Some Light Reading

Since I tend to have a bit of free time on my hands these days I've been doing quite a bit of reading lately. So I thought I would share with you all a few things that I've been reading lately that have really touched me and will help explain to you better what I can not express in this blog.


This is from a blog by Dennis Smith and was shared at World Mission Connection 2009 recently. He does a very good job of succinctly describing the state of things here in Latin America and the role that mission work is playing to accompany our brothers and sisters here.

A Day in the Life of Latin América(a contribution to the Latin America plenary, World Mission Celebration 2009)
The day begins with a memory of what might have been. Memories that go back centuries. Memories of dignity and autonomy. Memories that nourish identity.
For some, it's the memory of la Patria Grande, the great Latin American nation dreamed by Bolivar and San Martin. For some, the memory of great civilizations centered in Cuzco or Teotihuacán or Tikal. For some, the memory of proud cities carved out of the Brazilian hinterlands by the sons and daughters of Africa.
But borders came to define our lives. Our differences became more important that that which we have in common: city folks vs rural folks, men vs women, indigenous vs mestizo vs african, landless vs landlords, powerful elites vs excluded majorities. We found that our divisions are not just personal; they are built into the structures, into the very fabric of society.
Centuries of injustice, exclusion, dependence; centuries of hard work, entrepreneurial spirit, profound creative impulse.
God is here. Here are untold millions whose first waking thought each morning is: “Thank you, God, for this day. Thank you, God, for the gift of life!”
Here are millions of peasant farmers. Existence itself determined by the cycles of planting and harvest, sun and rain. Armies of day laborers cutting sugar cane, picking coffee and bananas.
Here are giant agribusiness enterprises whose fields of soybeans and wheat are larger than some small countries.
Here are extractive industries processing oil, copper, nickel, gold. Is the profit worth the poisoned lives?
This small rural town has no full-time doctor. The school only goes through sixth grade. But they do have radio – their own local radio in their mother tongue – and television and an internet café. They understand that their lives are somehow intertwined with yours.
There is no employment for the children born here. They will leave for the city. Or cross borders – at great risk – in pursuit of a dream.
Then there is life in the city. Most Latin Americans now live in cities. How can one touch so many people? How can one hear so many stories? An endless sea of stories – such longing, such energy.
Here are those who can take refuge from the raw energy of the city by living in secure enclaves. Those who can't, learn to adapt somehow – learning to see without seeing, learning to embrace numbness.Here – in the city, in the countryside - is where people committed to the common good organize to challenge corruption and abuse of power, to challenge destruction of the environment.
Here is where God's people proclaim that violence in their midst – especially violence against women and children - is violence against God's own self.
Here is where people respectfully celebrate the presence of God in the other person, working ecumenically to build the common good.
Here is where our brothers and sisters offer the gift of wholeness in Jesus Christ.
When you come home in the evening you reflect, perhaps, on what you chose not to see that day. “Have I lost the ability to engage in random acts of kindness? Have I remained silent in the face of pettiness or injustice? Have I lost the ability to be shocked by cruelty or indifference?”
Your soul aches. You seek solace in your community of faith. There you have a voice. There you can testify to God's benevolence. “Today I was not alone. Today we are not alone.”
The Spirit is poured out; hope is nourished. Here ordinary people reflect on being the people of God. . .
These are stories from Latin America and the Caribbean. Presbyterian stories. May we have eyes to see and ears to hear. . .
- Dennis A. Smith 23 oct 2009 densmithfam@gmail.com

This next bit of reading is an article from the New York Times. I already posted it on my facebook page, but I want to make sure that you all who are following me read it, so I'm posting it again. It explains a lot of my passion for working with women and children and I agree with a lot of what the article has to say about giving aid to women and elevating the status of women in many areas around the world will help alliviate many of the world's problems. It's kinda long, but totally worth the time it takes to get through it. Especially enjoy the little Oklahoma connection on the last page, it made me smile and almost cry. Saving the World's Women.

Finally, please post comments!!! I would love to hear what you think about these articles. We can start discussions. And if just a few people start posting then it helps others post too. Also tell me what you think about the blog in general. Tell me what you want to hear about my life here. Everyday life stuff? or Stories and anecdotes? more MLIA? what? Ok well I hope everyone is doing well. I'm probably going to post again soon about my recent YAV retreat here in Huanuco and about all the fun times that were had.