Hyde Park Speaks

Final thoughts - a personal reflection

by Trish Krider

October 21, 2011

As the journalist for the group it has been my job to try to convey to the readers of this blog what we have seen and experienced here.  Every year I find this to be more of a challenge because each year what I see causes less of a gut-wrenching reaction in me than it did the year before.  It is still as painful to see as it was the first time, but not as shocking. I struggle to try to convey to you all that I have seen and felt and then realize that there are no words that deep.  I can only give you a glimpse – and that is what I have tried to do.  It has helped me that I have learned from these people that poverty does not equate to unhappiness.  They face each day with a smile and go out and make the best life they can. 

This experience was different in many ways from other visits.  The weather was starkly different offering cool breezes, chilly nights and challenges to the daily schedule.  We have always had a friendly staff, but never has the staff danced across the kitchen for our entertainment – and never have we broken into song to entertain them. Bill was not here this year but it was wonderful to have Vanessa, who fills his role admirably and who glows when she talks of her people.  We had wonderful devotionals about things such as giants, forgiveness, prayer and joy, but being such a small group allowed for a new depth of insight and conversation for the entire group.

It is time to begin the transition back to my everyday life.  The last day here, touring a bit of Managua, having a nice meal at a lovely hotel, cooling off in the pool, allows me to decompress.  This is always a necessity as I know tomorrow I will board a plane home to my loved ones and what I have seen and experienced here will no longer consume my every thought. 

There is some guilt involved in the prospect of returning home to the relative luxury of my life after what I have seen here.  To say it is “different” is to minimize its contrast with my reality.  But I am so grateful that I have experienced a peek at life here where there are stark contrasts to my life in every snapshot.  I have seen the poverty of Appalachia and it barely compares to what I have seen here.

Coming here each year reminds me that I need to think twice about the things about which I complain.  This is always foremost in my mind when I get home.  So I will remind myself when I complain about the potholes on Bayshore Boulevard that at least we have paved roads.  When it rains and the gutters don’t drain the way they should, instead of complaining about the high water I must drive around, I will be grateful that the road has not become a quagmire of mud.  When I have to clean the floors because of the mud someone has dragged in, I will be thankful that the floor itself is not made of mud.  The next time I whine about waiting so long for the water to get hot enough for my shower, I will think of the cold showers I took here and be thankful that I have an option.  When again I have to flip the handle on the toilet to get the water to stop running, I will be thankful that I do not have to use an outhouse and when I face unpredictable water pressure, I will be grateful I do not have to go to a well to retrieve it.

Every year when I come back from Nicaragua and people ask me, “How was it?”  It is a difficult question to answer.  I cannot say, “It was wonderful” as I would if I had been on a vacation.  I can say, ”It was beautiful”, for it is a truly breathtaking country, but this would only describe the scenery and I did not come here as a tourist.  I can say, “It was an experience”, but that doesn’t begin to describe the depth of my feelings.  So I usually answer them thusly – “It has changed my life”.  For how can it not?

It has renewed my commitment to my faith.  It has helped me develop friendships with the sisters and brothers in Christ who accompanied me here.  It has opened my eyes to the realization that being poor does not mean that you do not face each morning with a smile.  It has shown me that every believer has the ability to be the body of Christ in the world.  It has confirmed to me that we are truly one world and that every action we take has a ripple effect reaching further than we can imagine.  And it has strengthened my resolve to live out my faith more fully.

So when I return to my everyday life, when the hustle and bustle distracts me from the person I see in me when I am here, I will endeavor to look in your eyes and ask myself, “Do you see Jesus in me?”

Your 2001 Hyde Park Nicaragua Mission Team - Trish, Debbie, Steve, Glenn, Mike, Vicki and Jim

 

Here comes the sun!

by Trish Krider

October 20, 2011

As I sat on the porch this morning listening to God’s creation around me, I saw shadows indicating the sun’s feeble attempt to make an appearance.  At first hopeful that perhaps our last day here would not be dominated by the ever-present rain, I then realized that I have gotten to the place where that really doesn’t matter.  Yes, the rain has made for some uncomfortable and unpredictable moments this week and, on more than one occasion, it has forced us to alter our plans for the day.  It has also allowed us unscheduled time together as a group and it has definitely added to the development of cohesion among us.  Our conversations in the rocking chairs have been deep, thought provoking and powerful.

Today we travelled to “El Jardencito”, The Little Garden, a preschool in a rural area.  Under the shade of a tree in her front yard, Ramona started this school knowing that, without it, there would be no pre-school for the local children.  As we climbed the hill up to her house we were greeted by a few dozen children with their hands clasped.  We quickly realized we were expected to grasp their hands in ours in greeting.  They were welcoming us and clasping their hands together was for hygienic reasons, to prevent the spread of germs.  To me it appeared they were approaching us ready for prayer, knowing that we had come to share the word of God.

After a welcoming song from the children, we again performed out skit of forgiveness.  Mike and Jim have obviously been honing their craft after-hours as their performance was the best one this week.  With a little assistance the children completed the craft and participated in the balloon game with abandon.  Again Mario changed the requirements of the game and soon the children were batting the ball around while hopping on one foot. 

Ramona shared her gratitude for all we had done with the children and made it clear that this school would not exist as it does today without the assistance of the mission teams from El Ayudante.  Although, weather permitting, the children still meet under her large tree, she also has a classroom so that school can still be conducted when the weather is not cooperating.  We were pleased that today it was as the tree made such a beautiful canopy under which to share our story.  For Ramona, this is a volunteer position although she does receive a stipend of $25 per month from the government – if it is available.  According to Ramona, in her words, “I will stay here until God says, ‘Come on over’!”   We know our mission here is to make God’s love real to the Nicaraguan people.  As Jesus said in Matthew 26:40, "I assure you, all that you do for one of my brothers, even the least of these, you do this for me.”  So as we go about our business here, we are always looking for “Jesus moments” – those times when we see Jesus in the people around us.  This was one such moment.


Upon our return to the mission house the sun was still shining and we noticed some men working on the perimeter wall.  With time to spare before lunch, the men headed off to, as Jim put it, “Enjoy the first sweat of the week.”  They worked for an hour side by side with the Nicaraguan workers, many of whom they have worked with before, hauling sand and gravel, mixing concrete, and adding mortar to the walls. 

You don’t have to wander far from the sturdy, concrete walls of the mission house to see the most minimal of accommodations in which many of the people here live.  The homes in town are of a similar construction to the mission house and, although providing more protection from the elements, often house a number of generations.  Mario’s siblings, for example, work in Managua during the week where they maintain a small apartment.  But they return home on the weekends to live with their parents – all 13 sharing the same small house.  But dotted along the roads we travel are dwellings far
inferior to any found in even the poorest areas of Tampa.  Constructed from whatever materials are available (plastic, cardboard, old roofing tin) these humble dwellings serve to provide some shelter from the elements. 

Surely the residents make every attempt to maintain their residence to keep out the pounding rain, however, more often than not, this proves to be an effort in futility.  I imagine there are times when the dirt floors are turned to mud and, we have been told, the most common reason that school gets cancelled is because too few children show up, so many of them sick from the dampness that could not be held back with the leaky roof.

We began our final evening here in darkness as the electricity failed for a bit – not an uncommon occurrence here, but one we had not yet experienced this week.  The kitchen ladies provided us with a large candle and later, even though the electricity had returned, we sat around this candle in a tight circle of rocking chairs sharing deep thoughts. We felt the presence of Jesus in this light.  It was hard to hear as the rain was now pounding on the tin roof – there was even a little rumbling of thunder – but we spoke just louder, praising God in our conversation. 

It will be sad to leave here in the morning as we will be heading to Matagalpa in the first leg of our journey home to our loved ones.  This group has become a spiritual family.  We care for each other, uplift each other, support each other and have developed a closeness that might not have been possible in a larger group and we will continue to be brothers and sisters even after we return to our daily lives.

Bears - a bright spot on a dreary day

by Trish Krider

Each time we come to El Ayudante we bring supplies to donate to each school that we plan to visit. 
Simple things such as pencils, crayons and paper are a luxury here.  The classrooms are furnished simply with desks, and humble ones at that.  There is no need for lockers or backpacks as there are no books for the students to carry and no notebooks for them to store.  Lessons are done on a blackboard, if one is available or on large sheets of paper taped to the walls.  Even doing a craft activity can be a challenge as not every chair has a desk attached.  But these are children who are used to sharing – you will often see them sitting two in a desk – and taking care of each other. 

Today’s school was the Grandma Carmen’s pre-school.  The first thing we noticed upon entering this one room school is that, by Nicaraguan standards, this school is well supplied.  The teacher explained to us that the school was started because, years ago, there was only one school in the local area.  Unfortunately, half of the children had to cross a busy road to get to it. Tragically one young girl was struck and killed on her way to school one day.  When word of this tragedy reached an organization in Miami, they made it their mission to build a school on the other side of the road. The woman who owned the land on which it was built named it after her beloved grandmother who also had a passion for educating children.

The game that we have chosen this year involves teams of children batting a balloon around.  The object is to keep the balloon aloft as well as within the outlined parameters of a circle.  In some schools the decibel level of the squealing can become deafening within the confines of a classroom, as the rain has forced us to move our games indoors this year.  In a stroke of inspiration our translator decided to spice up the game a bit (and curb the rising volume of excitement) by having the children play the game in silence.  If anyone on a team forgot the rule and spoke out, the other team got a “point”.  It was great entertainment for us to watch them try to stifle their words and their giggles.

The children in today’s school were so little that we dared not attempt to corral them into a circle made
 of rope and sat them in a circle of chairs instead.  It was a challenge enough to get them to understand that they had to pass it, not throw it, to the person next to them.  After a little practice, however, they caught on.  With time to spare when the game was done we asked if they would like to play again.  One little girl said, “No, estamos cansados” – We are tired.  We all laughed and decided to play again anyway.  Perhaps we should have listened as it appeared their interest waned dramatically through the second round. 

We shared our Hyde Park Bear Ministry with these children.  Explaining to the teacher that bears just like these sit in our pews at home and that they come to them to assure them of God’s love and healing power, we placed one in each of their hands.  We said goodbye as they made their way down the muddy road towards home clutching their little bears and hoped they understood how much love went along with them.

The Hogar Cristiano Nicaragüensa (Nicaraguan Christian Home or HCN) is an on-campus facility that many children used to call home.  It now offers the children meals and a safe place to come and do their
homework on weekdays.  Normally the children eat their evening meal at home but today we were providing meat pies and baked goods for them and their families.  Vanessa, the director of El Ayudante, is proud of her Nicaraguan heritage and wants these families to understand that it is as important to give as to receive.  To assist them in doing so, she invited them to come and work with us this afternoon.  So side-by-side with these local families we began the project of painting the local women’s clinic.  The parents painted as the older children entertained the little ones.  One mother wielded a paint brush in one hand while balancing a baby on the opposite hip.  No one, not even the HCN director in his business casual attire, gave a thought to the possibility of paint on their clothing.  They simply picked up a brush and we worked in unison. I believe I speak for all of us when I say that this was the most gratifying work experience of this week.

We then walked back to the HNC to serve these families a meal.  Arriving ahead of the group, Vicki sat with some of the older girls and, in serpentine fashion, they braided each other’s hair.  As the rest of the group arrived they wandered through the house.  On one wall of an office they saw that someone had fashioned “Bill Cox” out of pipe cleaners and mounted it on the wall.  So his dream, his legacy and his memory are as alive here today, as when he headed home to Tennessee last year.

Flexibility is the name of the game

by Trish Krider

October 18, 2011

There’s lots of chattering in the mornings here, but only by the wildlife around us.  You may hear a rooster crow, the birds chirping, the geckos chattering, and you will most definitely hear the patter of rain on the leaves, but you will not hear us talking. Carrying on a tradition that started when our first team came, we do not speak before breakfast to anyone but God. We move around quietly knowing that even the noise of the scraping of a chair is an offense to the ears, disrupting God’s symphony and the contemplations of our fellow missioners.  It is a quiet time for reflection and prayer.  It helps to center us and prepare us for the day ahead. 

In Nicaragua, it would be absurd to think that students would have a “snow day”, but then I don’t think many of us have experienced a “rain day”.  This is what altered our plans for today.  There are many times here when the children do not come to school due to the overabundance of rain.  Neither the
roads nor the schools are well built so whether it was a washed out road or a leaky roof that caused 30 pre-schoolers to stay home this morning we do not know.  We pondered the question of how these parents received the information that a decision had been made to close school.  There is no internet nor are there phones in these rural communities so I would presume there is a back-yard, over-the-fence communication network that is put to use in situations such as these.  With no other plans to fill our schedule, we remained at the mission house for the morning.  We read, we talked, and some of us played Scrabble – the Spanish version.  It was a wonderful language lesson for all of us and a time to bond with our interpreters.

The unexpected time at the house also allowed us to grant a very special request. Four years ago, when Tara Ruberg made the choice to be a part of this mission trip and invite members of her family to join her, she had no idea the impact it would have on them.  June and Bobby Robertson, her sister and brother-on-law were among that group.  Bobby had done many mission trips in his life but after his week
at El Ayudante he told his wife that this trip had meant the most to him.  Bobby was a cardiologist and spent much of his time here working with the local doctor, Dr. Medina.  Bobby passed away this year and June sent his stethoscope to Vicky and requested that it be given to Dr. Medina to be used in this place which had such an impact on him.  We were all moved when he gratefully accepted the gift, promising to put it to good use.  Mario, our translator and himself a pharmacist, thanked us as well saying, “This makes me feel so good because we are doing something good to touch the heart of the people.”

We also donated to this same clinic a bag full of empty pill bottles.  Four years ago part of our group volunteered at this clinic and had no way to dispense the medicines to the patients so, in a show of ingenuity, they used the fingers of rubber gloves as their containers.  The bottles donated today came from a friend of Vicki.  These are the bottles that held all of the medications that she took while battling cancer.  Her request was that they be used for some greater purpose and we are sure that they will.

The special needs school where we again worked this afternoon is made up of a number of long buildings surrounding a “quad” type area that was half paved, and half vegetation.  Last year we had noticed that one of the larger buildings was not being used.  When we inquired about it, we were told that it had a leaky roof.  This is the building we are working on this year.  Our money has provided the workers and materials for a beautiful new roof and once the rebar has been painted and installed, this building will again be functional.

Since we are now experts at our technique, we set about painting rebar once again.  Most of us just picked a spot and began to do our best with the small, stiff brush to cover the surface of the bar.  Some, however, developed their own style.  For Trish and Mario, they squared off on either side of the bar and
did the “paintbrush Salsa”, so dubbed because the brushes worked in tandem appearing to dance over the bar.  Meanwhile, Debbie and Steve approached the task with such perfectionism that we thought perhaps they were trying to give Michelangelo a run for his money.  But either way, we came home a little less “speckled” than yesterday.  Of course Mike cheated a bit by wearing a pancho, but he was the one risking life and limb on a rickety ladder to reach the high places, so we gave him a pass.

Communication here is a challenge for all of us.  We do have wonderful translators, but often we attempt to hurdle the language barrier on our own.  This has provided for some entertaining moments.  The other night as we stood on line for dinner, Glenn decided to practice his Spanish skills.  He boldly asked one of the cooks what her name was.  “Arroz”, she answered.  To which he replied, “Hola, Rosa!  Mi nombre es Glenn.” (“Hello, Arroz. My name is Glenn”). The kitchen staff could not stifle their chuckles.  You see, Glenn thought he had asked, “What is your name”, while “Arroz” thought he had said, “What is this food”.  Understandably she had replied, “Arroz” – the Spanish word for rice. Since “Glenn” is an uncommon name here and difficult for the Nicaraguans to understand, Glenn has decided to introduce himself by his middle name, William (or Guillermo in Spanish).  So now these two, Arroz and Guillermo, have become amigos.  And isn’t that the real reason we are here, to build relationships with the Nicaragua people – one person at a time.

Yes, there is sun down here!

by Trish Krider

October 17, 2011

What a surprise!  The sun was shining brightly this morning as we sat to breakfast.  Notice the past tense – “was shining”.  We knew it would be only temporary.  This seems to be how it happens in the rainy season here.  There are occasional moments when the sun peeks out and there are periodic downpours while the rest of the day the clouds threaten.  Yes, we are aware that those of you in Tampa are preparing at this moment for some dousing weather of your own.  Imagine how you would feel if that lasted for an entire “season” or, worse yet, if your house was made of cardboard and plastic and your floors were dirt.  Gives one a reason to pause and be grateful for the blessings in their lives.

Our first order of business today was our Bible lesson at La Estación school.  As we arrived at the school it was obvious that the rain was no deterrent to outdoor activities as the children were involved in a spirited game of soccer in the courtyard.  Our 52 students today were elementary aged and eager to see what we had brought.  Our theme this week, based on Matthew 18:21-22, began with a skit teaching the importance of forgiveness.  Mike and Jim gave an Oscar-winning performance as two friends who learn that there should be no limit to the number of times we are willing to forgive each other.   And Glenn and Steve did a stellar job as stewards of the scenery. 

Our education component always involves doing a craft.  This year we had the children make a “necklace” made from a paper plate on which was written, “Dios Perdóname” – God Forgive Me.  The children’s task was to write their names, color the background, and glue colored macaroni around the perimeter.  We
 worked our assembly line of construction efficiently and had only one little blip when some of the older boys tried to eat the supplies.  You see, our macaroni wasn’t colored because it was flavored with spinach and tomato, but because Debbie had spent hours spray painting it.  In our exuberance to begin the craft we had neglected to tell the translator to make it clear to the children that this macaroni was not, in fact, edible.

Along with the students there were other local children who wandered in, or just peered into the classrooms through the windows. I do use that term “windows” loosely, as there is no glass – just bars.  It allows some air to flow through the school and provides a level of security while the deep overhang keeps the rain outside. Since we were prepared with a limited number of supplies, most could merely watch.  But occasionally one of the children on the inside would pass their snack out to a child on the outside.  You see, this often happens here.  The older children take care of the younger ones, usually putting the youngest children’s needs first.  It is a lesson in caring for our brothers that we could all afford to learn. 

This afternoon we headed out for our first work project at the Special Needs School in León.  We did a Bible lesson in this school last year – the only one in the area that provides education for children with all levels of disability, both physical and mental – but this year we were sent for some physical labor.  It appears that our job this week will be to paint the iron grate doors and the rebar that is used in the “windows”.  Using a smelly, oil based paint and small brushes we set about our task.  Those painting the door soon realized that working from both sides was a mistake.  Rather than speeding up the work, it caused a splatter effect on the person on the other side.  So in teams of two, we worked together on one side of each door before moving, together, to the other side.  And we ended the day looking a lot like a speckled egg.

Those of us who were painting the rebar were under a tree and grateful that the rain had stopped – at least for a while – and that the clouds provided some shade. We worked along with our translator, Mario, practicing our Spanish conversational skills and sharing stories of our families back home.  We had a schedule to keep and, once again, God was good with the timing of the cloudbursts as we had almost completed our goal of a dozen bars before the rain began.  It lasted long enough for us to clean our hands of the odorous black paint and cleared in time for us to walk to the bus without getting wet.

We learned today another lesson on how the people here make do with what they have.  For our tedious chore we were provided paint brushes, but in order to provide each of us with a small supply of paint, they had taken plastic soda bottles (with the cap on) and cut them in half horizontally.  It filled the bill, was totally disposable, and the only challenge was to be cautious if you had the bottle-neck end and wanted to put it down.  The other clever improvisation was the drop cloths.  Those who painted the bars did so over an old concrete slab and there was no consideration to avoid dripping.  However, this was not acceptable for those who were painting the doors.  With no drop cloths available, they spread a layer of dirt under the door.  The dirt would absorb the paint and, once the painting was done, the dirt was just swept away.

For those of you who have been here before you would be surprised at how cool it is in the rainy season.  In the evenings it is so cool in the rocking chairs that some nights we choose to sit near the kitchen where there is no breeze and it is slightly warmer.  It also seems to keep the bug population at bay which is a great blessing.  And sleeping is a joy – no need for the fans unless one wants to drown out a noisy sleeper!  The one drawback, however, of the cooler weather is that since we do not arrive back at the house drenched in sweat, a cold shower does not feel refreshing, it just feels, well… COLD!

Tonight we are putting on a light jacket and sitting in the rocking chairs.  We have not yet spent an evening playing games, but rather engaged in deep conversations.  I do not know if games are on the agenda for this evening, but if not, the week is still young.

Praising God in Unity

by Trish Krider

October 16, 2011

Most of us slept in until the last minute this morning.  Whether it was exhaustion from our long day yesterday, the serenading of the Pentecostals long into the night, or the drumming of the rain on the roof that lulled us into such a deep sleep I do not know.  But as the sun rose and peeked timidly through the rain clouds, we rubbed the sleep from our eyes and prepared to attend worship with the local community of Rubén Darío.

Benito chauffeured us in the truck that has for years been dubbed “The Rhino Rally” for its close resemblance to an amusement park ride. God was kind in his timing of the rain this morning as it was minimal during the drive and we arrived completely dry.  If we ever doubted our church’s impact on the people of this community, it was certainly confirmed as we stepped off the truck and

Vicki was greeted by Anna, the Sunday school teacher here, with tears in her eyes.  She recognized Vicki from our previous visits and thanked her for coming once again.

We have attended this church most of the years we have come here and are always greeted by a gaggle of children so we were a little surprised to find the church empty of all but a few people.  They explained to us that the new pastor lives a 30 minute ride away and had to cross a river – which I suppose at this time of year could be a gorge – so they would start when he arrived.  And sure enough, shortly after he pulled in beside the church, the congregation came.  Most of the people who attend are children along with a dozen women and, for the first time since we have come here, a few men. 

We sang joyous hymns accompanied by a keyboard player and a pre-teen drummer who was amazingly talented.  Well, the truth is, they sang while we hummed, clapped, and generally participated as best we

could.  We may not have known the words, but we knew the sentiment – Praise the Lord!  Pastor José thanked us for coming and delivered a message of unity among us.  He made a wonderful analogy of how constructing a building requires mixing different ingredients together to form the concrete that is used to hold the bricks together.  Similarly, we should be mixing together with Christians everywhere to build the house of our Lord and advance his kingdom.  And when Pastor José asked one of us to lead a prayer, Vicki did so beautifully expressing special gratitude for the women of the community who are the backbone of this congregation.  After giving the children snacks and being entertained by their demonstration of the “Hokey Pokey”, we loaded back into the truck, promising to return again next year.

After lunch it was time to sort our suitcases of donations. Our planning and organizing on Sunday afternoon always makes the rest of the week run more smoothly so much time was spent dividing school supplies, clothing and shoes.  It was a perfect activity for a rainy afternoon.

The number of children who live full-time at El Ayudante over the years has dwindled to just one, Jenny Miranda.  The others come during the week but return to their homes each evening at 5.  So on weekends, it is a very quiet place for Jenny as she is here alone with her house mother, Marlen, so we took them into town today for ice cream.  There is at least one among us for whom that is a favorite activity, but certainly none of us considered it a chore. The remaining afternoon was spent quietly – resting, reading, studying or in deep conversation.  For some tt was a time to catch up on not-quite-enough sleep and prepare ourselves mentally for the week ahead.

We discovered a unique use for the kitchen this evening.  Although it is normally locked once the staff leaves for the evening, we had asked that it be left open tonight so that we might use the microwave to make some popcorn.  After dinner Glenn was sharing some details his daughter had provided about the today’s sermon.  So we decided to sit together as a group and enjoy, via the internet, the same sermon that many of you heard this morning.  Since the Pentecostals’ singing was louder than the maximum volume of our laptop, we crowded into the semi-darkness of the kitchen to enjoy the service.   You just have to love today’s technology when you can be thousands of miles away doing God’s work and still be that connected to your home church.

With such a small group we are limited in the scope of the work we can handle and, as opposed to years past, we will be doing all of our activities this week as group.  That means that those who normally always do construction will be assisting in the schools in the mornings and those who normally always just work with the children will be active on the construction sites.  But being so small in numbers allows us to really get to get to know each other better as we sit on the rocking chairs at night.  Last night provided some deep conversation as well as an opportunity to learn some surprising facts about each other’s lives.  This evening will surely be filled with much of the same.  But as we spend these evenings in thoughtful conversation or engaging in some lively games, we are forming a stronger union as Pastor José instructed to advance God’s kingdom here in Nicaragua.

(And did I mention it is raining again?)--

Welcome to the rainy season!

by Trish Krider

October 15, 2011

It was a small but mighty group of missionaries who met before dawn at the Tampa airport to begin our journey to Nicaragua.  This year we are all “veterans” so we boarded the plane with the confidence that, although we were a smaller group than in the past, we had a good idea of what the week had in store for us.  But we had never been to El Ayudante in October – the tail end of the rainy season.

The flight was uneventful, arriving on time, and we were greeted by the smiling face of Mario, familiar to all of us as one of El Ayudante’s translators.  We were encouraged by the weather in Managua, cloudy and humid but no actual precipitation, and Mario chuckled.  In León, our destination and a two hour drive away, it has rained every day for the past month and is expected to continue daily through our week here.  The question is not whether it will rain, but at what time of day and for how long.  This should certainly present some unique problems for one of our construction projects – repair of a leaky roof.  Well at least we will be able to identify where the leaks are!

We arrived at the mission house and were greeted by Vanessa who will be directing our activities this week.  Our first order of business was a trip to town to try to procure a poncho for one member who neglected to pack one.  Unlike in years past, we were not adventurous enough to walk to town given the forecast and that turned out to be a wise decision as the skies opened up at one point.  Fortunately, we were inside at the time so we joined the locals in the doorway and waited out the worst before heading back to our bus.  We never did find a poncho, but, as will happen often this week, one of us needed something and someone else had brought along something to fulfill the need.

After enjoying our first dinner at the mission house, Vanessa shared her story with her.  A few years ago, after having miscarried a baby, she suffered a serious depression and questioned God.  In her anger and despair, her faith “was broken”.  In the midst of her suffering, she felt called to read the Bible and, through study and prayer she shared with us these things that she learned.  “I am simple and life is hard.  If you have God in your heart, God will see you through the difficult times because it is at your lowest he loves you most”. 

A year later, after having been told by her doctors that she would never have any more children, she gave birth to her youngest who she calls a “milagro” – a miracle.  Shortly thereafter, having worked behind the scenes at El Ayudante for many years, Bill asked if she would fill the position here of managing the mission house.   She had made up her mind when God brought her out of that dark place that she would do whatever he asked of her, and that is what she is doing today.  She calls it her mission to work in partnership with the missionaries who serve here to aid her people. 

She knows that this is an amazing ministry, as do we.  That is why we return here year after year.  As she says, “I can see the love” and tomorrow as we begin our real work here, we will endeavor to continue making God’s love real to the Nicaraguan people.

And as the Pentecostals across the road continue to raise their voices in song, it is raining yet again.

Planning Meeting for October Mission Trip to Nicaragua - Monday, May 16

Fellow Missioners and Interested Friends,

Our next planning meeting for our October Mission trip to Nicaragua will be on Monday, May 16, from 6-7:30 in room KH150.  We will begin the real planning for our trip. We will be discussing what we would like to collect as donations to bring with us and how we will go about doing that. As you know, our trip this year is a month earlier than in the past, which allows one less planning meeting to prepare so please come and share any questions or concerns that you may have in helping you decide whether this is the year you will be joining us. 

Dinner will be available for a small fee so we will need to know by next Wednesday (May 11) whether you can attend the meeting. Please RSVP to Vicki Walker by May 12, either by email or phone her at 813-253-5388. 

Looking forward to seeing you all there.

In Christ,
Trish Krider

For a look at Nicaragua missions past, click here.

NIcaragua - Final thoughts

by Trish Krider

As we began our week here, Bill told us that he will be leaving to return home to Tennessee.  For those of us who have known him for years, it is sad to think of coming here and not seeing his smiling face and listening to him talk about "his kids" in his deep Tennessee accent.  But Bill faces every day knowing that there will be many thousand more tomorrows for El Ayudante.  He trusts that God will provide.  This is true faith in action.

It was not all work here.  We had fun times, too.  But even in the fun, we were fulfilling our ultimate mission; building relationships - with the Nicaraguan people, with each other and with our Lord.  Our day at the sports complex hardly felt like a mission trip but, as Bill said, for the children, "Part of the healing process is doing the irrelevant stuff."  And he always has a special thanks for "luvin' up on my kids."

We shared some tears together as we were touched by the evidence of the presence of Jesus around us but there were also many times of joy and riotous moments of laughter.  Ask those of us who played group games nightly about the interesting charade used to evoke the answer "Busta Rhymes" or what the most interesting answer was to a question about a dream vacation.

Faith in action is just one of the many things we have learned here.  We have learned a lot about each other and how we differ.  Some love solitude while some are the life of the party.  A few retire early while others choose to stay up late (sometimes until 10 o'clock!) and play games.  Quiet mornings come easy to some, but to others, not talking is a great sacrifice.  We are young and old, men and women, married and single, with kids (or grandkids) or not. 

And yet we are the same.  We learned to be present in the moment and to go forth in faith with attentive eyes.  We are crushed and broken so we can go forth in prayer to share him with others.  We are purposeful, and vulnerable and uniquely made.  And we have learned to listen – to each other, to our hearts and to the call of the Lord.

We decided to come on this journey for many different reasons.  Some knew exactly what they planned to do while they were here, while others were never quite sure.  Perhaps God’s sole reason for placing the desire to participate in this mission on our heart is so that we would put the trappings of the world behind us – the excess, the relative luxury, the “things” – and know that what God gives us is all we’ll ever need and that just being here is enough as we all gave just exactly what God had planned.

But all of these differences and similarities, tears and laughter, served to help us get to know each other better.  It helped to bond us together in faith and love as we united here in Nicaragua to MAKE GOD'S LOVE REAL.  And the rocking chairs on this porch will never be empty because each of us leaves a piece of our heart.

So tomorrow we transition home to our loved ones leaving behind this land of endless beauty and devastating poverty.  Our challenge will be to return to our everyday lives – our lives of paved roads, well supplied schools and hot showers, our lives of air conditioning, medical specialists and hardwood floors, our lives of fancy cars and overstuffed pantries and distractions – and remember.  Remember our commitment to be the body of Christ in this world.  And remember that while we are each just a pebble making a small ripple in the ocean of humanity, together we create a majestic wave, spreading the love of God.  I think I can speak for all of us when I say, “Ya listo yo estoy” - I am ready!

 

En Cristo,

Your 2010 Hyde Park Mission Team

P.S. - Please keep us in your prayers as we journey home to you.  And as a special favor to Bill, please pray also that his little girl, Jenny Miranda, gets her passport so that she can be reunited with her mom.

The Canvas of God

By Mandy Cloninger

A group of us opted for a hike to the top of El Cerro Negro (the black hill) this morning (Thursday) including Bobby, Chuck, Dylan, Greg, Jesse, Nicole, Pam B., Pam M., our translator, Dennis, and  me. I didn’t really know what to expect but along the way it was a bit like my faith journey – it was a rough ride with lots of bumps along the way, a few places where we got stuck, it was hot and not always very comfortable, and then to embrace the real fun of the day we had to decide how we were going to approach that hill on the way down. 

The ride to and from El Cerro Negro was about an hour long in the Rhino Rally. It was an adventure all by itself, and traveling a less populated area with lush farm land and rich vegetation really gave us the opportunity to see the beauty that abounds in Nicaragua.  We dodged all sorts of farm animals left and right, pigs, horses, longhorns, roosters, chickens, dogs, and many of them were so thin that you could see their ribs and knobby knees and bones protruding from their skin. While the soil is fertile and the vegetation lush, many here struggle to feed themselves as well as the animals that they rely on to earn a living. Some men were farming the land using a simple plow made from a thick tree branch or trunk and driven by two longhorns. Their rows were meticulous and lined the hills surrounding us. The homes were open, many of them lean-tos, and the bright clothing on the laundry line provided specks of color to dot the lush green landscape.

El Cerro Negro is an active volcano and the youngest in Central America. It last erupted in 1999. The slopes are steep, and it is truly a “black hill” that lacks any vegetation. On it and surrounding it are volcanic ash and rocks. The volcano is only 400 meters high, but without a paved trail you follow the natural path by climbing rocks and ash as it winds its way to the top.

The hike itself was steep and not terribly difficult (my clumsy self only stumbled once along some loose rocks), and it took less than an hour. Near the top we climbed down near the center of the volcano where sulphur had formed and the colors were brilliant, and the earth was so hot beneath us that steem shot straight from the ground.

At the summit of this active volcano, the humidity, heat and smells of the earth hit you like a ton of bricks. The soles of your shoes are hot, and when you dig just a centimeter or so into the earth, it’s so hot it burns your hand.

From the top as you take in the breathtaking 360 degree view, it’s like being in the middle of the great canvas of God. His color palette is limitless, and his brushstrokes include these deep black and brown tones in the middle, the dark colors of the volcanic ash and earth tones that are the result of previous eruptions. As you turn you see such lush vegetation and greenery and the hues of green are so varied you would need more than a 64-color crayon box, and this canvas keeps on going to include the peaks of all the volcanoes in a row and a view to the Pacific Ocean and the city of Leon. It could only be the divine hand of God who has created such beauty in our surroundings. His brushstrokes paint the canvas with such a lush landscape and beautiful colors, that for many of us, our natural surroundings have provided a magnificent backdrop to experience and hear the voice of God. El Ayudante, the trip to see a sunset at the Pacific Ocean and the climb to the top of Cerro Negro have been tremendous opportunities to connect with God in Nicaragua.

As our group neared the end of the climb, the steep descent is like a slide to the bottom, a slide of volcanic ash and rock, and for many the place that gave them the most concern as we fretted about tumbling head first straight down. It’s really up to each thrill seeker how they approach the descent, you can run, jump, slide, or just meander your way down very carefully.

For Bobby, our resident marathoner and runner, it was a super fast run straight down , he reached the bottom first, of course, as he was a veteran and our fearless leader along the climb, checking in with the stragglers and the slower ones all along the way. He kept a careful eye on us from the bottom as the group made their way down.

Pam B., Pam M. and Jesse went their own way down a different side. And isn’t that sometimes how it is with God? Pam B. is a missioner in action, I can’t even count the number of stories she has shared about her many travels around the globe, and Pam M. started seminary this year. El Ayudante provided her the place to respond to God’s calling on her life. And Jesse I am certain was providing a helping hand to these women, ever the gentlemen, offering to help carry some of their load or just offering a kind word along the way.

The rest of our group approached the descent together, and then picked our individual approach on the way down. Greg and Nicole filmed the descent documentary with their multitude of electronic gadgets and captured every moment on film and video. Dylan was careful in his approach as even his white shirt he was wearing didn’t appear that dirty upon our return. And Chuck, well, he was a bit like a little boy who got a little excited with the bouncing and jumping and scraped his elbow.

I couldn’t help but think how each of us approached that descent is a lot like how we grow in our faith journey. Some of us jump right in and we run, bounce, jump and dance our way into relationship with God, some of us approach it very carefully and methodically with baby steps testing out those waters (or ashes in this case) to see how stable it is, others of us, wouldn’t be able to do it without someone helping to guide us along the way.

I wanted to give it a go, I didn’t want to run, in fact, I like to say I only run when something is chasing me, but I wanted to experience the descent like an adventurer in a new country.  I carefully tested my footing, gave a short slow run, ever carefully using gravity to pull me back and not really giving into it. Then my Nicaraguan friend, Dennis, helped me along the way, “Come on, Mandy, jump, just try it, here hold my hand.”

And so that’s how I made it down, I had a friend guiding me along the way holding my hand as I jumped, ran, skipped and danced my way to the bottom.