In Acceptance Lieth Peace
By Amy Carmichael
He said, "I will forget the dying faces;
The empty places,
They shall be filled again.
O voices mourning deep within me, cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in forgetting lieth peace.
He said, 'I will crowd action upon action,
The strife of faction
Shall stir me and sustain;
O tears that drown the fire of manhood, cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in endeavor lieth peace.
He said 'I will withdraw me and be quiet,
Why meddle in life's riot?
Shut be my door to pain.
Desire, thou dost befool me, thou shalt cease.'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in aloofness lieth peace.
He said, 'I will submit; I am defeated.
God hath depleted
My life of its rich gain,
O futile murmurings, why will ye not cease?'
But vain the word; vain, vain;
Not in submission lieth peace.
He said, 'I will accept the breaking sorrow
Which God tomorrow
Will to His son explain.'
Then did the turmoil deep within him cease.
Not vain the word, not vain;
For in acceptance lieth peace.
Updates, poems, and stories of Rachel's missionary journey.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tomorrow, I come to the end of my 31st year. It hasn't been easy, but I've grown and learned to control my emocions better. I also learned recently that most of the year, I've had parasites. No wonder I've felt so bad! Antibiotics are doing their job, so hopefully I'll be recovered soon. I'm nearing the end of my job, and my stay in the US. I am preparing to return. I will have little time from now on to meet with anyone individually. I hope you will be able to come to the fundraiser and spend some time with me then. See you November 8!
Friday, October 24, 2008
My Name is Poor
By Rachel C. Deal
Hello. My name is Poor America.
I woke up this morning in a government paid-for apartment.
I showered in hot water—for twenty minutes.
I ate Kellogg's Rice Krispies® with 2% milk and a donut.
I drove to Wal-Mart five blocks away in my old Buick.
I filled up with gasoline that costs $3.89/ gallon.
I bought $100 worth of food with government-provided food stamps.
I had a cough.
I drove to the doctor.
I showed my medical card and was seen for free.
I drove to Penny's.
I bought a pair of Nike tennis shoes on credit.
I drove home.
It was hot outside.
I turned up the air conditioner.
My kids came home from school.
We watched T.V. and ate microwaved pizza.
I took a nap while the kids did their homework.
I did not go to work.
I have no job.
I did not look for work.
I did not need to.
The government takes care of me.
My name is Poor America.
Am I poor?
Hello. My name is Poor Perú.
I woke up this morning, early, before the sun became angry.
I showered from a bucket of well water that I collected last night.
I did not eat breakfast.
I walked five miles into town to look for work.
I stood in a long line and waited many hours to be turned down.
I had a cough.
I walked home.
It was hot.
I cooked rice over a fire.
My kids came home from school.
We ate rice, our one meal of the day.
I swept the dirt floor while the kids did their homework.
I left the kids with Grandma so that I could look for work.
I walked two miles.
I swept the floor of a restaurant and received a dollar.
I bought three eggs and a tomato to add to the rice tomorrow.
I walked home.
My shoes have worn thin.
It was dark.
I went to bed, hungry.
My name is Poor Perú.
Am I poor?
By Rachel C. Deal
Hello. My name is Poor America.
I woke up this morning in a government paid-for apartment.
I showered in hot water—for twenty minutes.
I ate Kellogg's Rice Krispies® with 2% milk and a donut.
I drove to Wal-Mart five blocks away in my old Buick.
I filled up with gasoline that costs $3.89/ gallon.
I bought $100 worth of food with government-provided food stamps.
I had a cough.
I drove to the doctor.
I showed my medical card and was seen for free.
I drove to Penny's.
I bought a pair of Nike tennis shoes on credit.
I drove home.
It was hot outside.
I turned up the air conditioner.
My kids came home from school.
We watched T.V. and ate microwaved pizza.
I took a nap while the kids did their homework.
I did not go to work.
I have no job.
I did not look for work.
I did not need to.
The government takes care of me.
My name is Poor America.
Am I poor?
Hello. My name is Poor Perú.
I woke up this morning, early, before the sun became angry.
I showered from a bucket of well water that I collected last night.
I did not eat breakfast.
I walked five miles into town to look for work.
I stood in a long line and waited many hours to be turned down.
I had a cough.
I walked home.
It was hot.
I cooked rice over a fire.
My kids came home from school.
We ate rice, our one meal of the day.
I swept the dirt floor while the kids did their homework.
I left the kids with Grandma so that I could look for work.
I walked two miles.
I swept the floor of a restaurant and received a dollar.
I bought three eggs and a tomato to add to the rice tomorrow.
I walked home.
My shoes have worn thin.
It was dark.
I went to bed, hungry.
My name is Poor Perú.
Am I poor?
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Global People
"Global People" never fully adjust to one culture: their own or their adopted one. Their old philosophy of ethnocentrism and uniformity is shattered (meaning: everything is equal, or my way is best). They now have a new philosophy of cultural variety (meaning: there are differences that work in each place). Within themselves, global people are a part of both worlds. When abroad, Americans dream of America and need little rituals that reaffirm this part of themselves--a food package from home, a letter, an American visitor from "home" who brings the latest news. When in America, they dream of their adopted country, and need little rituals that reaffirm this part of themselves--a conversation in that language with someone from "home" who shares the latest news, a meal with its food. They become alienated from those from their homeland, and they never fully fit into their adopted country. They find that their closest assosiates are other global people. Global people seem happiest when they are flying from one country to the other!
(from Cultural Differences by Paul Hiebert)
"La gente global” nunca se adapta completamente a una cultura: su propia tierra ni la adoptiva. Su vieja filosofia de etnocentrismo y uniformidad esta echado por tierra (todo es igual o mi manera de hacer algo es lo mejor). Ahora tiene una nueva filosofia de la variedad cultural (hay diferencias que funcionan en cada lugar). Desde dentro, la gente global se considera parte de ambos mundos. En el extranjero, el Americano suena de America y necesita rituales pequenos que reafirma esa parte en si mismo: un paquete de comida americana o un visita que trae noticias “de casa.” En America, suena de su pais adoptivo y necesita rituales pequenos que reafirma esa parte de si mismo: un plato tipico, una conversacion en la lengua adoptiva con alguien que comparte las noticias “de casa.” Esta alejado de sus paisanos y nunca se encaja completamente en su pais adoptivo. Se encuentra que sus companeros mas cercanos son otra gente global. La gente global parece mas feliz cuando vuele de un pais al otro!
(de Las Diferencias Culturales por Paul Hiebert)
"Global People" never fully adjust to one culture: their own or their adopted one. Their old philosophy of ethnocentrism and uniformity is shattered (meaning: everything is equal, or my way is best). They now have a new philosophy of cultural variety (meaning: there are differences that work in each place). Within themselves, global people are a part of both worlds. When abroad, Americans dream of America and need little rituals that reaffirm this part of themselves--a food package from home, a letter, an American visitor from "home" who brings the latest news. When in America, they dream of their adopted country, and need little rituals that reaffirm this part of themselves--a conversation in that language with someone from "home" who shares the latest news, a meal with its food. They become alienated from those from their homeland, and they never fully fit into their adopted country. They find that their closest assosiates are other global people. Global people seem happiest when they are flying from one country to the other!
(from Cultural Differences by Paul Hiebert)
"La gente global” nunca se adapta completamente a una cultura: su propia tierra ni la adoptiva. Su vieja filosofia de etnocentrismo y uniformidad esta echado por tierra (todo es igual o mi manera de hacer algo es lo mejor). Ahora tiene una nueva filosofia de la variedad cultural (hay diferencias que funcionan en cada lugar). Desde dentro, la gente global se considera parte de ambos mundos. En el extranjero, el Americano suena de America y necesita rituales pequenos que reafirma esa parte en si mismo: un paquete de comida americana o un visita que trae noticias “de casa.” En America, suena de su pais adoptivo y necesita rituales pequenos que reafirma esa parte de si mismo: un plato tipico, una conversacion en la lengua adoptiva con alguien que comparte las noticias “de casa.” Esta alejado de sus paisanos y nunca se encaja completamente en su pais adoptivo. Se encuentra que sus companeros mas cercanos son otra gente global. La gente global parece mas feliz cuando vuele de un pais al otro!
(de Las Diferencias Culturales por Paul Hiebert)
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Home:
When I am in Peru, part of me misses the States. And vice versa. I realize that I will never truly be satisfied until I reach my heavenly home. But until then, my heart is leaning toward Peru!
However, after a busy eight months working with the children’s clubs and Amazon villages, I made a trip home for grief therapy, which helped me remember my dad while letting go of some of the sadness. Stomach pain led to a double hernia surgery; and complications led to a hospital stay and huge medical bills. A lack of US insurance coverage forced me to look for a job to help pay the bills; the Lord gave me a sub position at St. Patrick Elementary as a reading teacher. I am also taking a world missions course, Perspectives, which has caused the flame in my heart for God’s name to be glorified among all people groups burn even greater.
I return to Peru early December to work with the river ministry and children’s clubs—Christmas time is busy—and to prepare for Josué’s and my small Peruvian wedding set for February 7. Later in the year we will have a reception in Louisville, KY. We will continue to be involved with the work in Iquitos as well as spend time in the States preparing for long-term ministry.
Thank you for your faithful support, prayers, and encouragement, especially this past year. I am in need of regular supporters and ask that you consider becoming part of my team, financially and prayerfully, as I invest in winning hearts for the kingdom of God. Thank you! May God reward you abundantly!
Love, Rachel
PS. I need a volunteer to take over the printing and mailing of my quarterly newsletters. Would you consider it, perhaps as your donation?
When I am in Peru, part of me misses the States. And vice versa. I realize that I will never truly be satisfied until I reach my heavenly home. But until then, my heart is leaning toward Peru!
However, after a busy eight months working with the children’s clubs and Amazon villages, I made a trip home for grief therapy, which helped me remember my dad while letting go of some of the sadness. Stomach pain led to a double hernia surgery; and complications led to a hospital stay and huge medical bills. A lack of US insurance coverage forced me to look for a job to help pay the bills; the Lord gave me a sub position at St. Patrick Elementary as a reading teacher. I am also taking a world missions course, Perspectives, which has caused the flame in my heart for God’s name to be glorified among all people groups burn even greater.
I return to Peru early December to work with the river ministry and children’s clubs—Christmas time is busy—and to prepare for Josué’s and my small Peruvian wedding set for February 7. Later in the year we will have a reception in Louisville, KY. We will continue to be involved with the work in Iquitos as well as spend time in the States preparing for long-term ministry.
Thank you for your faithful support, prayers, and encouragement, especially this past year. I am in need of regular supporters and ask that you consider becoming part of my team, financially and prayerfully, as I invest in winning hearts for the kingdom of God. Thank you! May God reward you abundantly!
Love, Rachel
PS. I need a volunteer to take over the printing and mailing of my quarterly newsletters. Would you consider it, perhaps as your donation?
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