behind it, and how it affects both your family and many families you see at the preschool.
It really is interesting all the dirt/misinformation that is being created about this, especially the public option like was evident at the town hall mtg. in PA with Arlen Specter. How strange that people there thought that this health care effort was “going against the Constitution” making us “socialist like Russia” (I could see a comparison to France or Western Europe, but Russia???) and people saying (in anger) that “God would judge him [Specter]” for his efforts in reform. Wow.
I am also curious to learn more about healthcare options that various Christian groups set up that are “off the grid” so to speak – co-op types, I guess they would be referred to. I just googled one right now http://www.cbnews.org/howitworks.asp (Christian Healthcare Ministries) but of course I can’t vouch for this group in particular (I am always wary of scams), but it is just neat to know there are groups out there trying to provide alternate networks as well, with a love-based focus and an emphasis on Christians (and others) sharing each other’s burdens.
I even got a call from the Democratic National Committee asking for a donation to help fund their effort to get the legislation through and provide clear education and outreach on the issues. The only thing that can get really confusing for me is all the bureaucracy, special interests, and other factors that can “touch” or influence the process. This is where I think it would ideally be better if somehow the Church (universally) could provide support and healthcare, but of course that is tremendously complicated and is like I said an ideal. But one that apparently people successfully pursue. I remember a story from Shane Claiborne about how he participated in a Christian health care fund, contributed to it regularly, and then when he needed a procedure, it swooped in and paid for his costs!
Certainly a public government plan is something that Christians (in my humble opinion) should push for, it’s just always a little scary because who knows what the final product may be – but as long as it’s better than what we’ve got now, that’s something everyone can be proud of. I recall projections of just how much healthcare will be costing the country in 10, 20 years and it is mind-boggling…
I know this was a long reply to a long letter, but it really sparked some thoughts and I wanted to share them with you all! I happen to be in town in Raleigh this weekend and am looking forward to seeing you all tomorrow morning at church!
Much love,
Ethan

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Humanure Summary Chapter 2! It’s good…just give it 5 minutes!
Humanure Handbook Chapter 2 – Waste Not, Want Not
“America is not only a land of industry and commerce, it’s also a land of consumption and waste.” We produce between 12 to 14 billion tons of waste a year, (and remember that a ton is already a large quantity, 2000 pounds!) As much as 50% of this waste is organic (meaning “once living” or containing carbon, hydrogen, and nitrogen compounds shared by all living things…this usage of “organic” is not the same as “organic produce” for instance) – these include food residues/scraps, municipal leaves and yard material, agricultural residues, and human and livestock manures. These are all very valuable, both economically and in terms of agricultural productivity and sustainability.
These are all resources, not wastes. They only become wastes when we throw them away and treat them as such. Waste (technically speaking) is not recycled – resources are recycled. An aluminum can is not waste, it is a resource that reflects the work (smelting, processing, mining, etc.) that went into it, and much of this work can be recaptured and reused. Feces and urine are also natural, beneficial, organic materials excreted by animals after completing their digestive processes. Like other resources, they are only wastes when and if we discard them. Interestingly enough, they become more of a threat to the environment and to long term human health when we DO discard them, instead of utilize nature’s natural cycles to take care of them and transform them into compost, or humus.
The author hopes (and I do too!) that “waste” will become a less common and less mis-used term. We speak of yard waste, of food waste, garden waste, human waste, municipal waste, etc. Even people who are in the recycling and composting businesses call these things waste, but they turn them into something that’s not! A DC group called the Institute for Local Self Reliance (www.ilsr.org) has a program called Waste to Wealth which aims to solve two problems in cities: environmental damage and unemployment for the “left-out” classes – the poor, homeless, and those getting out of prison. It focuses on ways to start small businesses in recycling electronics products, metals, garbage, and other “wastes” in ways that can sustain a business and employees at a decent wage. This also provides hands on training and a path to an education or experience that can lead to other work. (I hope to get to know the folks at the ILSR better…hold me to this!
) [the bit on ILSR was just from me, not in the humanure book]
Throughout history, human waste has in fact been used as an agricultural resource at various times and in various places. When discarded, it is waste, but when recycled it is a resource. Asian societies have used raw human manure spread directly on fields, or alternatively buried in the ground with other materials and harvested for use on fields. This has been called “night soil.” But humanure (human manure) can be composted and easily turned into a resource that is clean, pleasant smelling, and extremely beneficial to the soil. Night soil and the raw use of humanure have significant drawbacks and potential health concerns. (So that’s not what this book is about overall)
Humanure vs. sewage
These are two different things – sewage is everything that goes down our drains, pipes, etc. and is discarded into our water-borne sewage system: industrial chemicals and waste, discards from garages and hospitals, heavy metals, oil and grease, pharmaceuticals, and also of course humanure. But the point is that in sewage, humanure is mixed in with all of these, creating even more of a waste in the true sense of that word (not good for anything, cannot be recycled or harder to recycle, etc.). Some places do compost sewage sludge, but there are potential concerns based on all the other stuff that can end up in there).
Sustainable Agriculture
Sustainable agriculture is agriculture where the fertility of the soil is maintained or increases naturally over time by the addition of (composted) organic materials back to the soil. Compost is much better than synthetic chemical fertilizers for a host of very important reasons, which will be covered later. But it is key to point out that when the agricultural and animal byproducts made from the food grown on a given piece of land are returned to that land, then the soil’s fertility is preserved, and no other amendments are needed. The author asks why spokespeople for organic/sustainable agriculture ignore the humanure topic. (I really need to write Michael Pollan of Omnivore’s Dilemma about this book to see if he knows about it or is interested in the topic! I’ve been meaning to do that……) One reason is a lack of knowledge about the human nutrient cycle and the need to keep it intact in order to provide a truly sustainable agriculture. A sustainable agriculture would include us doing the following: a) grow food, (b) eat it, (c) collect and process all organic residues, and (d) return this to the soil, allowing more food to be grown. This cycle can continue indefinitely (even improving soil quality over time), and mimics nature’s cycles. There is no “leaf waste” for instance, in a forest. All of this breaks down and adds its nutrients back to the soil. (See diagram from book at the end of this post)
Food “waste” (scraps) should also be composted with humanure. 22 million tons of it are generated per year in cities, 48 million tons per year nation wide. Vast majority of this goes to landfills or is incinerated (poor efficiency- one reason, it’s wet!) Landfills are filling up, getting more expensive, pollute the environment around them, and are the single largest contributor of methane, a potent global warming gas (20-30 times worse than CO2). In Brazil, 99% of solid waste is discarded in dumps. 90,000 tons per day goes in open pit dumps. In the US, many landfills are now lined with a leach-proof lining – kind of like a huge diaper we’re putting all our waste into. This does not compost due to the extreme concentration of products there, the varied nature of materials (organic and non), and especially the lack of air throughout the “pile.” They do decompose slowly, but give off nasty juices and methane that are waste products. 10,000 landfills have closed in the US since 1982, 20% are hazardously contaminated sites that require special Superfund regulations. A Florida report showed that for unlined landfills, the contamination plumes extend for 3.4 miles, and over 500 public water sources in that state are within one mile of the landfills, and 2,700 are within 3 miles. This suggests groundwater contamination.
So not only are valuable resources being lost, they become a large environmental and stewardship problem when treated as waste and concentrated in the same area! Estimated value of world humanure in 1990 is $19 billion! If this were used on the world’s farming land, could have enough for over 1000 lbs per acre! Interestingly, the amount of farming land is not increasing (I guess unless you count clearcutting forests), while human population and humanure are, so the amount of humanure per acre is increasing. Not taking advantage of this resource is a huge waste of agricultural potential, not even including savings in fertilizers, and the many environmental hazards associated with these. Chemical fertilizers are the largest diffuse source of water pollution in our waters, sttreams, lakes, rivers. Up to a quarter of the nutrients put in the soil with chemical fertilizers wash out, and even more for nitrogen (up to 75%). Farmers also err on the side of overfertilizing, and the amounts of fertilizer they use are staggering! (Omnivore’s Dilemma gives an example of that!)
There’s a bunch of info about water pollution, how little drinking water we have in the US, how we use so much more of it daily than we replace. How water sanitation is a huge problem in many other countries, and how silly it is to pollute fresh groundwater with our feces and use it to transport it all over the place.
Raw humanure is not appropriate for fields. But composted, it is great. Also other animal manures benefit first by being composted. (Horse and chicken manure, for example, are often applied directly to fields and this is ok because they don’t pose a human disease threat. But if it is practical, composting first increases the efficiency and positive value of the soil). Jenkins stresses the point that there are abundant microorganisms (bacteria, fungi, etc.) that absolutely love our own excrement and are ideally suited to safely break it down in a symbiotic relationship with nature and with us. People just don’t know this!
Let’s see if I can post some pictures for this, too. Ah hah! The “upload picture” button! Sweet.


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Business.gov
While not a local resource, every small business owner should be familiar with Business.gov, “The Official Business Link to the U.S. Government.” This online resource designed specifically for small businesses offers information for all aspects of a business’ operations and life cycle. Since various Federal agencies run Business.gov, the site emphasizes helping small business owners comply with regulations and connect with government programs. That is the core purpose, to give small businesses a one stop portal through which they can find all the information they need to stay in compliance with regulations from multiple agencies and take advantage of opportunities to work with the government.
The site’s resources are effectively organized by topic. General Business resources are organized by business phase and resources sorted by specific industry can be found under the “Industries” tab. Users can also find state specific resources, such as the North Carolina Small Business Guide. Another useful feature of the site is the Business.gov Community page, where small business owners can find active forums and discussions on all things small business.
Business.gov does not supply all the resources one would need to get started but it is a great place to begin learning about the legal and regulatory issues involved with opening a new business. And if doing business with the government plays a large role in the business plan, getting familiar with Business.gov is a must.
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Humanure Handbook – next installation!
Thanks to Brian Gorman for the reminder to get my crap back in order…his comment, “Ethan! Hurry up, I’m waiting on the edge of my seat waiting for crap to happen!” How apropos. So without further aDOO…
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Chapter 1 – Crap Happens
Jenkins opens the book with the observation that some have compared the human race to a sort of pathogen toward the earth (I think of Mr. Smith in the Matrix here). “it seems that the human race is displaying uncanny parallels to the behavior of pathogenic, or disease-causing, organisms. If looked at from the perspective of the entire planet, we may look like a bunch of little organisms that are excessively multiplying, mindlessly consuming, and generating toxic waste – all of this with no regard to the well-being of the host (just like deadly pathogens).”
I think this is a powerful analogy, and although I wouldn’t swear by it, I think it is something that should give us pause to think and look at our activities on a global scale. He notes that pathogens do have their role in nature to weed out the weak and to keep populations under control, but that there isn’t a parallel to our situation as human pathogens to the planet (i.e. there is only one earth!)
“In the case of pathogenic organisms that kill their host, the behavior is predictable: multiply without regard for limits, consume senselessly and excrete levels of waste that harm the host. When this is translated into human terms, it rings with a disquieting familiarity, especially when we equate human success with growth, consumption, and material wealth.” (Think about it – economies must always grow, technology always progress, standards of living rise higher and higher, etc.)
He also points out that infected organisms have an immune system to fight back against pathogens, and part of the response is a rise in temperature (fever) that increases the activity of the immune system. He makes a comparison that I’ve never thought about and am skeptical of if taken literally, that global warming is a sort of “fever” the earth is experiencing and the things its systems will pump out – “insect pests, new straings of deadly bacteria and viruses” – are its ways of combating us. I doubt that these effects are the earth’s way of combating us, but they are certainly symptoms of an unhealthy balance from humanity’s side! He does point out that if we don’t care about this, and the environmental effect on other species, food shortages or disruptions in local ecosystems, then we really are acting like lethal pathogens!
Some stats on the rapid growth of the population and human consumption from his book:
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From 1990 to 1997, human global consumption grew as much as it did from the beginning of human civilization (10,000 or how many ever years ago) until 1950.
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The global economy grew more in 1997 alone than it did during the entire 17th century
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By 2000, half of the world’s forests were gone. We lose forests at a rate of millions of acres per year
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Falling water tables, eroding farm land, rapid extinction of species.
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“Population growth (80 M per year) without foresight, management, and respect for the environment virtually guarantees increased consumption and waste with each passing year” (3)
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Background rate of extinctions estimated to be 1-10 species per year. 1000 per year is current. A significant percentage of current plants, animals, primates, etc. are threatened with extinction.
Consumption is why we do all this. More is better, wealth is often the (unstated or stated) goal of humanity:
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The 225 richest people have as much wealth as the poorest half of the planet’s population (3 billion people)
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The wealth of the three richest individuals is equal to the combined output of the 48 poorest countries combined
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The U.S has 1/20 of the world population and uses 1/3 of its resources.
Despite all this, Jenkins predicts that humanity will learn to live in symbiosis with the planet. It will take humility and concern to change our ways, and we can do it now, or wait until it is forced upon us by backlash from the environment and all the strife it will eventually cause.
His last paragraph is worth quoting in its entiretly:
“It is ironic that humans have ignored one waste issue that all of us contribute to each and every day – an environmental problem that has stalked our species from our genesis, and which will accompany us to our extinction. Perhaps one reason we have taken such a head-in-the-sand approach to the recycling of human excrement is because we can’t even talk about it. If there is one thing that the human consumer culture refuses to deal with maturely and constructively, it’s bodily excretions. This is the taboo topic, the unthinkable issue. It’s also the one we are about to dive headlong into. For waste is not found in nature – except in human nature. It’s up to us humans to unlock the secret to its elimination. Nature herself provides a key and she has held it out to us for eons.”
Me speaking here: it is interesting that poo is such a taboo or gross topic. I was happy, however, that after a few good conversations in the house here in Hyattsville (and getting over the snickering and poo jokes) that there were some good questions and answers brought up, and that everyone is rather openminded. Our toilet downstairs in the basement is going well, and I just put up a curtain for privacy last weekend, so now EVERYONE in the house can try it with NO worries!
I just think that taboo topics in general are really interesting, and it’s interesting to see why they are taboo. I also gave a little talk in church not too long ago about some of this stuff, and one small point was that in facing the taboo on poo (that was a real popular phrase) perhaps we can also face taboos on people such as the homeless, who sometimes smell bad or are disgusting. I will post that later.
Thanks again to Brian for reminding me not to be a SLACKER with my blog! I’ve got to make this a habit!

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