Sunday, September 6, 2009

Musings on Mission

Fair warning, Friends... This is essentially my annual report.

One of the greatest joys in my life is learning to walk in someone else's moccasins – or flip-flops, more accurately, here in Kenya – through whatever conditions we may share on God's not-always-green earth. (We would have happily shared New England's soggy June!) The harvest has been sparse in Maseno, and the infrastructure is more fragile than ever. But life does goes on and hope does spring eternal, thanks in great part to all of you.

Walking in someone else's flip-flops is also one of my greatest concerns, as I try to be accountable to "people back home." My missionary heart still leaps in response to the plea I heard from Central America's Primate, Bishop Martin Barahona: "Walk with us, mano en mano (hand in hand) and side by side. Don't forget us!" I loved walking and working with the people of El Salvador in 2007, and I love walking and working with the people of Kenya today. I can't – and don't and won't – forget any one of them. At the same time I can't – and don't and won't – forget any one of you.

I am painfully aware of my own culture's pressure to be "cost-effective," to "accomplish things" and to "create self-sustaining projects." I have been frugal, but is that the same as cost-effective? I have not "accomplished" any great things in the almost-year I've been in Maseno, but I take comfort in Mother Teresa's words, "We can only do small things with great love." I have not created any yet-proven self-sustaining projects, but I've been quietly working with our Kenyan brothers and sisters to facilitate several of them.

At the request of Bishop Simon Oketch, Diocese of Maseno North, I have tried to help support a weary hospital staff and nurture its wearier-still patients. I've also tried to be of support to Nan and Gerry Hardison, our deeply committed Episcopal Church missionaries who have been serving in Kenya for 10 years. Through my hands, you have given 160 chickens to Esiamboko AIDS orphans for school fees and sustenance; helped to establish fledgling community pharmacies in both Ebwali and Ekwanda; and created a scholarship fund - via its choir's CD sales – for St. Philip's Theological College. You have also contributed money for 650 orphan blankets for kids who sleep on cold, jiggers-infested ground. And you have generously donated four x-ray view boxes, two suction machines and two life-sustaining oxygenators to Maseno Hospital, plus $8,000 for pharmacy supplies.

I am grateful for those opportunities because, in every case, we were specifically invited to help. And I remain convinced that it is presumptuous for us to impose our best-intentioned ideas upon another culture without being asked. No one is going to save, or even change, the world, but together we really can make a difference, especially if we let go of our own definitions of "change" and listen to the people who are in need. After a year in Maseno, I have renewed respect for the realities of poverty and for the efforts of the men, women and children who "keep on keeping on," in spite of those realities.

People can and do live with dignity in poverty, to paraphrase a remarkable missionary who works in Tanzania. It seems as important, to me, to honor that dignity as it is to work alongside people to help them alleviate it. It is a holy thing to step out in faith, to walk mano en mano and side by side, in one another's flip-flops. Mission is about this kind of relationship. Asante/thank you for stepping out and walking with us in Maseno.

Ours is a ministry of presence and praxis (diakonia: practical service in the name of the gospel) as much as, or even more than, it is a ministry of accomplishment. Yes, that creates a conundrum, a moral dilemma of sorts, as we continue to support and LIVE mission in the world, especially during our currently "interesting times." Times probably weren't any less interesting 2000 years ago, however, when Jesus said, "Love one another." He didn't say, "Love one another when you can comfortably afford it." Jesus also said, "Feed my sheep." He didn't say "Count them."

As I near the end of my first term as a Volunteer in Mission for The Episcopal Church to the Anglican Church of Kenya, I am especially grateful for the love and support you have given me, the hospital staff and patients, and the community of Maseno. Together we have made a difference. Together we may even have dispelled a few stereotypes about North Americans: "Wazungu (Europeans/white people) all look alike." "Wazungu are all rich." And "a shangazi (old lady – especially a mzungu old lady!) doesn't climb mountains." I trust that, together, we have dispelled a few stereotypes about our African neighbors, as well.

Above all, I pray that, together, we will continue to work toward a more healthy, hopeful and loving world... "with God's help," as we say every time we reaffirm our baptismal covenant. Archbishop Tutu more succinctly says, "We are all missionaries, or we are nothing." Because of you and people like you, I have been working alongside others who are serving the needs of kids and adults alike in a small, impoverished community in East Africa, where HIV/AIDS is rampant and where two out of ten children die of malaria before the age of five. There is reason for grief in our world, but there is also reason for hope. You are helping to provide that hope.

The people of Maseno know that I am here because you care about them. I know I am here because you care about me, too. We have been working together in body and spirit at the hospital, orphan clinics and in the community, treating everything from AIDS and anthrax to typhoid and TB. Poverty, disease and, sadly, corruption are devastating Kenya. People are struggling to simply survive. Forty-eight percent of medical care in the country is provided by mission hospitals which get no support from Kenya's government, nor from the NGO's. The hospitals are struggling to survive, as well. This hospital and its patients are surviving because of you who are sharing so fully, in so many ways – walking in our flip-flops! – in a ministry of healing and hope and love.

Loving one another, as I recently wrote to friends at St. Andrew's, is the first and great – but by no means the easiest – commandment. Mission is just one way to love, of course, and mission is "done" in our own back yards, as well, so these next few months will be a time of discernment for us all. I feel honored to be invited to return to Maseno, on your behalf, after a few weeks at home in the fall. We have a very good start on fund-raising, but I will need your prayerful support. If I am to be a continuing presence here, we will all need to consider some significant personal, family and financial matters. Perhaps we will also need to consider what my/our absence would mean.

In my admittedly anxious dotage, I go "back to basics" and revert to my Midwestern childhood. I turn to prayer, to morality tales (The Little Engine that Could) and even to nursery rhymes. Do you remember "Deedle deedle dumpling... One shoe (flip-flop) off and one shoe (flip-flop) on"? Well, at the moment, one of my flip-flops is in Kenya, and one is in the U.S. I am waiting for one or the other to drop, wondering where it will land, as we discern together. And I am praying. Where is God in all of this? Where are we? And how "will we seek to serve Christ in all persons, loving our neighbors as ourselves?"

1 comment:

Nancy Rowe said...

Dianne....such a blessing you are. Such a gift you have of writing and helping tell the story. So many answers are not easy. I shall pray for your safety, for God's presence and guidance. I am thankful for "knowing" you. You are blessing my life and that of many others. I feel sometimes, ministries like this, cannot be measured, cannot be labeled, cannot be listed pretty-like on some big written report.(drives the analytical people nuts!) But ministries like this, ultimately are left up to God. He chooses what we do. He gets the total credit. We sometimes do not even get to see the "report" of what we accomplished while walking on this earth. But you ARE accomplishing things mightily! God bless you!