The radiant light
Cascades through the foliage
Through the smoke the
Crackling of the flame
Through the woods the
Echos of a mother’s
Call.
In the melodic musings of
The birds overhead.
You Echo.
In the quiet, in the cries;
In the silence and the laughter;
You Echo:
“Remember.”
A plumb line to follow.
You are in good company.
“Remember.”
You are in good company.
A company of the Saints.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
The new chapter
G.O.O.D.
God- Odds- Opportunity- Discovery-
I have to say, I’m not a big fan of acronyms or cliches, but honestly, sometimes, it is what it is—cliche or not.
I wish my heart could speak. Truly, beat out at least one measly word for the last 10 years—just one. I have always been one to plan out my words, to follow my heart, yet analyze it first, so that I can tangibly convey my emotions. This, of course, was necessary to explain myself if need be. Perhaps, more accurately, to affirm myself to my self. Because a solid explanation is always needed in life, right?
Nope.
I have always been told, “Some things are unexplainable.” Some are simply felt—-experienced. Not a picture, not a word, only experience can truly define or capture life when it involves the entire self. A mere word could never suffice. After a decade of childhood school days and/or systematically structured life, I have come to my own conclusion that life is good. Not in the cheap, lackluster sense, but Life is Good when it is real; throughout the duration of the good and the bad, just the reality of each day when I cut it down to the core—Life is g.o.o.d.
I found God ten years ago. I always knew He was around, and the way I figure it, He’s kinda like Santa Claus, “He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you’re awake, He knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake…” Moreover, I actually have come to catch glimpses of this “Being” that a majority of humans recognize in one way or another, and not just on Christmas Eve. In a quite humorous vein, I am at a point that I believe the aforementioned carol isn’t too far off when it comes to God. There spirit in this life that surpasses our own understanding as human beings yet seems to be within, among and around us all. The Spirit was with the generations who have come before, and I venture to say with the many to follow. Ten years ago, I made the decision to make the observation time that God had of me, similar to Santa’s watchful eye, more of a conversation. I dared to attempt the impossible—talk to Him. And like any running conversation, there have been interruptions, dropped calls, intense moments as well as silent ones, even those special encounters when nothing needs to be said at all. And, of course, there have been tears as well as smiles. Some points I want to talk, others, not so much. Our conversation could be a short text or an in-depth call that runs into the wee hours of the night…maybe even a meal shared or a jovial laugh. This I have experienced and somewhere within the depths of me, know I always will.
Sticking with my acronym, In the GOOD, with God, there have also been Odds. Odds have come in life and I expect that only a fool could say they have gone for good. These odds, whether deserved or chosen, forced or anticipated, have hurled me into action. Like when caught in on-coming traffic, decisions needed to be made, consequences were faced, more choices presented themselves and the trip continued. A random saying presented it self to me years ago, and has found residence in my being: “Real shit is better than plastic flowers.” The truth of Life. It may not be pretty, but that truth is truth and truth is real. No faking, just living. It may be hideous, daunting and debilitating at times, but there is no other way to go. Trials reveal truths unseen and told. Odds force change and change is different. We can have a place in change. Life may not be easy, but if it is evolving, it is alive. And if I am part of it, I too will evolve.
When Odds force change, change means different and different means Opportunities arise and choice is present. Are we? The question does not stand if there are choices presenting themselves during change, but moreover if we are present to make a choice. In times of change am I willing to explore my options, no matter how bleak they may seem? Am I willing to be patient, listen to others and seek out others’ advice and counsel when it is answer time? I am willing to accept that God is present in the odds and holds opportunities?
I have found that Discovery will come if I choose to participate. If I choose to have the faith to stand, the courage to get back up, believing in more and putting that belief into action, life will open its doors to me. To discover, I have had to go through it all…I needed to believe in more than just me, because odds came and they were bigger than me. I needed to believe to survive, to listen, to see, to walk and explore—overcome, risk and discover.
Life isn’t good because nothing is wrong—life is good when it is being lived—when we are being, “…good for goodness sake.” We have to choose.
God is here, odds will come, and opportunities will present themselves because there are discoveries to be made. All compose Life. And Life is to be lived.
So I begin a new chapter, one in Pasadena, in seminary, pursuing this God who has so intimately and consistently pursued me.
God- Odds- Opportunity- Discovery-
I have to say, I’m not a big fan of acronyms or cliches, but honestly, sometimes, it is what it is—cliche or not.
I wish my heart could speak. Truly, beat out at least one measly word for the last 10 years—just one. I have always been one to plan out my words, to follow my heart, yet analyze it first, so that I can tangibly convey my emotions. This, of course, was necessary to explain myself if need be. Perhaps, more accurately, to affirm myself to my self. Because a solid explanation is always needed in life, right?
Nope.
I have always been told, “Some things are unexplainable.” Some are simply felt—-experienced. Not a picture, not a word, only experience can truly define or capture life when it involves the entire self. A mere word could never suffice. After a decade of childhood school days and/or systematically structured life, I have come to my own conclusion that life is good. Not in the cheap, lackluster sense, but Life is Good when it is real; throughout the duration of the good and the bad, just the reality of each day when I cut it down to the core—Life is g.o.o.d.
I found God ten years ago. I always knew He was around, and the way I figure it, He’s kinda like Santa Claus, “He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you’re awake, He knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake…” Moreover, I actually have come to catch glimpses of this “Being” that a majority of humans recognize in one way or another, and not just on Christmas Eve. In a quite humorous vein, I am at a point that I believe the aforementioned carol isn’t too far off when it comes to God. There spirit in this life that surpasses our own understanding as human beings yet seems to be within, among and around us all. The Spirit was with the generations who have come before, and I venture to say with the many to follow. Ten years ago, I made the decision to make the observation time that God had of me, similar to Santa’s watchful eye, more of a conversation. I dared to attempt the impossible—talk to Him. And like any running conversation, there have been interruptions, dropped calls, intense moments as well as silent ones, even those special encounters when nothing needs to be said at all. And, of course, there have been tears as well as smiles. Some points I want to talk, others, not so much. Our conversation could be a short text or an in-depth call that runs into the wee hours of the night…maybe even a meal shared or a jovial laugh. This I have experienced and somewhere within the depths of me, know I always will.
Sticking with my acronym, In the GOOD, with God, there have also been Odds. Odds have come in life and I expect that only a fool could say they have gone for good. These odds, whether deserved or chosen, forced or anticipated, have hurled me into action. Like when caught in on-coming traffic, decisions needed to be made, consequences were faced, more choices presented themselves and the trip continued. A random saying presented it self to me years ago, and has found residence in my being: “Real shit is better than plastic flowers.” The truth of Life. It may not be pretty, but that truth is truth and truth is real. No faking, just living. It may be hideous, daunting and debilitating at times, but there is no other way to go. Trials reveal truths unseen and told. Odds force change and change is different. We can have a place in change. Life may not be easy, but if it is evolving, it is alive. And if I am part of it, I too will evolve.
When Odds force change, change means different and different means Opportunities arise and choice is present. Are we? The question does not stand if there are choices presenting themselves during change, but moreover if we are present to make a choice. In times of change am I willing to explore my options, no matter how bleak they may seem? Am I willing to be patient, listen to others and seek out others’ advice and counsel when it is answer time? I am willing to accept that God is present in the odds and holds opportunities?
I have found that Discovery will come if I choose to participate. If I choose to have the faith to stand, the courage to get back up, believing in more and putting that belief into action, life will open its doors to me. To discover, I have had to go through it all…I needed to believe in more than just me, because odds came and they were bigger than me. I needed to believe to survive, to listen, to see, to walk and explore—overcome, risk and discover.
Life isn’t good because nothing is wrong—life is good when it is being lived—when we are being, “…good for goodness sake.” We have to choose.
God is here, odds will come, and opportunities will present themselves because there are discoveries to be made. All compose Life. And Life is to be lived.
So I begin a new chapter, one in Pasadena, in seminary, pursuing this God who has so intimately and consistently pursued me.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
What VOOY Means to Me
Every morning I wake up and realize I’m lucky. Lucky to have a house, a bed, food, games, and a family who cares for me. When I saw all the faces of the children in the orphanage, who lived in such bad conditions, I realized how fortunate I truly am. Fifteen children had only one mamita who took care of them and gave them love. Although these children had only a few things, they were smiling and playful. Their happiness does not require the superficial things that our society depends upon. The children of Virgen de Fatima have learned that all a person needs is love. They have been abandoned by their parents and have been left behind. They are always hoping for people with good hearts to adopt them and welcome them into a family.
When I work for Voices of Our Youth, I feel like a hero. I know I’m contributing to this world. I’m granting children an opportunity to have a brighter future and improve the quality of their childhood. VOOY is an evening when we, the youth, are able to share our feelings and thoughts; when we can say what we need to say, and be ourselves. We are able to express our thoughts any way we want. Voices Of Our Youth is the biggest event the middle school organizes and it’s one of the biggest fund-raising events in the whole school.
VOOY is basically a wonderful evening in which we can express our views in many different ways (poems, songs, letters, essays, etc…). This is a unique opportunity when people are all the same; it doesn’t matter where you come from or what you have. What matters the most is that we are all just normal people saying what we need to say.
After VOOY last year, I completely felt like a hero. I knew what we did made the world a better place for those children. When we went to the orphanage, we could play with the children and be with them for an hour or two. When I was playing with them, I could see how happy they were with only the few things they had and a little love. These children definitely deserve something better. We have to help them so that their quality of life can improve. These children deserve to have a caring family who will make them happy. So let’s get to work and all be little heroes.
If you would like to help us make a difference in the lives of the orphans and people of La Paz and Haiti, you can purchase a ticket or make a donation by contacting us at 2792302 or 2794750 ext 203.
Or check our website and donate online at vooylp.yolasite.com
Voices Of Our Youth
“Our Voice is Hope. Our Hope is Change.”
March 25, 2010
vooylp.yolasite.com
-Grade Eight student
When I work for Voices of Our Youth, I feel like a hero. I know I’m contributing to this world. I’m granting children an opportunity to have a brighter future and improve the quality of their childhood. VOOY is an evening when we, the youth, are able to share our feelings and thoughts; when we can say what we need to say, and be ourselves. We are able to express our thoughts any way we want. Voices Of Our Youth is the biggest event the middle school organizes and it’s one of the biggest fund-raising events in the whole school.
VOOY is basically a wonderful evening in which we can express our views in many different ways (poems, songs, letters, essays, etc…). This is a unique opportunity when people are all the same; it doesn’t matter where you come from or what you have. What matters the most is that we are all just normal people saying what we need to say.
After VOOY last year, I completely felt like a hero. I knew what we did made the world a better place for those children. When we went to the orphanage, we could play with the children and be with them for an hour or two. When I was playing with them, I could see how happy they were with only the few things they had and a little love. These children definitely deserve something better. We have to help them so that their quality of life can improve. These children deserve to have a caring family who will make them happy. So let’s get to work and all be little heroes.
If you would like to help us make a difference in the lives of the orphans and people of La Paz and Haiti, you can purchase a ticket or make a donation by contacting us at 2792302 or 2794750 ext 203.
Or check our website and donate online at vooylp.yolasite.com
Voices Of Our Youth
“Our Voice is Hope. Our Hope is Change.”
March 25, 2010
vooylp.yolasite.com
-Grade Eight student
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I Think, I Dream, I Believe, I Speak.
So many people tell me to be quiet, tell me that I'm too young to understand or that I shouldn’t be giving my opinion. As they tell me all these things I become shyer and shyer until I obey and stop speaking. Now I see that I am a real coward. How can I think in such way, how can I let people engrave such nuisance into my head. I respect my father, my mother and my elders, but that doesn’t mean that children think differently or that we as children don’t have the right to speak. I am free to believe whatever I want, it doesn’t matter what’s in my head, and no soul can stop me from doing so. There must be a reason why God gave us the gift of talking from such a young age. For I believe that as we become older, we learn about life and about people. And as we mature, our thoughts have more meaning. Our thoughts have always had a meaning and an importance, but as we mature and grow they develop into strong statements. Grown-ups wait until children are a certain age and then they actually pay attention to these concerns in life. But what adults don’t understand is if they would truly listen, one day these thoughts may be global issues. And parents can be proud because they were supportive, supportive of a person’s thoughts, even if it was just a child’s. This is what Voices of Our Youth means to me; it is a place made by us and directed by us, the children, where you are entertained and enlightened by our speeches.
Do you want to change the world? It isn’t hard; you just need hope, determination and courage. Just open your mind and speak up, ensure that all can listen.
If you would like to help us make a difference in the lives of the orphans and people of La Paz and Haiti, you can purchase a ticket or make a donation by contacting us at 2792302 or 2794750 ext 203.
Or check our website and donate online at http://vooylp.yolasite.com
Voices Of Our Youth
“Our Voice is Hope. Our Hope is Change.”
March 25, 2010
http://vooylp.yolasite.com
-Grade Eight student
Do you want to change the world? It isn’t hard; you just need hope, determination and courage. Just open your mind and speak up, ensure that all can listen.
If you would like to help us make a difference in the lives of the orphans and people of La Paz and Haiti, you can purchase a ticket or make a donation by contacting us at 2792302 or 2794750 ext 203.
Or check our website and donate online at http://vooylp.yolasite.com
Voices Of Our Youth
“Our Voice is Hope. Our Hope is Change.”
March 25, 2010
http://vooylp.yolasite.com
-Grade Eight student
Thursday, March 4, 2010
VOOY is Back
What has now come to be an annual event, Voices Of Our Youth, is back this March 25, 2010!
The students of ACS have been working diligently to have their voices be heard, and not only here in La Paz, but worldwide. This year you can check out what is happening with VOOY online and even join us in helping the orphans of La Paz, the displaced of Bella Vista and the multitudes who still are suffering from the aftermath of the earthquake in Haiti. We are also raising awareness for the those who have been affected by the earthquakes in Chile. After much deliberation, the middle school students came to a consensus that the proceeds of their efforts would be best used in these places.
In early Feb. a neighborhood only miles from our school was destroyed by landslides. Today, hundreds are still living under tents, banning together and hoping for help. This is Bella Vista. We continue to aid Para Los Niños, a local nonprofit organization that is reaching out to orphanages throughout La Paz. Last year, our slogan was "I am the one whose voice can change the world." This year the students wanted to honor that sentiment and help the people of Haiti as well as those here in Bolivia.
So another year has come and our voice still speaks. Join us this year as our slogan is, "Our Voice is Hope. Our Hope is Change."
Check out our new website, http://vooylp.yolasite.com and join our Facebook group, Voices Of Our Youth, Bolivia, and receive updates on what is happening with VOOY 2010!
Thanks for all of your support!
The students of ACS have been working diligently to have their voices be heard, and not only here in La Paz, but worldwide. This year you can check out what is happening with VOOY online and even join us in helping the orphans of La Paz, the displaced of Bella Vista and the multitudes who still are suffering from the aftermath of the earthquake in Haiti. We are also raising awareness for the those who have been affected by the earthquakes in Chile. After much deliberation, the middle school students came to a consensus that the proceeds of their efforts would be best used in these places.
In early Feb. a neighborhood only miles from our school was destroyed by landslides. Today, hundreds are still living under tents, banning together and hoping for help. This is Bella Vista. We continue to aid Para Los Niños, a local nonprofit organization that is reaching out to orphanages throughout La Paz. Last year, our slogan was "I am the one whose voice can change the world." This year the students wanted to honor that sentiment and help the people of Haiti as well as those here in Bolivia.
So another year has come and our voice still speaks. Join us this year as our slogan is, "Our Voice is Hope. Our Hope is Change."
Check out our new website, http://vooylp.yolasite.com and join our Facebook group, Voices Of Our Youth, Bolivia, and receive updates on what is happening with VOOY 2010!
Thanks for all of your support!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
today and every day...
Sometimes I feel as though if I am writing here, it has to have some weight, some bearing. I don't like wasting people's time to read something that doesn't say something "important" or thoughtful. Sometimes I wonder what really meets those requirements. Truly, if you are reading this you are probably close enough to me that you are just checking to make sure that I am still alive and Bolivia hasn't imploded yet. Well, it hasn't, if you are wondering.
The presidential elections have come and gone and the incumbent government continues to gain strength. The country is evolving and as it is everywhere else in the world, only time will tell where we will be in the future.
And with that, time will tell where we all will be in the future...trust and obey...
So I am well and the year is off and running. There is much in store and I look forward to experiencing each moment. My goal is to live in the moment this year, as I am more aware of my blessings and treasures in life today, as my time in Bolivia is waning. If you haven't officially heard, I have been accepted and will be attending Fuller Theological Seminary in Pasadena, California, next year. I look to the future with joy and anticipation, yet live for today, with hope to not miss a thing!
Voices of our Youth is up and running for its 3rd year and the high schoolers are spear-heading the movement! The middle school students have voted that 70% of the proceeds will go to Bolivia: the orphanage we have been supporting as well as a local community that has been wiped out due to rains and landslides. More houses are lost each day as the rain is relentless right now. The other 30% of the funds raised are going to Haiti. The kids have spoken and their voices will be heard on Thursday, March 25. In the last two years we have raised close to $5,000 and this year we are able to accept international donations through our newly created PayPal account and web page, thanks to our students and administration! The students are in the process of finalizing the web page and it will be up and running quite soon. I am proud of their hearts and their efforts. They are passionate and are ready to change the world, here and abroad. I hope and pray that their passion never dies. They motivate me to keep mine burning!
I hope too that you are alive, well and passionate, wherever you may find yourself in life.
Grace and blessings to you this day and every day.
The presidential elections have come and gone and the incumbent government continues to gain strength. The country is evolving and as it is everywhere else in the world, only time will tell where we will be in the future.
And with that, time will tell where we all will be in the future...trust and obey...
So I am well and the year is off and running. There is much in store and I look forward to experiencing each moment. My goal is to live in the moment this year, as I am more aware of my blessings and treasures in life today, as my time in Bolivia is waning. If you haven't officially heard, I have been accepted and will be attending Fuller Theological Seminary in Pasadena, California, next year. I look to the future with joy and anticipation, yet live for today, with hope to not miss a thing!
Voices of our Youth is up and running for its 3rd year and the high schoolers are spear-heading the movement! The middle school students have voted that 70% of the proceeds will go to Bolivia: the orphanage we have been supporting as well as a local community that has been wiped out due to rains and landslides. More houses are lost each day as the rain is relentless right now. The other 30% of the funds raised are going to Haiti. The kids have spoken and their voices will be heard on Thursday, March 25. In the last two years we have raised close to $5,000 and this year we are able to accept international donations through our newly created PayPal account and web page, thanks to our students and administration! The students are in the process of finalizing the web page and it will be up and running quite soon. I am proud of their hearts and their efforts. They are passionate and are ready to change the world, here and abroad. I hope and pray that their passion never dies. They motivate me to keep mine burning!
I hope too that you are alive, well and passionate, wherever you may find yourself in life.
Grace and blessings to you this day and every day.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving
Just a note of thanks to you all, for all. On this Thanksgiving, I hope we can stop and smile and feel. Feel the love of our families, our communities and our God. I hope we can feel this so that we in turn can share this very precious love with the world around us in all that we do. I feel blessed to be a part of a community that does just that with each action of their day.
So absorb the love and gratitude that we are so blessed to feel and be aware of. The simple love of a friend, a parent, a sibling, a spouse. For this simple love is the core of who we are, yet sadly is so simply overlooked and falls to the wayside. For this simple love can not be lost; for if we feel it slipping, look to the greater source, in his majestic mountains, bright blue skies, and the warm, soft breeze--allow it to capture you. For we have a God who loves us oh so much to surround us with beauty so that we may never lose sight, never let go.
Thank you for sharing His beauty with me each day, showing me the truth of life is more than a dollar sign, or an A+ in the situations of our lives. It is relationship; this is the thing to truly be thankful for, and for this I truly am.
Grace, peace and blessings upon you all.
Love,
Lyndsey
So absorb the love and gratitude that we are so blessed to feel and be aware of. The simple love of a friend, a parent, a sibling, a spouse. For this simple love is the core of who we are, yet sadly is so simply overlooked and falls to the wayside. For this simple love can not be lost; for if we feel it slipping, look to the greater source, in his majestic mountains, bright blue skies, and the warm, soft breeze--allow it to capture you. For we have a God who loves us oh so much to surround us with beauty so that we may never lose sight, never let go.
Thank you for sharing His beauty with me each day, showing me the truth of life is more than a dollar sign, or an A+ in the situations of our lives. It is relationship; this is the thing to truly be thankful for, and for this I truly am.
Grace, peace and blessings upon you all.
Love,
Lyndsey
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Do We?
“Sunday”, derived from one language, which came from another, as are most words within the English language. From one to the next, we trace back through Germanic languages finally landing upon its Latin origin: dies solis (“day of the sun”). Amazing what one can come upon with a quick click of the mouse. The sun, the source of our existence on Earth. Without it, we are nothing. It would make sense that our ancestors would name a day in its honor and stop to appreciate something which solely gives asking for nothing in return. This would leave me with the begging question: Are we following suite?
Now, whether it be the seventh day or the first of a calendar week, we see Sunday as a day of rest, Sabbath within many cultures. I realize Saturday is the chosen day of Sabbath within the Jewish culture, being that the Lord created in six days, and on the seventh rested. This again rests upon the calendar and depending upon where you geographically have settled and the small grid of squares upon which you gaze, you’re going to see Sunday both as day one and seven. For the sake of argument, day seven or Saturday within the Jewish calendar could very well be Sunday. On the seventh day He rested. Also, followers are called to give their first fruits to the Lord your God. SO whether it be beginning the week focusing upon the source of life or the end of the week showing thanks, it is a consecrated day. Interestingly enough, in Greek, as well as Portuguese, the words for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc. mean second, third fourth, etc. Again, the wonders one can come upon surfing the web.
Previous to, or aside from Christianity and Judaism, Sunday or another day of the week are still placed aside as reverent days of gratitude and rest. The Sun itself is an irrefutable source of life, an origin of transferable energy which from life is produced and further multiplied. Today, to some extent we break from our work-week, but do we rest? Are we reverent? Grateful?
There is no “true” factual basis of the origin of the sun, yet we would be fools not to recognize its power and importance. Hence, people have bowed to it, entered into rituals and offered sacrifices. This was/ is a way of showing gratitude. I do not believe that this glowing ball of fire demanded this upon humans, but it was we who decided upon this necessity. Jesus, the Son of God is considered by many, identical to our center of the universe…a source who solely gives asking for nothing in return.
Jesus Christ is an example of the energy of life. His origin is elusive to us as is the Sun’s. Through his warmth, he loved and accepted all those he came in contact with, healed and fed those along his path. His quiet strength radiated far passed his immediate location and continued to bear life.
Sons emanate the life of their fathers. I would like to propose that these two life sources, the Sun and the Son, come from the same origin of life and are clear and irrefutable examples of life and what we are too designed to be—Bearers of life. We are to be as they are: sources whom solely give, asking for nothing in return. What does the Sun need from us? What does Christ need from us? Everyone is provided for when everyone gives as both the Sun and the Son do. Life mirrors life.
So this Sunday, go back to the source, pause and be thankful…Ponder for a moment. What/Who is this energy, this life that we have? What characteristics does it bear and radiate…what do we absorb and in turn exude?
Now, whether it be the seventh day or the first of a calendar week, we see Sunday as a day of rest, Sabbath within many cultures. I realize Saturday is the chosen day of Sabbath within the Jewish culture, being that the Lord created in six days, and on the seventh rested. This again rests upon the calendar and depending upon where you geographically have settled and the small grid of squares upon which you gaze, you’re going to see Sunday both as day one and seven. For the sake of argument, day seven or Saturday within the Jewish calendar could very well be Sunday. On the seventh day He rested. Also, followers are called to give their first fruits to the Lord your God. SO whether it be beginning the week focusing upon the source of life or the end of the week showing thanks, it is a consecrated day. Interestingly enough, in Greek, as well as Portuguese, the words for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc. mean second, third fourth, etc. Again, the wonders one can come upon surfing the web.
Previous to, or aside from Christianity and Judaism, Sunday or another day of the week are still placed aside as reverent days of gratitude and rest. The Sun itself is an irrefutable source of life, an origin of transferable energy which from life is produced and further multiplied. Today, to some extent we break from our work-week, but do we rest? Are we reverent? Grateful?
There is no “true” factual basis of the origin of the sun, yet we would be fools not to recognize its power and importance. Hence, people have bowed to it, entered into rituals and offered sacrifices. This was/ is a way of showing gratitude. I do not believe that this glowing ball of fire demanded this upon humans, but it was we who decided upon this necessity. Jesus, the Son of God is considered by many, identical to our center of the universe…a source who solely gives asking for nothing in return.
Jesus Christ is an example of the energy of life. His origin is elusive to us as is the Sun’s. Through his warmth, he loved and accepted all those he came in contact with, healed and fed those along his path. His quiet strength radiated far passed his immediate location and continued to bear life.
Sons emanate the life of their fathers. I would like to propose that these two life sources, the Sun and the Son, come from the same origin of life and are clear and irrefutable examples of life and what we are too designed to be—Bearers of life. We are to be as they are: sources whom solely give, asking for nothing in return. What does the Sun need from us? What does Christ need from us? Everyone is provided for when everyone gives as both the Sun and the Son do. Life mirrors life.
So this Sunday, go back to the source, pause and be thankful…Ponder for a moment. What/Who is this energy, this life that we have? What characteristics does it bear and radiate…what do we absorb and in turn exude?
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Grind No Longer.
June 28, 2009
“I come to you now, in this time, seeking solace, guidance and discernment.” I begin my quiet time today.
I find the word solace frequenting my mind and in ways a feeling of my heart. This is a desire of the heart coming to mind. Not vice versa. Heart to mind. I don’t even know where the term is coming from, as it is not one which I use frequently, yet I sense truth with intrigue as I examine its meaning further.
I think of peace and comfort when I think “Solace”. A quiet serenity emanating from within—goodness per say. I sat on the front porch this week performing my morning ritual: pajamas, coffee, bible, fresh air and sunshine all upon the gentle sway of the aged porch swing. Solace. “Mornin’. How are ya?” I ask the towering black man who passes with a bounce in his step. “How are you?” he says with a bit more than a garnish of surprise in his voice. “I am well,” I reply as my chest rises and lowers as if a breath of peace in the breeze comes into my lungs. “What does that mean?” the man, still a bit puzzled as to why I even spoke to him inquires. “Great; Peaceful.” He begins to question what I am doing, saying that I am not good, but “Blessed”. I agree. His gospel-like dialect continues to emerge as he continues down his line of questioning: “What are you reading?” acknowledging the “book” on my lap. He comes to find that it is in fact my bible and not just a book then gently smiles, “And that is why you said hello.” He continues on his way, same bounce in his step, “God bless you.” “You too.”
Why it is that these times seem few and far between? These simple moments in which one can only arrive upon or within when “the stars are aligned”. Sometimes we miss them because we are too busy to truly live them. That in itself is a sad statement, but one in which we can all find a disheartening truth. Honestly, when do I find this gift upon me? Most frequently with a cup of coffee in-hand, milling through the world, quietly challenging its constant tribulations with a book close by. I find solace is there. But, why? How?
In these times, I stop and offer nothing. Nada.
Oftentimes I find myself wandering, wandering and searching for so much more than this entertainment-enriched, “anything-and-everything is possible” world. All I want is quiet; all I desire is peace. Sound familiar?
No television, no busyness, no flashy glimmer and glitz—
it isn’t even peace, but solace that my heart is seeking.
For in the solace, peace ensues. The word brims to the surface again.
Solace that I seek—what is that? It is something I am coming to find I will always seek and truly all of our hearts’ desire. Solace. 1. Comfort at a time of sadness, grief or disappointment 2. Somebody or something that provides comfort in times of sadness, grief or disappointment. Synonyms: comfort, consolation, support, relief, succor. Antonym: aggravation (Encarta.com).
Has someone died; has tragedy struck and reconciliation needed? Family problems? Tough day, week or year(s) at work? No? Yes? Yes. We are desperately crying out for Solace. Someone or something that provides comfort. Desperately.
We are not ok. Even if all the pieces seem to be coming together, there is a piece missing; things are looking good for the future and the family is healthy, but the question looms: When is the next storm coming? Should I batter down the hatches and be ready for the worst or is it just a few scattered showers? Hard to say…the weatherman is only right approximately forty percent of the time yet we tune in every night to check in. Maybe even a few times throughout the day as well. Forty percent. We rely on the 40%. Now wonder we need solace. Our rest and comfort, our plans rely on the 40% that the man with the map tells us every evening?
No matter how sunny it may seem outside the window at this moment or how warm the sun’s rays feel as you bask, there is a raging storm pounding on our windows. The Middle East, the economic downturn, the consistent bills arriving daily. The questionable job market, the ever-changing needs and desires of your family, the food on the table, the roof over your head. This is the world in which we live. Teenage pregnancy, broken families, abuse, neglect, miseducation, malnutrition—the number impoverished of lives that continue to rise. The storm is raging.
But it’s sunny outside; the weather is great, perfect for boating and summertime cookouts. Is there Hope? A break in the storm? Solace, Truth, Sonshine? Do not be ignorant, yet yes, never lose Hope.
Our sadness lies in uncertainty, our disappointment in broken relationships and hopes for this world and our lives that have come to pass yet not materialize. Yet there is something, someone who provides comfort in times of sadness, grief or disappointment. Someone who gives graciously: relief, consolation and succor. We don’t have to wait for the “stars to align” or a miracle to take place. Funny how we skeptically, yet anxiously await such events; they have come to pass. We no longer need to wait, but embrace the miracle and look to the star and follow as many have before us.
Follow to where? Solace. A quiet peace where true goodness lies. No glitz, no glamour, just a family. Parents and a child—an environment seeping with the overwhelming simplicity of true love.
What we seek we elude in the chase.
Don’t we see—we all have this deep-seeded desire for rest; Enough is Enough. It is Freedom from exertion, aggravation that we want! We are only free when we can sit as we are—wholly accepted and loved, just as a small child. One the most needy living beings in the world, yet loved and adored and utterly provided for. Completely vulnerable and completely supported. We are the children of God. We are the small children in complete need, vulnerable and crying out for more than we know, but need to humbly accept the nurture of a loving parent. Even Jesus as a child needed cared for and God gave him to Mary and Joseph to do so. Even the Son of God, God himself in human form needed. He needed loving parents to take care of him, to provide for him. So why is it that we are too strong, too busy, even too “good” for the loving support…relief—solace of our loving father?
Where does your trust lie? Have you found solace?
He wants to give it to you:
in the sun,
the coffee shop,
your home,
at the beach,
even your workplace.
He is here offering more. More than we can handle. All we have to do is seek it and accept it each day.
Listen to what He tells us:
I have to come…So that your Joy may be complete, to heal the brokenhearted, bring the dead to life…to tell you to stop; eat, for I am the Bread of Life. You never need to go hungry again. True nourishment.
Each day it is a brave act of abandonment, but one we so desperately need.
Let go of the place you have built here that you can embrace as solace, yet will mourn as it fades away. For one day we may come upon the truth that his “yoke is easy and his burden is light”. Slow and steady as the animals plow the field, solace demands time and surrender. It is within his yoke, his solace He desires us to live, and we desire to truly live, eternally. And behind the yoke, in its wake, all is changed. Together, everything changes. Just as a field is transformed, so too is our world.
“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”
Can you imagine?
Cover and comfort from the storm. The threatening storm soon becomes the soothing rhythm upon the sturdy roof under which we rest well. Every day. Every night. Let us begin. Let us live in solace.
“I come to you now, in this time, seeking solace, guidance and discernment.” I begin my quiet time today.
I find the word solace frequenting my mind and in ways a feeling of my heart. This is a desire of the heart coming to mind. Not vice versa. Heart to mind. I don’t even know where the term is coming from, as it is not one which I use frequently, yet I sense truth with intrigue as I examine its meaning further.
I think of peace and comfort when I think “Solace”. A quiet serenity emanating from within—goodness per say. I sat on the front porch this week performing my morning ritual: pajamas, coffee, bible, fresh air and sunshine all upon the gentle sway of the aged porch swing. Solace. “Mornin’. How are ya?” I ask the towering black man who passes with a bounce in his step. “How are you?” he says with a bit more than a garnish of surprise in his voice. “I am well,” I reply as my chest rises and lowers as if a breath of peace in the breeze comes into my lungs. “What does that mean?” the man, still a bit puzzled as to why I even spoke to him inquires. “Great; Peaceful.” He begins to question what I am doing, saying that I am not good, but “Blessed”. I agree. His gospel-like dialect continues to emerge as he continues down his line of questioning: “What are you reading?” acknowledging the “book” on my lap. He comes to find that it is in fact my bible and not just a book then gently smiles, “And that is why you said hello.” He continues on his way, same bounce in his step, “God bless you.” “You too.”
Why it is that these times seem few and far between? These simple moments in which one can only arrive upon or within when “the stars are aligned”. Sometimes we miss them because we are too busy to truly live them. That in itself is a sad statement, but one in which we can all find a disheartening truth. Honestly, when do I find this gift upon me? Most frequently with a cup of coffee in-hand, milling through the world, quietly challenging its constant tribulations with a book close by. I find solace is there. But, why? How?
In these times, I stop and offer nothing. Nada.
Oftentimes I find myself wandering, wandering and searching for so much more than this entertainment-enriched, “anything-and-everything is possible” world. All I want is quiet; all I desire is peace. Sound familiar?
No television, no busyness, no flashy glimmer and glitz—
it isn’t even peace, but solace that my heart is seeking.
For in the solace, peace ensues. The word brims to the surface again.
Solace that I seek—what is that? It is something I am coming to find I will always seek and truly all of our hearts’ desire. Solace. 1. Comfort at a time of sadness, grief or disappointment 2. Somebody or something that provides comfort in times of sadness, grief or disappointment. Synonyms: comfort, consolation, support, relief, succor. Antonym: aggravation (Encarta.com).
Has someone died; has tragedy struck and reconciliation needed? Family problems? Tough day, week or year(s) at work? No? Yes? Yes. We are desperately crying out for Solace. Someone or something that provides comfort. Desperately.
We are not ok. Even if all the pieces seem to be coming together, there is a piece missing; things are looking good for the future and the family is healthy, but the question looms: When is the next storm coming? Should I batter down the hatches and be ready for the worst or is it just a few scattered showers? Hard to say…the weatherman is only right approximately forty percent of the time yet we tune in every night to check in. Maybe even a few times throughout the day as well. Forty percent. We rely on the 40%. Now wonder we need solace. Our rest and comfort, our plans rely on the 40% that the man with the map tells us every evening?
No matter how sunny it may seem outside the window at this moment or how warm the sun’s rays feel as you bask, there is a raging storm pounding on our windows. The Middle East, the economic downturn, the consistent bills arriving daily. The questionable job market, the ever-changing needs and desires of your family, the food on the table, the roof over your head. This is the world in which we live. Teenage pregnancy, broken families, abuse, neglect, miseducation, malnutrition—the number impoverished of lives that continue to rise. The storm is raging.
But it’s sunny outside; the weather is great, perfect for boating and summertime cookouts. Is there Hope? A break in the storm? Solace, Truth, Sonshine? Do not be ignorant, yet yes, never lose Hope.
Our sadness lies in uncertainty, our disappointment in broken relationships and hopes for this world and our lives that have come to pass yet not materialize. Yet there is something, someone who provides comfort in times of sadness, grief or disappointment. Someone who gives graciously: relief, consolation and succor. We don’t have to wait for the “stars to align” or a miracle to take place. Funny how we skeptically, yet anxiously await such events; they have come to pass. We no longer need to wait, but embrace the miracle and look to the star and follow as many have before us.
Follow to where? Solace. A quiet peace where true goodness lies. No glitz, no glamour, just a family. Parents and a child—an environment seeping with the overwhelming simplicity of true love.
What we seek we elude in the chase.
Don’t we see—we all have this deep-seeded desire for rest; Enough is Enough. It is Freedom from exertion, aggravation that we want! We are only free when we can sit as we are—wholly accepted and loved, just as a small child. One the most needy living beings in the world, yet loved and adored and utterly provided for. Completely vulnerable and completely supported. We are the children of God. We are the small children in complete need, vulnerable and crying out for more than we know, but need to humbly accept the nurture of a loving parent. Even Jesus as a child needed cared for and God gave him to Mary and Joseph to do so. Even the Son of God, God himself in human form needed. He needed loving parents to take care of him, to provide for him. So why is it that we are too strong, too busy, even too “good” for the loving support…relief—solace of our loving father?
Where does your trust lie? Have you found solace?
He wants to give it to you:
in the sun,
the coffee shop,
your home,
at the beach,
even your workplace.
He is here offering more. More than we can handle. All we have to do is seek it and accept it each day.
Listen to what He tells us:
I have to come…So that your Joy may be complete, to heal the brokenhearted, bring the dead to life…to tell you to stop; eat, for I am the Bread of Life. You never need to go hungry again. True nourishment.
Each day it is a brave act of abandonment, but one we so desperately need.
Let go of the place you have built here that you can embrace as solace, yet will mourn as it fades away. For one day we may come upon the truth that his “yoke is easy and his burden is light”. Slow and steady as the animals plow the field, solace demands time and surrender. It is within his yoke, his solace He desires us to live, and we desire to truly live, eternally. And behind the yoke, in its wake, all is changed. Together, everything changes. Just as a field is transformed, so too is our world.
“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”
Can you imagine?
Cover and comfort from the storm. The threatening storm soon becomes the soothing rhythm upon the sturdy roof under which we rest well. Every day. Every night. Let us begin. Let us live in solace.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
La Busequeda
3:39 A.M. Sunday, June 7, 2009-
I still sit and wonder how I have the life which I live? Where did my heart come from and how did it get to the place in which I sit? My hunch is this heart within me is not just from two stellar individuals in Painesville, Ohio. (props to them, nonetheless)
Where am I, you ask, at 3:39 in the morning? Most my age, in the wee hours of the morning, would be stumbling home intoxicated or quite possibly passed out on a couch, floor or who-knows-where. Quite the contrary, I find myself sitting in a sanctuary in La Paz, Bolivia. Somehow, not so contrastingly, I am amongst people seeking after the answers others seek after who are "out" at this time of night/morning. As living beings, we all seek the same mysterious and eluding answers, yet fortunately, I am not in the state in which others are in consequence to the dire search. How blessed I am. We are all curious of much which will elude us our entire lives, yet this does not minimize the search or abounding numbers of those who venture out upon this meaningful journey of life. No, it is precisely this that intrigues us all to venture out, panting for truth. Something so lofty seems to render itself out of reach, yet nothing could be farther from the truth. The simplicity of each day and the abounding beauty which adorns each one is all that we search for: The encompassing beauty, the beauty that lies within, the beauty in which only a loving father and creator can bestow. And His most cherished creation, his "cherry on the top" of all, each one of us. Each one unique and precious, specifically and uniquely bearing a beauty which only that individual has to offer to the rest of us. So the question, " Why me? Who am I?
The Answer: "You are the beloved and the the beloved is mine." You are the daughter, the son, of the one and only Loving and Magnificent Creator of the world. And if each of us chooses to rest in that truth and live in that beauty, the world can only shine more radiantly than it does in its most simplistic truth and beauty- sunrise and sunset.
La veridad esta en la busequeda. And there is always another attempt, another chance. God demonstrates his redeeming love and grace so poignantly to his people each day, beginning and end. We all have a chance to see the beauty of a sunrise and sunset; we all have the same opportunity to see and experience His Grace; beauty that words can not express.
It's now 4:30; it seems as though I may have that breathtaking chance to experience one more of His great wonders, reminding me of what that sunrise truly means.
I still sit and wonder how I have the life which I live? Where did my heart come from and how did it get to the place in which I sit? My hunch is this heart within me is not just from two stellar individuals in Painesville, Ohio. (props to them, nonetheless)
Where am I, you ask, at 3:39 in the morning? Most my age, in the wee hours of the morning, would be stumbling home intoxicated or quite possibly passed out on a couch, floor or who-knows-where. Quite the contrary, I find myself sitting in a sanctuary in La Paz, Bolivia. Somehow, not so contrastingly, I am amongst people seeking after the answers others seek after who are "out" at this time of night/morning. As living beings, we all seek the same mysterious and eluding answers, yet fortunately, I am not in the state in which others are in consequence to the dire search. How blessed I am. We are all curious of much which will elude us our entire lives, yet this does not minimize the search or abounding numbers of those who venture out upon this meaningful journey of life. No, it is precisely this that intrigues us all to venture out, panting for truth. Something so lofty seems to render itself out of reach, yet nothing could be farther from the truth. The simplicity of each day and the abounding beauty which adorns each one is all that we search for: The encompassing beauty, the beauty that lies within, the beauty in which only a loving father and creator can bestow. And His most cherished creation, his "cherry on the top" of all, each one of us. Each one unique and precious, specifically and uniquely bearing a beauty which only that individual has to offer to the rest of us. So the question, " Why me? Who am I?
The Answer: "You are the beloved and the the beloved is mine." You are the daughter, the son, of the one and only Loving and Magnificent Creator of the world. And if each of us chooses to rest in that truth and live in that beauty, the world can only shine more radiantly than it does in its most simplistic truth and beauty- sunrise and sunset.
La veridad esta en la busequeda. And there is always another attempt, another chance. God demonstrates his redeeming love and grace so poignantly to his people each day, beginning and end. We all have a chance to see the beauty of a sunrise and sunset; we all have the same opportunity to see and experience His Grace; beauty that words can not express.
It's now 4:30; it seems as though I may have that breathtaking chance to experience one more of His great wonders, reminding me of what that sunrise truly means.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Truth
I have been blessed abundantly throughout life and the blessings continue richly. I look forward to an amazing summer of adventure and renewal.
You have placed upon me, within me a burden for this world, a burden for your people, yet what I am to do?
Here I am send me?
Where and when? Here and now?
I listen.
You are the God of this world, creator of our souls and surroundings. And you have made them good. Adversely, we have chosen a different course.
You have not forgotten, you have not forsaken:
Here I am, choose Me.
Here I am, Choose Life.
Here I am, be renewed.
For here I am, for you.
Each day.
Every day.
For you.
You have placed upon me, within me a burden for this world, a burden for your people, yet what I am to do?
Here I am send me?
Where and when? Here and now?
I listen.
You are the God of this world, creator of our souls and surroundings. And you have made them good. Adversely, we have chosen a different course.
You have not forgotten, you have not forsaken:
Here I am, choose Me.
Here I am, Choose Life.
Here I am, be renewed.
For here I am, for you.
Each day.
Every day.
For you.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
I was shaking....
When the announcement was made on Friday, I was shaking...
VOICES OF OUR YOUTH UPDATE:
“I am the one whose voice can change the world.”
After two months of vigilance and hard work, the seventh and eighth grade students of ACS saw their efforts come to life in an amazing Evening of the Arts, March 5. Last Thursday evening, the elementary auditorium was full of sincere honesty and generosity as the ACS community gathered to hear the hearts and minds of the Class of 2013 and 2014. Audience members were entertained, challenged and moved by the “Voices of Our Youth” and their desire to improve the lives of the children of Virgen de Fatima Orphanage in Obrajes. Because of the hard work of our seventh and eighth grade students and the generosity of many throughout the Zona Sur, over $2,300 was raised and over 5,500 diapers were donated to improve children’s lives in our local community.
If you would like to continue supporting the seventh and eighth graders in their quest to aid the children of Virgen de Fatima, you can purchase a Voices of Our Youth T-shirt for 70bs or make a donation by emailing Lyndsey Deane at ldeane@acslp.org. If you would like to relive the evening, you can also purchase a VOOY DVD for 50bs by contacting Ms. Deane.
Thank you goes out to our 40 local sponsors as well as the ACS community for supporting this very worthy cause.
VOICES OF OUR YOUTH UPDATE:
“I am the one whose voice can change the world.”
After two months of vigilance and hard work, the seventh and eighth grade students of ACS saw their efforts come to life in an amazing Evening of the Arts, March 5. Last Thursday evening, the elementary auditorium was full of sincere honesty and generosity as the ACS community gathered to hear the hearts and minds of the Class of 2013 and 2014. Audience members were entertained, challenged and moved by the “Voices of Our Youth” and their desire to improve the lives of the children of Virgen de Fatima Orphanage in Obrajes. Because of the hard work of our seventh and eighth grade students and the generosity of many throughout the Zona Sur, over $2,300 was raised and over 5,500 diapers were donated to improve children’s lives in our local community.
If you would like to continue supporting the seventh and eighth graders in their quest to aid the children of Virgen de Fatima, you can purchase a Voices of Our Youth T-shirt for 70bs or make a donation by emailing Lyndsey Deane at ldeane@acslp.org. If you would like to relive the evening, you can also purchase a VOOY DVD for 50bs by contacting Ms. Deane.
Thank you goes out to our 40 local sponsors as well as the ACS community for supporting this very worthy cause.
Friday, February 27, 2009
The Meaning of VOOY
The Meaning of VOOY
Have you ever heard of kids who aren’t taken seriously and truly these kids are right? I am one of those kids/teenagers. This is why VOOY is so important to me, and it should be to my classmates. VOOY stands for “Voices of Our Youth” and the reason it’s important to me is because it’s the only time that I’m taken very seriously.
In this event, all of the kids in 7th and 8th grade present our opinions on matters of life and the world. We all work for a reason: helping Virgen de Fatma orphanage and Para Los Niños. Last year we were able to help build another house for the orphans and they were very thankful. We visited the orphans and we saw how much they appreciated what they had, so we donate all the money raised to help make the orphanage better. I know the people who come to VOOY will be entertained and they will see how our opinions on matters can make a difference.
If you would like to help us make a difference by purchasing a ticket or making a donation, please contact: Jessica Delgado, School Counselor 279-2302 ext. 219 or jdelgado@acslp.org
-8th grade student
Voices of Our Youth.
“I am the one whose voice can change the world.”
March 5, 2009.
ACS
19:00 P.M.
Have you ever heard of kids who aren’t taken seriously and truly these kids are right? I am one of those kids/teenagers. This is why VOOY is so important to me, and it should be to my classmates. VOOY stands for “Voices of Our Youth” and the reason it’s important to me is because it’s the only time that I’m taken very seriously.
In this event, all of the kids in 7th and 8th grade present our opinions on matters of life and the world. We all work for a reason: helping Virgen de Fatma orphanage and Para Los Niños. Last year we were able to help build another house for the orphans and they were very thankful. We visited the orphans and we saw how much they appreciated what they had, so we donate all the money raised to help make the orphanage better. I know the people who come to VOOY will be entertained and they will see how our opinions on matters can make a difference.
If you would like to help us make a difference by purchasing a ticket or making a donation, please contact: Jessica Delgado, School Counselor 279-2302 ext. 219 or jdelgado@acslp.org
-8th grade student
Voices of Our Youth.
“I am the one whose voice can change the world.”
March 5, 2009.
ACS
19:00 P.M.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
A Different Voice
So this is what is happening, but instead of me telling you about it secondhand, I'll let you hear it straight from the "horse's mouth".
Voices Of Our Youth.
VOOY, yes we did do it last year and yes it was fun.
VOOY, Voices of Our Youth, is a way for us, middle schoolers, to express what we think or what we feel. This is an opportunity for parents or any adult to hear and see what is going on in our heads and how every single one of us has a different way of looking at the world and people.
To me VOOY means being able to say and present what I really believe in without people laughing at me. It’s a great way to express yourself because it doesn’t have to be a written paper, you can present you thoughts in any way you want. Anything creative is fine because that is expressing yourself.
VOOY also means helping children and people. The money that we make goes Para Los Niños and Virgen de Fatima orphanage to help those children who are not as fortunate as we are. They build new “casitas” and buy new playground equipment.
-ACS, 8th grade student.
Do you want to help us help these children? Make a donation or buy tickets from: Jessica Delgado, School Counselor 279-2302 ext. 219 or jdelgado@acslp.org
Voices of Our Youth.
“I am the one whose voice can change the world.”
March 5, 2009.
ACS
19:00 P.M.
Voices Of Our Youth.
VOOY, yes we did do it last year and yes it was fun.
VOOY, Voices of Our Youth, is a way for us, middle schoolers, to express what we think or what we feel. This is an opportunity for parents or any adult to hear and see what is going on in our heads and how every single one of us has a different way of looking at the world and people.
To me VOOY means being able to say and present what I really believe in without people laughing at me. It’s a great way to express yourself because it doesn’t have to be a written paper, you can present you thoughts in any way you want. Anything creative is fine because that is expressing yourself.
VOOY also means helping children and people. The money that we make goes Para Los Niños and Virgen de Fatima orphanage to help those children who are not as fortunate as we are. They build new “casitas” and buy new playground equipment.
-ACS, 8th grade student.
Do you want to help us help these children? Make a donation or buy tickets from: Jessica Delgado, School Counselor 279-2302 ext. 219 or jdelgado@acslp.org
Voices of Our Youth.
“I am the one whose voice can change the world.”
March 5, 2009.
ACS
19:00 P.M.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Again We Begin.
Here's to another year and to all the blessings which have been bestowed. Holiday travel was priceless; time with friends and family, irreplaceable. Ok, well the travel, maybe priceless is not the word, but the quality time, definitely irreplaceable.
As I look back at the time that has passed, I am thankful for more than words can say. I pray that as time continues to pass, my heart is and always will be in a state of gratitude. My holiday readings have lead me to believe that one has to look back to move forward, or possibly just around. It's hard to not be cliche this time of the year and for all the talk of new beginnings and fresh outlooks, it seems as though not much change or simply the new year's "refreshment" is short-lived. Maybe each month we should have such a benchmark to evaluate the quality of life? But does life truly allow a person the time to do such?
What a shame. Oh, did I answer that question?
Where are we in life that we can't live? There are so many coulda, woulda, shouldas. And with examining each one it seems as though a person is not in a place of improvement or growth, but lingering to some extent, indefinitely. Again, is that where we are to be? "To be or not to be?" To linger or live?
My brother aggravatingly noted over a holiday meal that most "cutting edge art" these days is saying the same things it always has...we have problems. Sounds cutting edge to me. But how about state something we don't already know, suggestions for truly something cutting edge, new, successful, even disastrous. We don't dare do that though. Lingering comfortably in our fear and concern for the state of the world and the inevitable crisis approaching is a much better state in which to live. Now, I apologize to him for my lacking and possibly somewhat skewed summary of his comments, yet honestly, what would this world look like if we stopped dwelling and wallowing in the hurts of the world? I am not suggesting ignorance or apathy, living beyond our means or putting our heads under a pillow. But I place before you the opposite, life. Conversely living aware, open to what is currently transpiring within our communities and beyond what our flat screen, plasma box of emotion or articles of fear (online or paper) lead us to believe. Have we stopped thinking and coming to our own conclusions entirely? Do we question if possibly the box could be wrong?
Now I understand that opinions may differ and people will clash, but is not firsthand experience and application two of the best practices of learning? Does learning not aid growth? Is not growth a part of life?
I hate the stereotypical technology debate. Is Technology helping or harming our world? I feel as though the subject of the question is incorrect. I believe it would be better if stated as, Is the user of technology helping or harming the world? Is the user/operator of _________________ helping or harming the world? We as humans have power and choice. We were all given minds and talents. We are living in a world of "endless opportunities". Such things are unfortunately not accessible to all people, yet the truth still lies in not what, but who and how. Who is acting how, with what intentions?
People have been witness to unimaginable travesty throughout history, and sadly, more of those times are imminent. Nevertheless, it is inevitable that joyous times are here and will continue to come. Who and how. Who are we and how are we spending our time, using our talents?
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed it is the only thing that ever has." Margaret Mead
To what are we committed? To the greater good, which we too will benefit, or the small sphere in which we operate everyday? We desire our lives to be fruitful and joyous, however we lose sight that the life we live in not just a small community, but a larger world. There are intimately tied, eternally effecting the other. There is no escaping the world, people, culture, life. At times we try so desperately, yet is that not what we are earnestly seeking?
"Seek first His Kingdom and His righteousness and all of these things shall be given unto you." All people have life; we all seek to love, be loved and live in that love. Why is it that we fight when what we seek is love? Again, who and how? Gandhi was a smart man. "Be the change you wish to see in world." A young man I ran with in high school said, "Don't talk about it, BE about it." If we want love, we need to be love. All Jesus did was love. And if you love him or hate him, he loved. Enough to die to show and share his love with anyone who is willing to recognize it. You don't have to like him, but there is no denying, He was and still is the ultimate exemplar of what we all so desperately seem to be seeking. In His kingdom there is no fire and brimstone, no alienation, no sword, just life. He promises Life. A life. God brought it here openly to share with the world.
I pray that each of us live openly sharing what we seek to find in this new year.
As I look back at the time that has passed, I am thankful for more than words can say. I pray that as time continues to pass, my heart is and always will be in a state of gratitude. My holiday readings have lead me to believe that one has to look back to move forward, or possibly just around. It's hard to not be cliche this time of the year and for all the talk of new beginnings and fresh outlooks, it seems as though not much change or simply the new year's "refreshment" is short-lived. Maybe each month we should have such a benchmark to evaluate the quality of life? But does life truly allow a person the time to do such?
What a shame. Oh, did I answer that question?
Where are we in life that we can't live? There are so many coulda, woulda, shouldas. And with examining each one it seems as though a person is not in a place of improvement or growth, but lingering to some extent, indefinitely. Again, is that where we are to be? "To be or not to be?" To linger or live?
My brother aggravatingly noted over a holiday meal that most "cutting edge art" these days is saying the same things it always has...we have problems. Sounds cutting edge to me. But how about state something we don't already know, suggestions for truly something cutting edge, new, successful, even disastrous. We don't dare do that though. Lingering comfortably in our fear and concern for the state of the world and the inevitable crisis approaching is a much better state in which to live. Now, I apologize to him for my lacking and possibly somewhat skewed summary of his comments, yet honestly, what would this world look like if we stopped dwelling and wallowing in the hurts of the world? I am not suggesting ignorance or apathy, living beyond our means or putting our heads under a pillow. But I place before you the opposite, life. Conversely living aware, open to what is currently transpiring within our communities and beyond what our flat screen, plasma box of emotion or articles of fear (online or paper) lead us to believe. Have we stopped thinking and coming to our own conclusions entirely? Do we question if possibly the box could be wrong?
Now I understand that opinions may differ and people will clash, but is not firsthand experience and application two of the best practices of learning? Does learning not aid growth? Is not growth a part of life?
I hate the stereotypical technology debate. Is Technology helping or harming our world? I feel as though the subject of the question is incorrect. I believe it would be better if stated as, Is the user of technology helping or harming the world? Is the user/operator of _________________ helping or harming the world? We as humans have power and choice. We were all given minds and talents. We are living in a world of "endless opportunities". Such things are unfortunately not accessible to all people, yet the truth still lies in not what, but who and how. Who is acting how, with what intentions?
People have been witness to unimaginable travesty throughout history, and sadly, more of those times are imminent. Nevertheless, it is inevitable that joyous times are here and will continue to come. Who and how. Who are we and how are we spending our time, using our talents?
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed it is the only thing that ever has." Margaret Mead
To what are we committed? To the greater good, which we too will benefit, or the small sphere in which we operate everyday? We desire our lives to be fruitful and joyous, however we lose sight that the life we live in not just a small community, but a larger world. There are intimately tied, eternally effecting the other. There is no escaping the world, people, culture, life. At times we try so desperately, yet is that not what we are earnestly seeking?
"Seek first His Kingdom and His righteousness and all of these things shall be given unto you." All people have life; we all seek to love, be loved and live in that love. Why is it that we fight when what we seek is love? Again, who and how? Gandhi was a smart man. "Be the change you wish to see in world." A young man I ran with in high school said, "Don't talk about it, BE about it." If we want love, we need to be love. All Jesus did was love. And if you love him or hate him, he loved. Enough to die to show and share his love with anyone who is willing to recognize it. You don't have to like him, but there is no denying, He was and still is the ultimate exemplar of what we all so desperately seem to be seeking. In His kingdom there is no fire and brimstone, no alienation, no sword, just life. He promises Life. A life. God brought it here openly to share with the world.
I pray that each of us live openly sharing what we seek to find in this new year.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Place your VOTE, AGAIN!
Last year I asked you to place your vote on different blogs that my students at ACS created. It is that time of the year again, and if you have any extra time on your hands, it would be great if you could do it again!
This year there are two grade 8 Technology classes and their blogs have just been opened to the world. Now the competition begins and there is pizza going to the winning team! Does this all ring a bell from last year?
Sooooo...with that said would anyone interested take a quick look at the 2 different blogs which the eighth graders created and see which one you think is the "coolest". My definition of "coolest" would be: interesting and clear theme, reader friendly, aesthetically pleasing. The students were pretty psyched about the project so it would be great to have your opinions. Don't worry about being too picky or not picky enough. The students are aware that this is simply the competition portion of the project and that they were to meet clear requirements given to them on a rubric beforehand and I will be giving them their grades.
Thanks for helping out, the kids will love it. I am going to tell them on Monday who has won. Again, thanks for taking the time.
Here are the blogs They are both the same, except for the class name. Below, use the below url, but to see the other site imput techeightb
http://techeighta.blogspot.com
This year there are two grade 8 Technology classes and their blogs have just been opened to the world. Now the competition begins and there is pizza going to the winning team! Does this all ring a bell from last year?
Sooooo...with that said would anyone interested take a quick look at the 2 different blogs which the eighth graders created and see which one you think is the "coolest". My definition of "coolest" would be: interesting and clear theme, reader friendly, aesthetically pleasing. The students were pretty psyched about the project so it would be great to have your opinions. Don't worry about being too picky or not picky enough. The students are aware that this is simply the competition portion of the project and that they were to meet clear requirements given to them on a rubric beforehand and I will be giving them their grades.
Thanks for helping out, the kids will love it. I am going to tell them on Monday who has won. Again, thanks for taking the time.
Here are the blogs They are both the same, except for the class name. Below, use the below url, but to see the other site imput techeightb
http://techeighta.blogspot.com
Sunday, November 30, 2008
From Out Of The Darkness, There Is Light.
It sounds as though everyone was able to enjoy the classic Ohio holiday to commence the Season of joy and tidings; I have to say a bit of me sighs....how nice. The lack of snow muffles my excitement and awareness of the ensuing holiday season, yet people's continued correspondence and my wonderful Bolivian celebrations breathe in the holiday hope and giddiness which is always ignited this time of year. It is as though I can hear the faint whispers of "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" in the distance and think Aunt Pat must be in the next room. (Or maybe just it's my itunes! )
As I reminisce through the updates of others, I was able to spend the long weekend resting in a quaint hotel in Sucre, Bolivia's historical and judicial capital. The colonial town has a heavy Spanish feel from its roots, ornait in its archetecture and its entirety garnished in a soft white...beautiful-- Peaceful. On our second day, Jessica and I went into Potosi, a mining town and the "center of it all" in its origin....Quite a different feel as this, the old backbone of Bolivia and come to find out to some extent Spain, surviving on the fortune of the "Red, Silver Mountain" mines and the over 7 million lives that have been lost in it as well as others. Our taxi driver´s father being one of the many lives lost when our driver, now 23, was only 2. He left behind 7 children. Our tour guide's father also lost his life to the complications of 30 working years within the heart of the "Red, Silver Mountain" which holds its presence within the seal of the country.
With a guide, we entered into one of the mines...an active one at that....There was an explosion only 6 meters from where we were. In all reality we were headed straight for the explosion. Thanks to the fact that God gave me the courage of a lame bird we were spared...if I were to have found my bravery I would have been stuck and mamed...I was on my belly trying to slither through a hole 2 and a half feet in width and not much more in height, only a mere 22 plus meters down into the mt. Death was a bit too close for comfort. (Don't worry mom....We're A-O.K. no fears) An experience I am sure will never be fleeting; impressive and enlightening. What life is like for people born into different cultures. As this was not enough, did I mention that as we slowly but surely ventured into the mountain some refer to as "hell" we were surrounded by, touching and breathing in Arsenic and Aspestis.
We were within the mine only one hour-- others do this everyday, all day, 6 days a week with hope for fortune... During the three centuries of Spanish rule the royalty brought in African slaves after the indigenous workforce was depleted! And again I dare ask: "Why are we so blessed...and who is to say that others are not? But again....why us?"
I am thankful, for my life and this eye-opening experience shedding light upon the many blessings which I begrudgingly take for granted each day.
As my eyes were continually opened to new information of life throughout time and geography, I felt the Lord leading me to the decision to stay yet another year to experience the vast culture of this 'quiet' nation. I simply find myself feeling as though there is so much more here for me, and a need to expereience it, not leave with unfinished business. Only He knows. And with the clarity he sent me, I am sure he will lead me onward.
No matter the country or the culture though there is always time to ring in the season with an apropos viewing of the one and only family favorite, "The Christmas Story...." Tis the Season...and it is. Happy and Merry to you all as we are so blessed. And my father would say or sing...."Hide it under a bushel? NO! I'm gonna let it shine!" Let the joy of your life shine this season, shine into the lives of others and brighten their days and evenings to come. For the single ray of a miner's helmet will forever guide me back to path of gratitude.
As I reminisce through the updates of others, I was able to spend the long weekend resting in a quaint hotel in Sucre, Bolivia's historical and judicial capital. The colonial town has a heavy Spanish feel from its roots, ornait in its archetecture and its entirety garnished in a soft white...beautiful-- Peaceful. On our second day, Jessica and I went into Potosi, a mining town and the "center of it all" in its origin....Quite a different feel as this, the old backbone of Bolivia and come to find out to some extent Spain, surviving on the fortune of the "Red, Silver Mountain" mines and the over 7 million lives that have been lost in it as well as others. Our taxi driver´s father being one of the many lives lost when our driver, now 23, was only 2. He left behind 7 children. Our tour guide's father also lost his life to the complications of 30 working years within the heart of the "Red, Silver Mountain" which holds its presence within the seal of the country.
With a guide, we entered into one of the mines...an active one at that....There was an explosion only 6 meters from where we were. In all reality we were headed straight for the explosion. Thanks to the fact that God gave me the courage of a lame bird we were spared...if I were to have found my bravery I would have been stuck and mamed...I was on my belly trying to slither through a hole 2 and a half feet in width and not much more in height, only a mere 22 plus meters down into the mt. Death was a bit too close for comfort. (Don't worry mom....We're A-O.K. no fears) An experience I am sure will never be fleeting; impressive and enlightening. What life is like for people born into different cultures. As this was not enough, did I mention that as we slowly but surely ventured into the mountain some refer to as "hell" we were surrounded by, touching and breathing in Arsenic and Aspestis.
We were within the mine only one hour-- others do this everyday, all day, 6 days a week with hope for fortune... During the three centuries of Spanish rule the royalty brought in African slaves after the indigenous workforce was depleted! And again I dare ask: "Why are we so blessed...and who is to say that others are not? But again....why us?"
I am thankful, for my life and this eye-opening experience shedding light upon the many blessings which I begrudgingly take for granted each day.
As my eyes were continually opened to new information of life throughout time and geography, I felt the Lord leading me to the decision to stay yet another year to experience the vast culture of this 'quiet' nation. I simply find myself feeling as though there is so much more here for me, and a need to expereience it, not leave with unfinished business. Only He knows. And with the clarity he sent me, I am sure he will lead me onward.
No matter the country or the culture though there is always time to ring in the season with an apropos viewing of the one and only family favorite, "The Christmas Story...." Tis the Season...and it is. Happy and Merry to you all as we are so blessed. And my father would say or sing...."Hide it under a bushel? NO! I'm gonna let it shine!" Let the joy of your life shine this season, shine into the lives of others and brighten their days and evenings to come. For the single ray of a miner's helmet will forever guide me back to path of gratitude.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
As I sit...
Airports are portals...more than just from country to country, state to state or city to city, but into the hearts and minds of people everywhere. The latter may be the most "terrifying" of them all. Oh, how being surrounded by diversity, culture and beauty can be so compelling, thought-provoking and enriching. Yet, somehow, adversely, the opposite can be the byproduct--a piercing spoken word, a cold stare and unashamed contemptuous body language bringing shattering effects upon a moment of carefree expression.
And she continues to dance. In ways, I am envious.
There was a young woman, I am guessing in her twenties dancing with fluidity throughout concourse C of Charlotte's Douglas Airport. Her conscious and spirit-filled movements lofted through the concourse as a fragrance...yet an unnerving freedom began to permeate throughout the on-lookers. Murmurs, laughter, pointing...Whom is it that is so concerning and what is it that has such a suffocating grip upon the viewers of such a carefree demonstration?
I quickly found the looks sickening. Why? I find it troubling to even find words for the animosity that was growing from deep within me. How quickly we are as humans to leap to conclusions, judgments and finalizing verdicts. It was as I could hear the gavel strike. This young woman had no right to be breathing our air...Harsh...I think so, and somehow from her lively, expressive dancing and consequential judgments placed upon her because of it rapidly the conversation spread to political spin and discord that equally made my stomach turn. Not that I know, but from my short stop in concourse C, I am going to gather that N.C. is not a blue state. Funny how one can discovered such things in a very short period of observation.
Then the worst came like a flood; it wasn't the arbitrary comments from those around me, but my own personal discord and angst rising up from my core. This young woman's verdict had been given: judge, jury and executioner...if her fate was that of the people around her, the future would be less than bleak. Yet my judgment, my own condemnation was rising and I very harshly was brought into my own reality. How was all of what was inside of me any different from what was being spewed from the jesting crowd within the concourse? Nothing...and of course I didn't entirely stay silent...just trying to balance out the crowd...
Like a whisper from my inside:
"From the overflow of the mouth, the heart speaks." I wonder how I am doing.... what does my heart look like? I wonder how we are all doing. Do we only see demographics, nationalities, cultures? And are we only examining with skepticism? What is the state of this place? Where are we and where are we to go? I pray that the Lord would bless and teach us all...for it is only him who shows unconditional love and grants us true acceptance which is clearly not a top priority, begrudgingly, even for me I suppose.
I pray for more: for more of what we seem to be lacking...ears to hear, eyes to see, a heart full of love for all. Patience. Compassion. Zeal. I pray that I would be stripped of my own biases, my own angst, the ugliness of my soul that not even I want to examine or acknowledge. I pray it would all be stripped from me and this world and that one day we might see one another not from afar, but from a common ground of humanity.
And she continues to dance. In ways, I am envious.
There was a young woman, I am guessing in her twenties dancing with fluidity throughout concourse C of Charlotte's Douglas Airport. Her conscious and spirit-filled movements lofted through the concourse as a fragrance...yet an unnerving freedom began to permeate throughout the on-lookers. Murmurs, laughter, pointing...Whom is it that is so concerning and what is it that has such a suffocating grip upon the viewers of such a carefree demonstration?
I quickly found the looks sickening. Why? I find it troubling to even find words for the animosity that was growing from deep within me. How quickly we are as humans to leap to conclusions, judgments and finalizing verdicts. It was as I could hear the gavel strike. This young woman had no right to be breathing our air...Harsh...I think so, and somehow from her lively, expressive dancing and consequential judgments placed upon her because of it rapidly the conversation spread to political spin and discord that equally made my stomach turn. Not that I know, but from my short stop in concourse C, I am going to gather that N.C. is not a blue state. Funny how one can discovered such things in a very short period of observation.
Then the worst came like a flood; it wasn't the arbitrary comments from those around me, but my own personal discord and angst rising up from my core. This young woman's verdict had been given: judge, jury and executioner...if her fate was that of the people around her, the future would be less than bleak. Yet my judgment, my own condemnation was rising and I very harshly was brought into my own reality. How was all of what was inside of me any different from what was being spewed from the jesting crowd within the concourse? Nothing...and of course I didn't entirely stay silent...just trying to balance out the crowd...
Like a whisper from my inside:
"From the overflow of the mouth, the heart speaks." I wonder how I am doing.... what does my heart look like? I wonder how we are all doing. Do we only see demographics, nationalities, cultures? And are we only examining with skepticism? What is the state of this place? Where are we and where are we to go? I pray that the Lord would bless and teach us all...for it is only him who shows unconditional love and grants us true acceptance which is clearly not a top priority, begrudgingly, even for me I suppose.
I pray for more: for more of what we seem to be lacking...ears to hear, eyes to see, a heart full of love for all. Patience. Compassion. Zeal. I pray that I would be stripped of my own biases, my own angst, the ugliness of my soul that not even I want to examine or acknowledge. I pray it would all be stripped from me and this world and that one day we might see one another not from afar, but from a common ground of humanity.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Time Flies; Memories Made. A Home Solidified.
Time does fly and things do change, sometimes more quickly than we are all aware. Spring/Fall (depending on the hemisphere) as well as Summer/Winter for the most part are a mere memory. It has been a blessing to see friends and family in multiple locations under a magnitude of circumstances. Moreover, what a beautiful thing it has been to introduce my American family to those of my new-found Bolivian family. I had the awesome opportunity to bring my parents down to Bolivia for a quick, yet priceless and precious visit to my new home. We enjoyed time of relaxation and as well as a whirlwind of introduction in Calacoto for a bit over a week. Mom and Dad were able to walk the streets, grace the hallways, corridors and classrooms of ACS and sip the coffee of Alexander's, my favorite cafe here, just a few blocks from my home. I would be remiss to not mention our eventful jaunts in the taxis throughout the city and watching the blazing fire down the street from my apt.
We were also blessed with a wonderful car trip to the Cumbre with friends. The Cumbre, which there are a couple is a peak outside of the city where one is able to take in the beauty of the vast and barren countryside. The mountains take your breath away if the altitude has not already, which will happen as you ascend to this beautiful place.
There were many wonderful memories made while Mom and Dad were here and hopefully many more to come in the future!
As time has past and I have time to take a moment to reflect upon my last year, I can only come to one conclusion...a place of peace and blessing which words to some extent can not grasp. Bolivia and its people which emulate its beauty have stolen my heart. One is truly blessed to have a place with people whom love and support; a place where there is rest and peace. I can't even begin to explain what it is like to have two places that I can consider my home, full of love, joy and peace. To have both overlap, even for a short period of time, was a breath of serenity.
To live and live joyously is a gift in which I try to remind myself each day to grasp and not simply realize, but appreciate and share. Simplicity of daily life is nothing to take for granted or diminish in value, but cherish. Maybe these are the finer things of life that I am just beginning to conceptualize. I pray that all may know this truth and be able to relish and rest within it.
"Be still and know that I am God." Your whispers grace us throughout the mountains as they gently resonate within the breeze.
It is here my heart finds rest.
I hope each of you are blessed to find your Bolivia. You are always welcome to visit mine.
We were also blessed with a wonderful car trip to the Cumbre with friends. The Cumbre, which there are a couple is a peak outside of the city where one is able to take in the beauty of the vast and barren countryside. The mountains take your breath away if the altitude has not already, which will happen as you ascend to this beautiful place.
There were many wonderful memories made while Mom and Dad were here and hopefully many more to come in the future!
As time has past and I have time to take a moment to reflect upon my last year, I can only come to one conclusion...a place of peace and blessing which words to some extent can not grasp. Bolivia and its people which emulate its beauty have stolen my heart. One is truly blessed to have a place with people whom love and support; a place where there is rest and peace. I can't even begin to explain what it is like to have two places that I can consider my home, full of love, joy and peace. To have both overlap, even for a short period of time, was a breath of serenity.
To live and live joyously is a gift in which I try to remind myself each day to grasp and not simply realize, but appreciate and share. Simplicity of daily life is nothing to take for granted or diminish in value, but cherish. Maybe these are the finer things of life that I am just beginning to conceptualize. I pray that all may know this truth and be able to relish and rest within it.
"Be still and know that I am God." Your whispers grace us throughout the mountains as they gently resonate within the breeze.
It is here my heart finds rest.
I hope each of you are blessed to find your Bolivia. You are always welcome to visit mine.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Many Blessings
Time has surely passed since my last update of life, yet the last couple of months have been a blessing in time. Spring break has come and gone and it was an amazing experience staying here in La Paz and just being local and seeing daily life here without being at school. I found that I truly do love it here for what it is, just simple life here, I truly enjoy it. I wondered earlier in the year when the bubble would pop, and I would just want to go back home. Or when the "new and exciting" would wear off and I would wake up to "real life". I think I have awakened and I am still just as enamored with this place and what God is doing here. Moreover, I find myself stopping, astonished that the Lord so divinely would bring me here and not only touch my life, change me and teach me, but use me as the answer to others' prayers. The Lord's work is so mysterious.
Within the last 2 months I have been working with my 7th and 8th graders on a major project, "Voices of Our Youth". As in years past, I had students write, "If I could tell the world..." journal entries. This year they ended up turning into persuasive speeches. Both the 7th and 8th grade presented these speeches in January. Before I knew it, I was sitting in the back of my classroom with goosebumps and tears welling up in my eyes over what these young hearts were saying. Surpassing the actual speeches, the students' interactions and dialogue they were having with one another blew me away. With this my mind and heart began racing and "Voices of Our Youth" came to be.
All Grade 8 students were put into pairs and were assigned to research a nonprofit organization of their choice and write a one page abstract outlining its origin and purpose. (Great way to introduce citations and research) The second part of the project was to evaluate the current work of the organization and how the student thought the organization could improve based on his/her research. Throughout the process the research was turned into a persuasive speech to be presented to the class. The top 3 speeches would present to the 8th grade, the top 2 to the 7th and 8th grade and the winner would be the benefitting nonprofit of a middle school arts evening..."Voices of Our Youth" . This would be a night of what the student thought were important...if they had a captive audience, what would they like to say? Of course they could do this in any format...speeches, poetry, dance, music...etc.
A local nonprofit, Para Los Niños, ended up winning (which was awesome). They are a nonprofit focused on helping the orphaned children of La Paz. They are actually located in a local orphanage, Virgen de Fatima, so the entire 7th and 8th grade got to visit the orphanage and see where the money would go and what the organization was all about. Certain students were brought to tears as they played with the children they encountered at the orphanage. Not one of the students was not with one of the kids of Virgen de Fatima--it was beautiful.
After such an experience, the project really took off. Students had all chosen different committees to be on and work began. Within roughly two months, (from the beginning of the research to now) tickets and promotions were made in tech classes, over 50 different local companies were contacted, 32 making donations, over 200 tickets were sold, 20 performances took the stage and close to $2,000 was raised to benefit the children of Virgen de Fatima Orphanage. Amazing. Thursday evening was truly breathtaking as I watched middle schoolers voice their hearts and minds, igniting an audience into laughter as well as bringing them to tears as the unselfishly came together and gave of themselves for the less fortunate children of Bolivia.
It's been powerful to watch the Lord work through the willing.
Within the last 2 months I have been working with my 7th and 8th graders on a major project, "Voices of Our Youth". As in years past, I had students write, "If I could tell the world..." journal entries. This year they ended up turning into persuasive speeches. Both the 7th and 8th grade presented these speeches in January. Before I knew it, I was sitting in the back of my classroom with goosebumps and tears welling up in my eyes over what these young hearts were saying. Surpassing the actual speeches, the students' interactions and dialogue they were having with one another blew me away. With this my mind and heart began racing and "Voices of Our Youth" came to be.
All Grade 8 students were put into pairs and were assigned to research a nonprofit organization of their choice and write a one page abstract outlining its origin and purpose. (Great way to introduce citations and research) The second part of the project was to evaluate the current work of the organization and how the student thought the organization could improve based on his/her research. Throughout the process the research was turned into a persuasive speech to be presented to the class. The top 3 speeches would present to the 8th grade, the top 2 to the 7th and 8th grade and the winner would be the benefitting nonprofit of a middle school arts evening..."Voices of Our Youth" . This would be a night of what the student thought were important...if they had a captive audience, what would they like to say? Of course they could do this in any format...speeches, poetry, dance, music...etc.
A local nonprofit, Para Los Niños, ended up winning (which was awesome). They are a nonprofit focused on helping the orphaned children of La Paz. They are actually located in a local orphanage, Virgen de Fatima, so the entire 7th and 8th grade got to visit the orphanage and see where the money would go and what the organization was all about. Certain students were brought to tears as they played with the children they encountered at the orphanage. Not one of the students was not with one of the kids of Virgen de Fatima--it was beautiful.
After such an experience, the project really took off. Students had all chosen different committees to be on and work began. Within roughly two months, (from the beginning of the research to now) tickets and promotions were made in tech classes, over 50 different local companies were contacted, 32 making donations, over 200 tickets were sold, 20 performances took the stage and close to $2,000 was raised to benefit the children of Virgen de Fatima Orphanage. Amazing. Thursday evening was truly breathtaking as I watched middle schoolers voice their hearts and minds, igniting an audience into laughter as well as bringing them to tears as the unselfishly came together and gave of themselves for the less fortunate children of Bolivia.
It's been powerful to watch the Lord work through the willing.
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