As I begin this, Yulia and I are in flight from Kiev, Ukraine to
Munich, Germany, the first leg of the trip home that will take us next to Newark
for a few hours and finally to Atlanta. I am thinking about what we know that
others do not know and perhaps will not ever know. I am thinking of all the places I have been
and adventures I have had and the warm family I grew up in that is the solid
base upon which I can and have had such experiences.
Nadia |
These are things the girl in this picture here will probably never know, neither the places I have been
nor the experience of a warm family like the one I was formed within. This girl's name is on the paper tag on her shirt: Nadia. Note the
arm bands, black and white. I've seen this before. They likely cover scars from
a knife or razor.
In the final weekend of the visit to Ukraine, our team led workshops in two orphanages
about three hours by train from Odessa. The girl pictured here lives at the
orphanage in a town called Kotovsk. One hundred and ten children live at this orphanage. It is a town of
perhaps 30,000 people.
Nadia decides |
In this moment children are in a circle, in the
foreground is a stuffed animal, out of focus, held by Alla, our team leader. The
rule is, the person with the toy, speaks; the others listen. The discussion will
vary but mostly center on topics like who we trust and why, or how we support
our friends.
Roma - Take my picture |
Tanya - pick me, pick me |
These are kids destined for a life very different from ours. They won't know what you and I know and experience here in America. But that is not the end of hope or the end of the story. What we give these children when we come is the time to build upon the love and friendships and trust they are already forming.
Our goal is not to hold their hands
or give them blankets or candy, but to help them find the strong person they can
be--and that person is often hiding inside them.
As I finish this newsletter I am back
now in the states. In one of the several airports we passed through, I saw an
interesting poster: a picture of a girl who looked to be twelve or thirteen and
living in poverty somewhere in Asia. At the top of the picture were the words,
"I am powerful."
That's what we are about in our work
with children. It's one thing to help with food, clothing and medical care. It's
another to help children find the courage and strength inside to make a life.
Grace and Peace,
Robert Gamble
--
Dr. Robert Gamble,
cell phone: 828 318 2149
Interim Pastor, First Presbyterian Church, Cumberland MD
Director, This Child Here
www.thischildhere.org
Donations to This Child Here can be made on the website or by check to: This Child Here, 245 Seaview Ave, Daytona Beach, Fl 32118
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We do not Believe in
Ourselves until someone
Reveals that deep inside us
Something is valuable,
Worth listening to, worthy
Of our touch, sacred to our touch.
Once we believe in ourselves we can
Risk curiosity, wonder, Spontaneous
Delight, or any experience that reveals
The human spirit.
e.e. cummings
I recall watching a documentary on the street children in St. Petersburg. My god Fodder I've seen rats live a better life. If I wasn't hanging on by a thread myself I'd be more than willing to help.
ReplyDeleteUnderstand totally. Charity begins at home, then close to home.
DeleteIn Soviet times, none of this happened. Not to say people didn't fall through the cracks but there were people and programs in place to help kids like this. Now of course there is nothing. The marketplace reigns supreme and the rich and powerful steal it all.