Sometimes I am compelled to invite those who follow this blog regularly behind
the scenes into the work we do here.
While some readers are all too familiar with the world of development,
there are definitely some of you that might have a hard time picturing what we
really do with ourselves much of time.
Looking back over the past several months, we certainly seem busy, and
also appear to have had a heavy social calendar, but it does not give a really
good picture of how we spend our work hours.
For many who knew us when we left our home and jobs in the
US 5 years ago to take an assignment with MCC as ‘missionaries’ with a Christian humanitarian aid organization, I can
imagine a certain image of what we would be doing that we probably projected
ourselves. That is, a kind of compassion-driven flinging-of-oneself-off-the-cliff-of-reality into the abyss of abject
poverty. A place peopled with orphans, widows, and vacant-eyed, forgotten, Africans clamoring
to be touched by the bright torch of our loving faith. Our salaries would largely be paid in smiles from those who received our hugs, and who's tears we wiped away, as we meet their small needs for the basics: shoes, soap, small change, and candies pressed into the eagerly outstretched hands of hungry children.
Probably overstated, but the point is I do not think there
is a sense of much of what I would call a left brained rationality to the work we do. Ultimately it
is a heart thing.
While I do want to affirm the importance of being resolved
in one’s heart about the step to work overseas in this field, I would want to
change the image of this work to bring hope as entirely an activity of the heart--hugging,
affirming, impulsively giving stuff away, or even Evangelization.
The first thing one realizes after spending more than a few
months in a place, is that, in fact, there are very few ‘forgotten’ people. The very rich and very poor live here in highly
complex social relations, and it is often these very relations that are keeping
them in their difficult situations, but taking them out, would often be worse. One realizes quickly the struggle against
poverty is more about justice than compassion.
It is not atypical to go through a phase of anger as one butts up
against what I call the obduracy of poverty. Even those most negatively impacted by it
seem completely ensconced by their own rational choices.I think it is important to work in such a context long enough to move beyond naïve pity, anger, despair, and into a mindset that prepares one for the long hard slog into the world of ‘development’. I feel that getting to this place is not an abandonment of faith but rather a deeper affirmation of it. This is the real road to Calvary. It is far different than being willing to throw oneself off the cliff and burn-out after a few months.
PMEL. That is an acronym too familiar to those of us who work in development projects. It stands for Planning, Monitoring, Evaluation, and Learning. It is the backbone of all the work that Rebecca and I do here, be it in providing humanitarian aid, peacebuilding, education, or development. It is definitely more of a head thing than a heart thing!
The idea is that if we want to have an impact we have to
think small, not big. We are no longer
here to save the world, we are here to help say: 22 rural savings groups to
learn an improved agricultural techniques in order to improve their crop yields
by 20% per year over a 3 year period.
This may sound a bit pedantic, but
following-up, understanding the reasons for success and failure, helps us plan better
the next time, or be able to replicate good results in a future project. Changes are not measured in lives transformed
but in how many meals per day a family is eating as a result of the work, or
how much shorter the ‘hunger-gap’ is between harvest seasons.
We plan, we implement, then we watch, we record, we adapt,
and we plan again. Little by little we
hope to see some measurable progress.
Many of the project ‘seeds we sow’ we will not be around long enough to
reap. Change can happen over a decade,
and may not be a steady path upward, but rather truncated over time.
Cassien showing a contour line to Mike. |
Our group visiting beneficiaries in Mabanda recent returnees from Tanzania. |
It is not exactly Jesus feeding the 5000, but it is a more sustainable way to address the problem of people not being able to grow enough to eat on a regular basis.
Mike and Matt puzzling over the cause of very poor maize yield from a recent harvest. |
Matt and Michael tagged along because they wanted to have an
idea of what Help Channel was doing, but also because they have their own CFGB
funded projects and wanted a chance for some on- on-one time with the visitors.
a contour line planted with grasses and agroforestry trees. |
Overwhelmingly we were impressed by what we saw and received
much acclaim from those who have been benefitting from the work.
In the evenings we stayed in different guest houses each
night, but generally sat and met late into the evening brainstorming, hammering
out new proposals, and playing Carcisonne (which Michael really liked to
play.) We returned via the lake coming
up from the Southern tip of Burundi back to Bujumbura on Thursday. Friday was a full day of meetings before our
guests left on Saturday.
If I could sum up a field visit in a single adjective, it would have to be 'gritty'. Long hours in Land Cruisers on dusty roads, then standing in fields in hot sun, sweating, only to come back to a guest house room with no running or cold water gives a pretty accurate picture of the experience. (Actually on the first night the place we stayed did have hot running water, but I have never seen that before upcountry.)
Rebecca and Felix waiting outside the bride's house. |
Rebecca went as our representative to a dowry party for
Felix, our program assistant, in the early afternoon. She has
some pictures of her waiting with the grooms family to enter the bride’s house. She was not even able to stay the whole time as we also had a good-bye party to attend in the evening for our German friends the Hoffman’s. It was a nice party and Rebecca and I were asked to provide some folk dances for people to do together as a sign of our communal bonds.
a skit at the party at Hoffman's |
Sunday was mercifully normal but we spent most of the afternoon helping Oren study for his comprehensive finals which were to continue up to Wednesday.
THE ARRIVAL OF REBECCA’S BROTHER’S FAMILY!!! Yes Paul, Gwendolyn, Miriam, and Gabriel
arrived in the afternoon, just ahead of me.
Here is a picture of our families at Cercle Nautique today. More on them later as we will be vacationing
with them in Kenya in the near future.
1 comment:
Good morning, how are you?
My name is Emilio, I am a Spanish boy and I live in a town near to Madrid. I am a very interested person in knowing things so different as the culture, the way of life of the inhabitants of our planet, the fauna, the flora, and the landscapes of all the countries of the world etc. in summary, I am a person that enjoys traveling, learning and respecting people's diversity from all over the world.
I would love to travel and meet in person all the aspects above mentioned, but unfortunately as this is very expensive and my purchasing power is quite small, so I devised a way to travel with the imagination in every corner of our planet. A few years ago I started a collection of used stamps because trough them, you can see pictures about fauna, flora, monuments, landscapes etc. from all the countries. As every day is more and more difficult to get stamps, some years ago I started a new collection in order to get traditional letters addressed to me in which my goal was to get at least 1 letter from each country in the world. This modest goal is feasible to reach in the most part of countries, but unfortunately, it is impossible to achieve in other various territories for several reasons, either because they are very small countries with very few population, either because they are countries at war, either because they are countries with extreme poverty or because for whatever reason the postal system is not functioning properly.
For all this, I would ask you one small favor:
Would you be so kind as to send me a letter by traditional mail from Burundi? I understand perfectly that you think that your blog is not the appropriate place to ask this, and even, is very probably that you ignore my letter, but I would call your attention to the difficulty involved in getting a letter from that country, and also I don’t know anyone neither where to write in Burundi in order to increase my collection. a letter for me is like a little souvenir, like if I have had visited that territory with my imagination and at same time, the arrival of the letters from a country is a sign of peace and normality and an original way to promote a country in the world. My postal address is the following one:
Emilio Fernandez Esteban
Avenida Juan de la Cierva, 44
28903 Getafe (Madrid)
Spain
If you wish, you can visit my blog www.cartasenmibuzon.blogspot.com where you can see the pictures of all the letters that I have received from whole World.
Finally, I would like to thank the attention given to this letter, and whether you can help me or not, I send my best wishes for peace, health and happiness for you, your family and all your dear beings.
Yours Sincerely
Emilio Fernandez
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