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  • February22nd

    Hello world!  My name is Zach Smith and I work for LUO here in Jeffrey’s Bay, South Africa.  In the days to come I will be sharing some of the LUO journey with you and I hope you’ll check back every Monday for my weekly updates on the happenings in ZA.

    -May your hearts be full of…

    Love. Joy. Peace.

    Zach

    As the teachers prepared materials for the first charcoal sketching class, the room full of children looked on with eager anticipation.  Each child’s eyes’ excitedly followed the teachers’ hands as they pulled out sketching paper and boxes full of charcoal pencils from their bags.  It was like Christmas morning and a soft, energized whisper began to fill the room.   “What is in those boxes?” their faces seemed to ask.  The kids were on the edge of their seats as the boxes were opened and their contents were spilled onto each table.  However, a strange, puzzled look formed where joyful smiles had been moments before.  One brave child picked up a piece of charcoal and as if speaking for the entire group, matter-o-factly said, “I thought we were going to draw, this is for making fire.” His peers’ quizzical brows and heads nodded in agreement as if to say, “you can’t fool us, we are onto you.”  For someone who had never used charcoal pencils to draw, the pile did resemble the wood charcoal they use for cooking.  We all had a good laugh after explaining that it was indeed for drawing.

    At Ithemba we are revamping our afterschool tutoring/mentoring program.  In doing so, we are trying to create an environment that pulls children in, that is, programs that kids actually WANT to be apart of.  A large component of the new programming focuses the ever-fabulous “arts,” specifically real art and dance.  Here is why-

    Art attempts to capture beauty, to encapsulate the ethos of an idea or moment with all its nuanced shading, to celebrate burgeoning creativity, to tell a story in form.  For most of us beauty is all around.  We live in a world of beautiful people and of beautiful places.  In many cases humans champion beauty, even worship it. The longing for beauty is woven in the very fabric of out soul, an invisible thumbprint of the Creator God.

    Yet for some beauty is not so obvious; their reality speaks of decay and their lives are painted with hardship.  I don’t mean to imply that art doesn’t exist in these places, because art is everywhere, but rather a formal space is not carved out to celebrate art.  Perhaps these are the places and people that need art the most- to serve as a reminder that beauty does exist in a broken.  A splash of color here or stroke of the brush there may bring life where it once was forgotten.

    Life, abundant, beautiful life is what we want for the kids we serve at Ithemba.  We want them to know that their Heavenly Father is not only Creator but has also gifted them with the ability to create.  This is now our second week of the art program and let me tell you, create they have.  IT’S BEEN AWESOME!  To see kids, who think they can’t make anything, glow in pride after realizing that they can create has been priceless.   As they realize they CAN do something, their confidence and self worth continue to grow- all this through art.

    Liza Marie, the local art teacher who is helping run the program, has already identified some kids who have some talent.  Because of the new program we will be able to foster their artistic gift, as we continue to develop well-rounded children.  How cool is that?  Liza Marie has been a great teacher and encourager for the kids and we’re excited about her commitment to Ithemba.

    I could keep going but I’ll let the pictures do their “thing.”

  • February14th

  • February1st

    Gavin and I just got back from a trip to Cambodia.  It was a vacation…totally unrelated to LUO…but totally encouraging to continue our mission.  I knew that there was poverty in Cambodia, I knew about its war torn history but I don’t think that anything could really prepare me for what we saw.  Our experience was devastating, overwhelming, heart breaking.  Now that I am home and able to reflect on our time…my heart is breaking more and more for the people there.  Yes, there was joy, there was beauty, there was glimmers of hope.  In spite of so much hurt and desperation, the people of Cambodia are full of warmth and love…but the thing that I can not shake, the thing that is haunting me, is the dull, lifeless eyes of the children that I met in a small beach town called Sihanoukville.  Sihanoukville is a  very popular backpacking destination and full of tourists…the locals have definitely capitalized on that.  You can buy EVERYTHING imaginable on the beaches…but the adults are not the ones selling it, their children are.

    These kids are unbelievably beautiful and unbelievably hardened.  They walk the beaches from dawn until dusk, every single day…no food, no clean water, no sun protection.  Their job is to sell…they sell bracelets, fruits, pedicures, drugs, sex…they sell everything..they sell their innocents.

    In my experience, kids are kids.  Yes, some children have lived through absolutely terrible reality….the kids in La Chureca (the city dump of Managua, Nicaragua) have been exposed to horrible things and made to sell themselves in much the same way.  They are forced to work in the trash…The children in J’Bay have live through unmentionable atrocities.  They have seen terrible violence, they have been abandoned and neglected…but when you smile at them, when you give them a hug, when you run around a start a game of tag…the burdens start to fall off, their eyes light up, for just a minute…they are kids, they have joy, they have a light inside of them that has not been put out by their hardships.  The children that I met on the beaches were not like this.  No matter how much I tried to play, how much I tried to love them, how much I tried to show them that I cared…they just stared at me with dead eyes and told me I was cheap for not buying what they were selling.  They would get angry if you rejected them…because if they did not preform, they would not eat…they would get beaten and go to bed hungry.

    Seeing these kids literally made me sick to my stomach.  I sat on the beach a sobbed because I felt helpless.  I still don’t know what the answer is.  I don’t know how to help these kids.  But I do know that after what we saw in Cambodia, Gavin and I are more motivated than ever to continue to try to make a difference in the lives of children around the world.  Our trip ignited a fire to break the chains of injustice that are holding so many precious children back from becoming everything that God created them to be.

    We are excited for what this year has in store…excited for the new vision and renewed strength that God has given us…and so thankful that we are on this journey with each of you.  So thankful that because of you, we are able to try to tangibly be the hands and feet of Jesus for these children.  Children are a precious gift from God…they have the potential to change the world…but so many children are being held down by the chains of poverty and injustice and as believers we simply can not stand for it.  It is time to act…2011 is our time to boldly pursue our mission to set children free from poverty.