Kenya believe there's more?

Kenya say this play on words is getting old? I knew you could... ;)

I'd like to continue repeating some of the stories that I heard from Merci Chidi in Kenya about the foundation of Ripples International - her organization which was started with a desire to help those suffering from AIDS. Some of what I'm about to repeat is speculation and some is from remembered conversations from almost a year ago. So if there are any mistakes in facts, they are all mine.

After getting Ripples underway by concentrating on building an organization that helped people get free testing for AIDS and then help and support for those with AIDS (with generous help from USAID and other organizations) Merci became aware of a growing need for a infant rescue center for abandoned babies. Not having funding for this project, she decided to do what so many others have done - she decided to sell stuff on the internet. Her idea was to make crafts in Kenya and send them to America where someone would sell them on the internet. All proceeds would go to the Infant New Start Center. She did some research and found a connection in Minnesota (I believe). Since she was flying to the US to report to USAID anyway, she decided to take a detour to Minnesota to make sure that this internet company was on the up and up.

As she flew, she met a lady who was from Wisconsin and who was intrigued by the work she was doing. She told Merci that if she was ever in the Racine area, to come look her and her church up. Merci arrived in Minnesota and went to visit the internet store and discovered that it was just a fly by night operation. The owner, who was completely gracious, told her that he doubted her plan would work. She was now stuck in Minnesota with a few days to kill before heading to Washington, so she decided to call this lady she'd met on the plane. Well, one thing led to another, and before she knew it this woman's husband was her biggest donor (and owner of several TV stations in the Wisconsin market). She'd gone to Minnesota to land a small internet company and she ended up with her biggest donor in Wisconsin (where the Board of Directors are now located, by the way).

The following year, as Merci was preparing to head to the US for more discussions with her various partners, she was confronted by her staff. They had been noticing that a lot of young women were coming in for AIDS screenings after having been victims of rape and incest. Not only was this heartbreaking to her staff and Merci, but it was felt that they ought to do something about it. Merci, however, knew that there was no money in the budget for such a project, so she informed her staff to collect the documentation and to pray for some divine help.

When she got to the US, she discovered that her Wisconsin donor's wife had prepared for Merci to give a talk about her organization to some influential politicians and their wives. Right before the meeting, Merci's staff sent her all the documentation they had accumulated about the young girls. Merci was rather upset by the documents and prayed to God for some help. She doesn't remember the talk going all that well because she was distracted by thoughts of the other thing.

The next day, as she was sitting in the hotel's restaurant having breakfast, this middle aged woman walked up to her and introduced herself saying that she had been at the talk the day before and that she wanted to help. Then she handed Merci an envelope and walked away. Merci, thinking the envelope to contain some sort of small donation, finished her breakfast and then got ready to leave for the day. At a stopping point, she decided to open the envelope.

It was a check for $20,000 US Dollars - more than enough to start a program for young raped and abused women. Merci thanked God for His intervention and then called the woman to thank her and tell her what the money was going to be used for.

When she was done speaking, there was silence on the other end. For a second, Merci thought she had somehow offended the woman, thinking that perhaps this woman wanted the money to go to AIDS care or something. But then she heard the woman on the other end sobbing.

This woman had been a victim of rape and incest when she was a child. She had never told anyone and had lived with the stigma all these years, just having confronted it within the last year. She had been looking for someway to reach out to other people who had been injured and, after having prayed to God, she heard Merci talk and decided to give money to help in Kenya. She was so overcome with emotion, the woman told Merci to start up the project and send her all the bills - she would pay for everything.

I can honestly tell you that after hearing stories like this from Merci and many others in Kenya, I knew that God was not only actively at work there, but that people's reliance on Him in their lives was making profound impacts. If there had been any lingering doubt in the reality of God before going to Kenya, they were gone by the time I left. And what I especially found to be profound in its impact was the matter-of-fact nature of God's working in people's lives. These people acted and spoke as if God was just around the corner - not some far off and nebulous cosmic figure that you had to struggle to think existed. His existence and intervention in people's lives was taken for granted - not something that had to be proven to anyone. I struggle for such a connection to God - though my connection to Him has been greatly bolstered.

Tomorrow, come back for a big announcement!

Kenya say Inspirational?

I knew you could...

This weekend, we were visited by one of our Kenya partners, Mercy Chidi, who is in North America for a conference and also to visit her charities various sponsors - including Lakeside. On Sunday, at church, she shared the following story. Any mistakes in the retelling are due to my faulty memory...

After growing up in Isiolo (a town about an hour north of Meru), Mercy went to University in Nairobi. After graduating from University with a degree in Social Work, she took a job in Nairobi, got married, settled down and had kids. She was living a very normal life. But then, one day, everything changed.

Her best friend was dying from HIV/AIDS. For months on end, she would spend every weekend driving from Nairobi to Isiolo (about 8 hours) to tend to her friends health. At the time (about ten years ago) there was a huge stigma against AIDS. If you had it or were dying from it, you told no one. So Mercy was her only friend that even knew she was dying. She tended to her care as best she could, but, of course, AIDS is still a death sentence. When she died, the stigma was so strong, her friend's parents simply told their daughter's friends and community that she had emigrated to the United States rather than admit that she had died of AIDS. Mercy was heartbroken at the loss of her friend.

She turned to God in prayer and asked for some guidance because she saw how many children were affected by AIDS in Isiolo and Meru and she wanted to do something about it - maybe something to do with prevention or education. God told her to move back to Isiolo. To do so, she would have to uproot her family, quit her job, and force her husband to leave his well-paying UN job. But God told her what to do, so she did it. She moved her family to Isiolo and began to work with AIDS education and treatment.

The organization she created from scratch at the behest of God now serves over 12,000 children and just recently opened the first Pediatric hospital in all of central Kenya.

I can tell more inspirational stories... and I will... but the real inspirational part of this story was how normal and human and Christian this woman is. She laments the fact that because her organization has grown so big, she can no longer go to the local hospital and visit the children in the Children's Ward. She was telling us about confronting the heirarchy in her church by being seen with a known drinker at a bar who had been so excited by Christ until the church had discovered her secret and rejected her. Every time I get a chance to spend time with her, I come away even more inspired than I was before.

More to come tomorrow...

The More Things Change...

Nope. Not gonna comment on the Election. Or the World Series. Just not going to happen.

Instead, I want to talk about my new blog, The More Things Change, and invite you all to jump aboard now. This is going to be a daily serial (or as near a daily serial as I can manage with my busy schedule) that I've been hemming and hawing over for a while now. Mostly, I just miss writing a cliff-hangerish kind of story that's fun and silly and non-thought provoking.

At it's heart is a story of one nuclear family, and particularly it's protagonist and narrator, Taylor, who has a twin sister named Jess. As is typical of any TAC story, there is nothing typical about Taylor or his family - as he's about to find out. Beyond that, I don't know where the story will go. I have ideas. I'll take them as I come to them. Short, sweet, cliff-hangerish episodes. I hope you'll come along for the ride.

Here's the link... I hope...

From ECBN - East Coast Bias News

11/02/10

Boy, the Texas Rangers really have their work cut out for them now. Down 4-1 in the best of seven series, they not only have to win the last two, but convince the commissioner that the first game shouldn't count. However, as these Texas Rangers beat the Yankees, anything is possible for them.

Last night, once again, the Texas Rangers defeated themselves with a lack of hitting and above the fence defense. They didn't exercise plate control, swinging at pitches that they clearly couldn't hit, and not swinging at ones that they probably could have hit had they just swung. Also, on one particular play where the wind aided a pop-up by Edgar Renteria to clear the fences, they were not in a position to leap above the fence and catch the ball. However, these slight mental errors by the Texas Rangers are mere aberrations on what will otherwise be a glorious comeback for their first ever World Series win over that other team.

Any other outcome is inconceivable.