Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Orientation – Intro to Hands at work


So this is it, the beginning of our orientation, the intake of new volunteers consisted of Nanci a Korean American, who is very persistent on the fact that she is not a Malungo (white person) because she is Korean, and also very caring and refers to her self as sort of like my mum, 'someone needs to look after her,' (referring to me) she often says. 

And Ashley is a Canadian, she’s my roommate and is SO like me. We share a love for the performing arts, we both have super bubbly personalities and we both have to (prefer to) eat ice cream with plastic spoons.  What are the odds, right!

And me. So the first day we went with long term Hands at Work volunteer to a place called a service centre and were told the process of hand at work which I will now try to pass onto you so you have a better picture of what I am involved in;
 
Mission Statement;    
We envision the local Church in Africa effectively caring for the dying, orphans and widows, and unified in this mission with the Church outside Africa.

 Taken from the website;
Our mission is to, through relationship with the local Church in Africa, challenge, encourage, develop and support the ministry of servanthood among those in need in their community through the replication of the Hands at Work community intervention model.
We believe the biblical mandate to care for the dying, widows and orphans is not only for the Church in Africa, but also elsewhere, and Hands at Work will be a prophetic voice to the Churches outside Africa, challenging them to fulfill their mandate.

What does this look like? Well hands at work identify a community that is known for as having the poorest of the poor. Then contact the church leaders and meet with them, inform that it is the churches biblical mandate to care for the orphan and widows in their community. Then hands at work local staff spend time in the community meeting those most in need, and asking around if there is anyone in the community that is already taking care of people, usually God has already placed someone in the community that has a heart to help and care for those in need. This person is identified as the mother Teresa of the community; they know where the need is. And hands also try to identify a man of peace; who is someone the community really looks up to and that has a good influence on the community.

And from this process a CBO – Community based organisation is birthed. From the church people come forward who are wanting and willing to volunteer their time to care for the people in their community; they become care workers, they surround the mother Teresa figure and they care for the vulnerable children and poorest of the poor in the community. The CBO work with hands at work to identify those most in need and most communities do home visits; called home based care which involves visiting patients in the morning, bathing them, prompting them to take medication, assisting them to get to a clinic, listening to them, loving them and training family members the patients maybe living with to care for them full time.

Then in the afternoons they visit vulnerable children and at risk children, sometimes this is hard to identify because it’s not stereotypically orphans, the children may have both parent but their parents maybe sick or have no means of income, or they may be with grandparents or aunt and uncles, or they may be abused. So they identify the OVC – Orphan and vulnerable children in the community and do home based care in the afternoons once the children have arrived home from school. In the child visits they go and listen to the children, assist them with chores – cooking, cleaning, washing and fetching water. They may play some songs/games and check and help with their homework.  

They act like a parent and to be a point of call when the children are in need. If a child is struggling with school or not going to school they encourage the children to go and even go into the school to advocate on behalf of the child. And will offer services when needed like – social services and police in an abusive situations, and home affairs in regards to papers if refugees. They are a safe reliable adult in these children’s lives that they know they can turn to when they are in need. 

Hands at work sit down with the CBO and work out a care plan which is all their hopes and dreams about reaching the community, hands at work tries to encourage communities to provide 3 essential services – 1.Food, a nutritional meal each day, 2.Education, helping the home work and advocating for the children to go to school, helping with school uniforms and 3.Basic health care. And this involves hands at work finding a partner overseas, usually a church to invest time, finances and heart into the work of the CBO, so vulnerable children can have hope, safety and a bright future. They try to aim to feed at least 50 children to begin with at a feeding point in the community. And they hope that each community in time will have a care centre, which involves offices, feeding point, Early Childhood Development education programs and just a safe environment for the children to come to.   
  
Role of hands at work; one hands at work core values is community leadership, so hands at work role in all of this is to immobilize, encourage and support CBO’s in taking care of the poorest of the poor, how does this look like;
 
I created this picture to help convey the message of the role of hands at work, so of the pictures are the property of hands at work and some were taken from google though, just so you know.

So there are people all around the work that are part of the hands at work family, we have offices in Australia, Canada, United Kingdom, USA, South Africa and support from Germany. Global churches, and Christians partner with CBO’s that Hands at work, work with. People also travel to be a part of hands at work in Africa, they arrive to the HUB which is in South Africa, and then from there, they are all in different roles that help support the care of children in different way. From the HUB there are RSTs; regional support teams whose role it is to directly support a central support centre called a service centre, which has local Hands at Work people that directly support the CBOs; usually this team consists of an administrator, centre coordinator and project manager. And so the service centre support the CBO, whom are care workers, a project manager, an administrator and a CBO coordinator and they directly support the orphans, vulnerable, widows and the sick. And the CBOs are also supported by the local church. 

Hands at work has this kind of model working in South Africa, but in Zambia, Malawi, Dominican Republic of Congo, Zimbabwe, Swaziland and Nigeria.

There is a real sense of servant hood; we have come to serve not be the change; to be Jesus hands and feet whatever that looks like and 'we are before we do.’     

Life at the HUB



So the first could of days being in South Africa I got a chance to just settle in :D But I was so overwhelmed at the same time, there seemed to be an abundance of people who kept on all introducing themselves and I felt like I had no chance of remembering anyone’s names! And I learned all to quickly that I was no only going to face culture shock from being in Africa but being surrounded by so many people from so many nationality, there a couple of Aussies, some Canadians, an American, some British people, some people from the local community in South African, some Afrikaans. 

And our first cultural mix up happened on the first day. I asked Ashley, 
I wonder what we will be having for tea and I meant the last meal of the day, because most of us in Australia refer to our main means as – breakfast, lunch and tea. Whereas other people from around the world think of a cup of tea when the word tea is used. So when I asked, “I wonder what we are having for tea?” she looked at me with a puzzling look ??? She said was thinking that us Australians must meet at 3pm and drink tea every day. It is a term I am still trying to train myself to refer to it as dinner, so I don’t confuse people

Being here I am realised how similar British and Australian cultures are, we both refer to the last meal as tea, we say nappies, where as others say diapers. 

The funniest mix up happened when my Korean American friend Nanci was asking people if she go to the shops because she needed to buy ‘slippers.’ And all of were thinking she meant, the slippers you wear around the house, but she meant – ‘flip-flops.’ Or as us Australians call thongs.

Another thing is I am surrounded by so many different accents and being Australian I always seem to think Aussies don't really have a distinct accent, sure there is the stereo-typical Aussie accents but I felt I didn’t really have an accent. Until the second day I was there, I heard an Aussie in the main hall doing a skype video and I was overwhelmed with a thought, WOW its an Aussie I feel at home. :D  after he was done we greeted each other it was great to hear another Aussie. Later on in my orientation, I was reminded that I was an Aussie when I was chopping down trees I pulled on one and it took everything to get it after it released and i fell back a few steps I let out a “Crickey” without thinking, I am a true blue Australian with a heart for Africa, and here I not an Australian surrounded by so many nationalities I am part of a family, we are a part of kingdom culture. :D

Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Journey – Zambia to South Africa


19th of May
So there I was sitting in the tiny Zambian international airport, waiting 2 hours for my flight trying to be nice to people but to also keep my head down and try not to draw attention to myself. I sat reading a book my friend had lent to me called Thr3e by Ted Dekker it’s a thriller written by a Christian Author, really good, anyway as I was sitting there someone commented on my book and ask how I was enjoying it and then he advised me to read a trilogy by the same author. And somehow talking to a complete stranger at the airport made me feel calmer and I left it was God trying to reassure me that he was with me.

Then the flight to Johannesburg was a breeze, I went and had a coffee and realised how much South Africans love their football (Soccer) there was a big screen near where I was sitting and there were at least 30 people watching and cheering and at one stage someone got a goal and a waitress from my cafe came out and cheered and danced around, the excitement was contagious. I arrived in Johannesburg at 3:30pm but my bus didn’t leave til 6:30pm and so I was walking around trying to find something to do, and 2 men who had uniforms with the words Porters approached me and ask where I was heading I said I had to catch a bus and one of the men was like Ok follow me, he took hold of my suitcase and strode off. I tried to explain the my bus wasn’t due to leave for another hour and a half, he said they can leave anytime so I needed to go now, and I couldn’t be bothered arguing so I followed him, praying the whole time that this guy wouldn’t steal my bag and beat me or something and we arrived to the bus stop nice and safe and sound. And I thanked him very much and he bluntly said, “Now you pay me.” And I was taken aback because the only money I seemed to have were big notes, I was getting flustered and a nice man next to me offered to pay and the Porter man looked and him and said, “did I help you? No, so why would you give me money.” Then I finally found some coins and gave them to him, he looked at them disappointed the left. A South African lady next to me apologised, she  said, “I hate how they demand you tip them, its so rude and they always target foreigners, it makes me embarrassed to be South African.” I said, “thanks for the concern but explain that I was ok. I understand it happens”

I then begun to talk to the man next to me he was traveling from England and we chatted about everything from his reason for travel, to all about his family and Australia and I was again really reassuring to sit and have a completely safe and fun conversation with a complete stranger.

Once he had left though I got worried that maybe I was at a wrong bus shelter, and thought I need to go to the toilet but what if I’m in the toilet and it comes and leaves without me. And as I was thinking this the city bug bus pulled in and a flood of relief fell on me. I went out and met the driver and ask whether it was the 6:30pm bus because at that stage it was only 5:40pm he said he was running ahead of schedule and I was welcome to hop on early, and come to get petrol and come back. Which really was an answer to prayer because it meant I didn’t have to worry about missing the bus because I was already on it and when he went to fill up petrol the station had a shop and toilet so I could go in not worrying about having to drag around my suitcase and I could by some tea and snacks for my 4 hour ride.

And this whole day from the moment I left the team I physically felt like my right hand was being held, it was tingly but not in a bad way, God wanted to physically reveal to me his presence and reassurance that I could trust him completely. How cool is that. And so we arrived safely to Nelspruit and was picked up by a hands at work member, chatted in the car. We arrived at my final destination the Hands at work Hub at 11:30pm and it was there I got meet my new roommate and soon to be best buddy/soul mate :D Ashley a bubbly Canadian who is similar to me in SO many ways. I walk in the door turn on the light and she practically sits right up in bed, she had been waiting patiently to meet me, she couldn't sleep until I got there, no matter how late or jet lagged she was... So sweet.

The friendships, the family, and my individual Hands journey begins.....

Last day – He has my hand!


19th of May 
So my last day with the team I was nervous about to leave the comfort of my Australian family (team) and my Zambian team (hands at work people who are So amazing and loving) and fly to Johannesburg all by myself and travel 4 hours to get to where hands at work is based. I was excited, nervous, and sad to be leaving everyone, but also at peace, I was ready to take this next step of faith. As part of our daily team devotion we had an opportunity to pray for another team member and had an amazing woman who I had gotten to know really well, as she prayed for my trip and for me, she said, “I pray Bec places both of her hands into yours and that you just lead her today and in the future.” And I almost laughed because this was a thing I had heard quite a few times before I left Australia and it proved to me that I didn’t have to be afraid because God was with me. 

Before I left Australia God gave me 2 images to help me to trust him, when I was decided to quit full time work, someone spoke words they said were from God and part of it said, “I’ve got your back.” Which made me think of the trust exercise; when you fall backwards and trust someone will catch you, God had my back. Also going into battle a lot of the armour is protecting the front but not so much the back (Ephesians 6) but God is protecting me from behind :D

The second image I was give was, when someone prayed for my preparations for Africa they said, Lord I pray you hold Bec’s hand, lead her and hold like am I holding her now.” And as she said this she grabbed hold of my right hand and squeezed it.” 

Then 3 days before I left my close friend described that she felt like God was trying to tell me to trust in him, to let him lead me by holding his hand. I had also had this revelation of considering Jesus as my husband in months leading up to this; which I know sounds weird. But as I was praying to God about wanting to love him above everything and everyone else, and  also praying about the thoughts of having to leave friends and family for 6 months and also wanted to know whether God actually calls us beautiful anywhere in the bible. And all of these things were answered with 2 verses

Psalm 45:10-11
Listen to me, O royal daughter; take to heart what I say.
Forget your people and family far away.
For your royal husband delights in your beauty;
Honour him, for he is your Lord.

WOW, so when my friend explained that I should let him lead me by the hand, she explained it was a bit like a husband guiding his wife or a king guiding a trusted and loved friend. And  so for the my team member to pray about putting my hands into Gods the day I was leaving the team was just God reminding me that he is always with me and sometime he needs to repeat himself until we get it or in case we need reminding.
And it makes me think of the trust activity when you are in pairs and one person is blind folded and the other has to hold their hand and lead them around obstacles – TRUST

And so we had to leave before the camp ended so we got the kids together and we sung some songs and then the most amazing thing happened!! Pastor Shane explain that I was staying in Africa for 6 months and that I needed to leave to catch a plane to South Africa and he asked the children to pray for me so picture this I crouch/sit in the middle of 40 kids and they all pray for me and the 2 little ones that I have a soft spot for are right in front of me and all of them were praying and God was at work, it was one of those moment that is like a glimpse of heaven, it brought a tear to the eye. And the I thought the praying for was over and then one of the teachers said the teachers would love to pray for me too and so they surrounded me and prayed. I feel so blessed to have been part of the Australian team, to meet the hands at work team in Zambia and to meet have such precious moments with some amazing children and teachers who are amazing example of teachers and are amazing heroes in their communities.

But my story doesn’t end there, that’s just a part of this amazing journey God has got me on. :D

Psalm 37: 23-24
The LORD directs the steps of the godly
He delights in every detail of their lives.
Though they stumble, they will never fall,
For the LORD holds them by the hand.