meet Johnathan

This is Johnathan. I cant find a picture of him without someones sunglasses on. i met Johnathan at street kids camp the very fist month we were here. his personality has not changed drastically...but his heart has. When we started going to childrens garden more my little friend Johnathan started to stand out to me. he has a wild spirit and unending energy, its amazing really. Every day he was one of the first to greet us on our way in. Johnathan has quiet the story and i think that violence plays a huge part in it. Many times he had God provide a strange way out of many terrible situations. to me i think he sees nothing wrong with being a rough little boy. everyday for while there he would shake my hand and eventually shaking my whole arm until i pried it away from him. it was more obnoxious than hurtful. maybe i should have just said no right away. but slowly i started to just tell him no. and shake his hand politely. sometimes he would shake it nicely then look into my eyes and you could see it coming. at the end we was not completely gentle but he was not violent either. the last day i saw him i was wearing the staff polo shirt for the sports event we were at. it was hot. i had it unbuttoned at the neck, it was not inappropriate...its just that it was about 100 degrees out. taking the role of a big brother he made me button both of the buttons...he was worried about me. his eyes had been getting softer and softer each time i saw him, he still had his crazy spurts of johnathan-ness. but he was gradually changing, in his heart.

Through all things you grow.

whether it is saying hello to someone new or telling someone you love goodbye, you grow. God has a funny way of putting people in your life for a reason. i recently was a part of a family bible study on John chapter 9 where Jesus heals the man who was born blind. while we were discussing this chapter someone mentioned that maybe that man was born blind for that very moment in history where he could glorify God and give others a chance to see Jesus for who he really is.
These last two weeks have been pretty hard ones for me. We have just entered into our last three weeks of our time here in the philippines. and so the goodbyes begin. our 4 months here have been made completely of hellos and then quick goodbyes...but i know that i have been impacted by each person i have met along the way, and that is why we met, for however short of a time it was. i learned from you, and you hopefully got something out of me.
the most valued thing i will forever hold onto from this trip is the boys at Childrens Garden. I may have thrown in bits and pieces of these boys stories here and there....but they deserve more than that. i hope to go boy by boy and share a little bit of what i learned from him, we will see how it goes!

how could i forget you...

remember camp....the first blog i wrote. all those dirty little street kids...now that i look back on that i dont really think that i knew how to think, or what to do with those feelings when i saw them that week. The idea of a street kids was different...i am pretty sure that america has nothing like the street kids here. i will admit that i kept my heart distant from these kids...until these last few weeks, where i have had more time to spend with them, to get to know them. those kids found a way into my heart whether or not i was ready. saying goodbye to someone you will not see again is an odd feeling, but inevitable non the less. BUT i have seen about ten of the precious little kids again. two of them are at the home we have been going to for over a month. we have seen about 8 more at a feeding we went to last week... that made me so very excited. i loved seeing the smiles of recognition on their faces when they realized that they knew me! i never thought that i would see them again...and it was a surprise of all surprises. and i loved getting to see their smiling faces again.

The homeless man shared his cardboard

I guess to be completely fair he has a home. or at least the place he sleeps at night is in the same place. he has a cart that holds all his belongings...including his cardboard. he roles his cart up to the closed furniture shop every night. pushes and pulls his car until its square to the wall...giving him and his wife some privacy than he strategically uses pieces of cardboard to completely enclose this concrete corner. erin, the one who started this out reach about a year ago has known the family for some time now and as always when white people travel in number we attract attention. so as we rounded up the faithful kids to come and sit in front of this shop the man pulled out a long piece of his cardboard and pushed it until it was under all of our feet. we wouldnt be sitting on the hard ground tonight. the man retreated back into his fortress but every now and again we would see his head pop up as he listened in on our lesson for the kids.
it amazes me that no matter where we go, those who have nothing still give. i have a feeling that this man lending us a piece of cardboard was a little more of a big deal than anyone in america could imagine. here in the philippines everything you find on the streets you can sell. it serves as a way of surviving, a way of life. i appreciated that mans sacrifice more and more as the night went on. card board isnt really that bad...

grace

In the distance was the sound of the devout catholic women- their chants came in waves through the cooling night air. i slowly stirred my instant coffee filled with sugar and creamer. My eyes wondered to the light hanging from the tree. Its glow lit the table we gathered around. The bugs swirled around the bulb, their soft wings illuminated on their quest. The conversation changed from US politics to sermons to the plan for the next few days. My thoughts wandered as the conversation continued. "What am i doing here?" Every day i ask myself this seemingly unanswerable question. But mans answer will not satisfy, only Gods can. And as a selfish human being i dont always like Gods answer, nor do i actually know it. Like now. i now sit on my small cot in a very small school room asking myself the same question. The walls are covered with old posters of now dimly colored letters and numbers. God. That is the only answer my stubborn mind can seem to find. I took the ten hour bus ride up here to stay with a random family , in a place i i have never seen, to witness a lifestyle fare different than the one i know. My body sweats in my jeans and t-shirt but cringes at the thought of a cold bucket shower. Its only God. Only God that i am not back on an airplane on my way home to what knows so well, the way of life i held so closely. My family, my job, my bed, hot showers and the thoughts of food i crave only tease my head. It is amazing how often your mind will dwell on things you miss so much when they are taken away and replaced with such a contrast of things. the constant sounds of a language you dont know fills your ears. the unending streets that point in every direction quickens your heart beat as you struggle to remember a landmark to guide your travels. the sights and smells overload your senses everyday, making it easier to wish it was all just a dream you would soon awaken from. but then you think about the need that is so easily seen here. The dark hardness in the childrens eyes. The life they now live or the one now in their past seems to cloud their vision. Their desire to see beyond this hopeless dump they now live in is invisible. their pasts that weigh upon their shoulders seems to keep them from skipping a few steps. how easy to come here and open my heart to these people? from the other side of the would my answer would be that it is easy.But from this side of the world, in the midst of it all, standing at the half way point, my answer has changed. the work it takes to see a smile in a picture instead of a gang sign is worth it in the end. the storied of the boys will never leave me, neither will their beautiful smiling faces. the hours i spend with them are something i soak in.we laugh together as we make rubber band stars. or as we eat fried bananas for snack, calling each other monkeys. as they open up to us, it turns my days around. i recently read in my school book that everyone knows God in a different way, so as we cross cultures we should keep that in mind. in every story these boys share my eyes are opened to see who God is to that person. His power and His lobe shines thru in all the words spoken.
In all reality i thank God my stomach is full, even if i am not sure with exactly what. or that i have cold showers that most likely help me sleep at night. i thank God i was on that bus for ten hours, because i saw many more miles of this world rather than if i wouldnt have. i am thankful that my feet are always dirty because that means that i am out there. or that i am constantly itching because i have those fun or meaningful conversations at night, long after the sun has gone down. i am thankful that i am here bu the grace of God, and i remain here only by that grace.

Their eyes have seen more than we ever will...

Yesterday we visited a dump, under a bridge in the middle of the city. Seconds upon arrive the dirty childrens hands wrapped around our necks and slipped into our hands. Their deep dark eyes searched ours before they dashed off running from american to american. We spent a good 2 hours just 'being'. just like they do every day of their lives. They dont go to school, they dont really have jobs. their parents spend whatever money they do have on solvents or glue which they sniff to make the hunger pains disappear for a few hours. or cigarettes or maybe even alcohol. any left over might be spent on powdered milk or 'mylo'-a powdered chocolate milk for the small infants. that is why these kids dont go to school, they have no money to pay for the school uniform and the other small costs.
as we walked into their home, or under the overpass a man got up from his mattress and yells "Welcome to the Philippines!" it is said that over a quarter of the population of manila lives in poverty. as you realized what you were walking into your heart broke and your eyes widened with every step. the small infants lay on the dirty mattresses with little to non clothing on. tears streaming down their faces, their noses dirty with dust and snot.
my arms found this little boy, he was small and standing alone. he didnt respond to me at all. i held him for about 2 hours. he said one small sentence in that time. he had a large burn that was slowly healing on the inside of his hand, he wore a shirt that must have been his bigger brothers, it kept slipping off his shoulder. my heart warmed as i held him. God loved him, and loves him now, and will always love him. that is the only thing that kept me from releasing my tears right there. his eyes were dark, empty and looked through me.
he ate all the noodle like soup in the cup i fed him, and two hot dog like buns with out reacting or looking up at me.
i loved him for the time i had him in my arms and my heart will never forget those big brown eyes.
God loved him, and loves him now, and will always love him.

KIDS CAMP!

Four days last week we got the privilege of being 'assistant' counselors at a streets kids camp! i say assistant lightly because we do not speak the language....but more hands are always appreciated!! We are interns here with Action ministry so we had to have some responsibility of course! But anyways, Action organized this camp by working with many churches in the area. They network with each other to reach out to many of the homeless street kids around the Manila area. All together there were about 60 street kids who poured into camp. These kids were the roughest of the rough. Addicted, dirty, alone, forgotten, hungry, abused, unloved, and so very broken. They were all previously searched before coming to camp, so they were free of Rugby (an addictive glue that they sniff to make their hunger pains go away), cigarettes,knives and anything else they could possible have that would distract them for the next 4 days. Some of them were going through withdraws of this Rugby and could barely sit for 20-30 minutes. They would put their heads down and they would be gone. I am sure that there are many many stories or how lives were changed in those few days. But i saw those kids broken after just a few days of simple messages, fun games, good food and loving staff all around them! I couldn't understand pretty much anything those kids said...but i loved to sit with them and let them laugh at me, or try to communicate. They need love...and i tried to give it in anyway possible...even if all i could manage was a smile!
The way the camp is set up is that all the churches will stay in contact with the kids they invited...and i pray that God sues those churches in every way possible! Some of these kids made life changing decisions and they are forever a part of me! i hope that you will take a moment to pray for kids around the world who are not in quite the same position as the kids we know. i was so touched by these kids, and how excited they were to build a tower out of straws...and then go praise God, with their little hands raised above their heads. I was so blessed to be a part of this experience.

WEEK ONE

This week has been more than crazy! i dont even know where to begin!

I am currently staying at New Tribes Missions Guest House...they have a wonderful ministry here that provides a great place to stay for missionaries who are either coming in or going or just here for supplies before they make the days treks to their villages a few islands away. I have my own little room and an AC that i am in fact taking advantage of while i have it!

This city is so full of life. there is very few dull moments and very few quiet ones...that is for sure. The pollution is unbelievable...and i have yet to see a clean part of town. But i am on the search...

This week has been orientation and getting around the city...definitely a challenge!! i thought getting around in minneapolis was hard....boy was i wrong. we get around on things called jeepneys...an old WW2 idea...old jeep parts put together. They are all over the city going in every direction. you hop on, pay, enjoy a short ride and when you see your stop you say "para po" stop sir. pretty simple. but then you add in motorcycles, trains, tricycles, cars, buses, bikes, and lots and lots of people...well it gets complicated.

We have been hearing more and more about our different ministry opportunities that we will have and i think that my two team mates and i are getting very excited. we will get to see many different ministries all around and outside of the manila area!!
Please email me if you have questions or anything else...no guarantee on the internet the next few weeks!! elle.klein@hotmail.com

Blessings to all of you!

I have arrived!!!

Greetings to all! i have made it finally to Manila! yaya! i arrived Tuesday around 11:30 am. i successfully made it through immigration and customs...which i was a little scared about. but i survived. it is extremely warm here...some would say Hot...and i would agree. its super toasty and it is a busy crazy high energy city!!! i hope to be able to share some exciting news with you soon...but as for now...the most exciting thing is i am still alive after 17 hours in the air....and triple that in airports....God is good.
hope all is well state side! God bless you and your families.

my organization is out of controle...and in a bad way!

Plane ticket has been bought and i have reached my financial goal. PRAISE GOD! i just had a freak out moment when i couldnt find the debit card i am supposed to use while i am over there...and after much rummaging around up in the cold crawl space...the prodigal card has returned. whew!!! Its amazing all the little things that have to happen now...i am currently packing...and re-packing...because for some reason...that works best for me...dont ask why. i have two bags instead of one overly stuffed one. which means i will have about three....i tried really hard to only have two. no such luck. its just a funny picture to me... little me...5 foot 1...with a big backback which has my computer and camera in it...and two rolling duffle bags...oh my! a girl can never simplify. but i tried. anyways. i am off soon....i am leaving my little home in Telluride on thursday and then i will be leaving the country midnight sunday. Lord Help me!

well, time has slowly ticked away...and here i am. already in january...looking at plane tickets to the other side of the world. it seems crazy. very very crazy. but i am excited!!! i am at about 88% of my budget! i cant wait to just be there...and be emerged. God is good...and paving the way for me...holding my hand and walking me thru this whole new world. (start singing aladin here) haha. i had a great christmas and cant wait to see what this new year hold for me. praise God is it 2010!