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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Isaiah 1:17

I haven’t posted much about my actual work and have decided that it’s time to fill everyone in. Over the past two months I have definitely adjusted to the culture at our office and have really enjoyed learning a lot and taking in what’s happening in each department. If you aren’t familiar, the basic way that we work is as follows: first and foremost, we need to get the girls out of oppression, and this is done entirely in conjunction with local law enforcement. From there, the lawyers and advocates deal with the perpetrators, taking them through the local public justice system, going to bail hearings, trials, meeting with the appropriate people to make this all happen the right way, etc. The girls are immediately sent to aftercare facilities where they are nurtured, counseled and taught valuable skills. The equivalent of the Child Protective Services places the girls in homes where spots are available. Some of the homes are public government homes and others are privately homes run by NGO’s – some Christian and some secular. We have a special relationship with one Christian home which houses about 19 girls. This is the place where I have visited the girls and gotten to know a few of them.

So what am I doing? I am the first Communications intern that our office has had, and so the beginning of my time here was spent in lots of meetings where we were working on defining my role in the office. I am working with the Community Relations team, and their job is primarily to work in church relations, educating the local church on the issue of sex trafficking and injustice in the community. For example, this weekend we are hosting a conference for principals of local Christian schools and colleges. As far as action points for the attendees, we are suggesting that they get involved as prayer partners, sign up to receive regular updates, volunteer at our aftercare facilities, or sign up to be independent witnesses. The latter is a huge opportunity for local people to be involved in this process: each time there is a rescue operation, it is the law that there be two female independent witnesses there to testify in court. Therefore, if a woman signed up to go, she has a very powerful experience to share with her friends.

I am also working for each department to push out as many stories as possible about what is happening here in the city. Press releases, case stories, news from the field, sentences, victories, etc. I am working with another intern from a nearby city to build on our current media relations so that in the next few months every rescue will be published in the newspaper. I also have been producing many pieces (fact sheets, newsletters, updates) for the Director, researching, updating contact information, editing pieces, etc. Every day is different. I have interviewed some of the staff in the office and have been blown away by their dedication to this cause. I am lucky to see people working hard every day to ‘seek justice, rescue the oppressed, defend the orphan, plead for the widow.’

My coworkers are remarkable. I have never been around a group of people so grounded in their faith and so brave. The work takes courage. The advocates work terribly long hours in court, researching, writing briefs and making sure that our cases are progressing. They are working in a broken justice system and have to deal with disappointments alongside victories. They are exceptionally patient, as most cases take several years to come to trial. The aftercare social workers are literally faced with the effects of brutal injustice daily. They have enormous uphill battles with some of the girls initially unreceptive to care and help. They also get to see God working to restore the lives of girls who are able to overcome their past. From my very limited experiences with some of the girls, I can’t ever get over how strong they are. It is hard to think the situations they were in before their rescue, but many of them are well adapted to life in the home. They are going to school, watching movies, learning skills and giggling just like any teenage girl would.

If I have learned anything for certain while I am here, it is that the Enemy is very real and that the battle is happening now. He is actively out to destroy our work, impede upon our success, and keep these girls in abuse and captivity. He is out to instigate tip-offs, to produce injustice in the courts, and to keep the perpetrators free to destroy lives and traffick more girls. The only way to battle this is to face the Enemy head on and trust that our God is greater than all forces working against us. We must believe that God is present in the heat of the battle and that he will enable us, give the girls strength, provide a way out for them, and use us to go to the darkest and scariest places in this city and give hope to those who are helpless. Boldness, patience and prayer are what gets this team through.

I have seen freedom come to several girls since I have been here. As I have learned more about their stories, there is no way for it to not break my heart. I have met and read about girls who were trafficked by their fathers, brothers, or a complete stranger who they trusted to give them a job. They were allured by the promise of getting out of poverty, of earning something for their families, of being independent. Some were taken as young as age 12 and were in captivity for several years, enduring endless emotional and physical and sexual abuse. Some were beaten, some were never paid, some were put on drugs. A few girls were abused so violently that they couldn’t even stand up at the time of rescue. I have seen men trading petty cash in exchange for the innocence of girls who they push into dirty rooms. I can’t help but to compare it to my charmed and privileged life and struggle with how I got dealt the cards I did when so many other girls had this happen to them. I don’t have the answer to that, but I do know what my response is.

Even in the two months since I have been here, I can say with confidence that the fight for justice is now something that will forever be a part of me. As a Christian but also as a human being, I can’t simply live knowing what I know and seeing what I see without doing something about it. I’d definitely encourage anyone who wants to know anything else to drop me a question because I’d love to talk more about it!

Love you all so much!

Monday, November 22, 2010

staycation

What a weekend!! I am so glad that I got a chance to get away without even leaving the city. I had a fabulous time with Robin and her parents and am so thankful that I got a break. It was so crazy the treatment we received! At the Swissotel, we were brought drinks upon check-in and were greeted by the general manager. He also had welcome cards hand delivered to our rooms! Friday we went swimming and got iced coffees at the edgeless pool, went for a wonderful dinner and relaxed in our room. Day two began with an incredible breakfast buffet- smoked salmon and everything! and then we headed for hotel #2.

Oh my goodness.

So, Robin's mom is the tutor of the GM of the Hyatt's son, and they seriously hooked it up. Presidential suite! Personalized letters waiting for us in the room. We spent afternoon at the pool, relaxing in our room, watching Paranormal Activity and getting ready for another fab dinner.




When we got back, I went with Vic again for a quick trip to the village to take some pictures with the local kids. It's so fun. They know him well around there, and at one point some kids saw him and then this entire herd of them started running towards us, posing for different shots and getting candy from me. This one little girl came out with her pet bird and put it on my shoulder!


I love being able to experience the joy that these kids have. I definitely want to make more of a habit of going to the village on the weekends- the children are absolutely gorgeous. I have also been thinking lately that I would really like to get more involved in the community while I am here. Mother Teresa's Home for the destitute and dying is close by and I am going to inquire this weekend about volunteering there. My supervisor was telling me how important it is to really let the city change you, and to experience all you can while here.

Another thing I am going to do is try out a....you know, laughing society. That's right folks. Check it out. One of the other interns and I are going to try it at 7 am one morning this week. Apparently a big group of people meets at a park and LOLs for about an hour. It is supposed to be really good for you, and we all know how contagious laughter is. I will HAVE to get some video footage of this to share with everyone.

Anyways, it's a new week and I am so thankful to be here. Work is going so well- in fact, I am going to give an update about details there soon once it gets approved so that I can blog about the heart of the work here and fill everyone in. I can't believe I am missing Thanksgiving for the first time EVER! but we are going to have a little celebration here with the interns. I love you all so much. Have a wonderful Monday!

Friday, November 19, 2010

getaway

I have been in this city for almost two months, taken at least 45 freezing showers and slept for about 4 hours every night. It was time for a weekend away. So, I am with Robin and her parents for three days of 5 star hotel hopping. I have never felt so clean/fabulous/relaxed and this is only day one :)





Wednesday, November 17, 2010

happy birthday seester




To my beautiful Heather, my most faithful friend and continual source of encouragement and inspiration, Happy 24th birthday. Seems like yesterday we were dressing up, fighting over dolls, sharing clothes in high school, going to cross country meets together, analyzing boys late night in your bedroom, and tearing up UNC's campus. I'm so sad I can't be there, but know that I am so thankful for YOU and am so glad that God brought you to the Gillespie family 24 years ago so I could have an awesome older sis. I hope you have some time to celebrate the right way and take a break from the books. I love you so much!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

even there your hand will guide

My roommate shared this song in morning devotion the other day and I loved it so much.. Enjoy!

Though I fly to distant lands
Carried by the dawn, lifted on her wings
Though my heart grow slowly cold
And my eyes behold dark and dreadful things
Though my legs should strain to run the race
On the path unmarked, in the lonely place
Even there your hand will guide
Even there your hand will guide

Though my enemy press in
And my courage fail as a crumbling wall
Though the mountains blaze with fire
And the ground beneath me quake and fall
I will turn my eyes to Christ, my Lord
Who calms the sea and turns back the storm
Even here your hand will guide
Even here your hand will guide

Though the gates of death loom grim
And the darkened road leads ever down
Though the path grow ever dim
And ten thousand scheme to do me harm
I will follow Christ, my captain bold
Who has vanquished death and sin untold
And will guide me safely home
He will guide me safely home

Sunday, November 14, 2010

hunger

I would dare to say that no one I know personally has ever been in a situation where they had no access to food. Even in my own experiences, I have always been around an enormous excess of it. I eat what I want to and throw the rest out. The only times when I haven't had it have been during my silly extreme crash diets and have opted out on purpose. Needless to say, I have absolutely no idea what it is like to go hungry.

So I find myself in this new city, new country, new culture and environment where the concept of constant hunger pangs is a reality for millions of people. All I have to do is walk outside the walls of my flat, where there are families living down both sides of the street under tarps and in make-do houses. Children on the other side of the wall are skinny and malnourished, with no access to healthy food, dental care, medicine or proper clothes. Families on the other side of the wall put their children to sleep at night on the floor, in the heat, in the same clothes that they wear every day. This boundary between the 'haves' and the 'have nots' is distinct. The wall is a very present reality. But what gets to me more than anything is that so many people in my neighborhood, in my community and in my reach, don't even have food. There are kids right outside my window that spend the day looking through dumpsters for anything to eat. How do I deal with it? I don't singlehandedly have the resources to solve the problem entirely, and I am here working primarily to help a different issue. But that doesn't change the fact that children on the other side of the wall are hungry, and that mothers are going without so that their kids can eat.

I pulled out my Bible to remind myself of what God has to say about this. I see Deut. 15:11, which says 'You shall open wide your hand to your brother, to the needy and to the poor in your land." I see 1 Tim 6:18, which says that am 'to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share." I am working through how I can best answer that call and contribute to these people here. People who are human beings with the same needs as me. There are some homeless people I see every single day who are in my direct pathway, and I never want to get to the point of numbness that it doesn't break my heart. I am also big on the concept of putting my faith into tangible action, and I know that giving food or money for food is a way that I can show Christ's love to those who are not as fortunate. I know that God has called me to serve others and to joyfully give of what I have, and I am working on figuring out how best to do this. Where do you even start?

Thursday, November 11, 2010

cold showers and mosquitos

I must begin by saying that this is not a complaint post. Quite the contrary- it is actually meant to show you that even I, Miss Priss herself, can get over things that I once would have said were bare minimum living standards. Hopefully this will be entertaining to those of you who never thought I could do this :)

With that being said, today I would like to highlight the two current issues that my roommates and I are facing: cold showers and bed bugs/mosquitos. BOTH of which will be non-issues here pretty soon, once we find a competent repair guy and the weather gets colder.

I will start with the showers. About a month ago, our hot water heater broke. We have tried several times to get a repairman to come and fix it. The first two times he was a no-show. The last two times he has come, informed us that it is in fact broken, and promptly left. Brilliant assessment. So needless to say we are stuck with the cold showers, and I'm not talking your typical cold shower. I am talking freezing, goosebump producing, heart-racingly cold showers. So, this is how it goes. I get up at about 7:15, eat my imported Honey Bunches of Oats, spend about 5-10 minutes preparing for what is to come, and then I man up and decide it's time. I turn on the water. My body quickly turns into an icicle. My fists are clenched. Frigid tears running down my face. Jogging in place to keep my blood flowing. Wash and run. Wash and run.

Onto the mosquitos. It's interesting how different they are in every region. The mosquitos in North Carolina are super super fast and are hard to catch. The mosquitos I remember at camp in Ontario were really slow and subsequently easier to get to. I don't think it matters how fast or slow the mosquitos are here, because they are everywhere. I am starting to wish that I had actually filled my anti-malaria prescription. There is truly nothing like falling asleep to the perpetual feeling of bugs crawling on you and waking up with welts. I think maybe it's because my room is the closest to the front door. But regardless, its OOC. Out of control.

For your visual pleasure: Katherine's feet after an especially brutal attack. Who wants to visit?!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

obama

"That one is mine and the other a stranger is the concept of little minds. But to the large-hearted, the world itself is their family." {from the Panchantra}

Here is the transcript of his address--

Monday, November 8, 2010

"behind every great work of God you will always find someone kneeling in prayer."

- dwight l. moody

sold


I read this book cover to cover this past weekend. It was a quick read, but I found myself having to take a couple breaks to process what I was reading. It is the story of Lakshmi, a 13 year old Nepali girl who was trafficked into India and sold by her step-father so that he could have extra gambling money. The entire story is written in diary entry form from her perspective and is one of the most moving stories on this issue. I found myself extremely saddened, infuriated and compelled to act. Patricia McCormick did extensive research in both Nepal and India and Lakshmi represents a collection of true stories based on her findings. Definitely, definitely, definitely pick it up and start reading. 

Saturday, November 6, 2010

fireworks

Friends, family and faithful followers! I hope this blog post reaches you having a super fab weekend. I am currently posted up at my friend Robin's for the weekend.. trying to get as much time with her before she leaves in December :( It has been a really fun week so far, and I finally have some photos to post for your visual pleasure!!

Several announcements: I have actually already gotten to season five of Gilmore Girls. Impressive I know. I find myself constantly thinking/speaking in Lorelai-isms. I would love to hang out with Lauren Graham in real life. So back to real life, I started the hip-hop abs DVD series, c/o Dr. Batch, haha. The other night Katherine did it with me- hilarious. We had some trouble syncing with each other, as you can probably tell. Some documentation (note the matching hair tie, obvs):


Yesterday was another huge festival, Diwali- the celebration of lights. This is like July 4th at home, but about 100 times more intense. Fireworks that would be beyond illegal for your average consumer in NC are for sale on the side of the road for next to nothing. We had the interns and some other staff over to our flat last night and shot off some enormous ones from the roof. The packaging is especially creative-  we lit fireworks named hot girls, Avatar, Britney Spears, etc. I even lit a super super exciting one. The first time I did it it singed 2 holes in my shirt, but PTL that this time I left unscathed. 


An impressive supply. 


Launch pad.


Pre-explosion.


Mid-explosion.


One of our best ones!


Also, tonight I went to my first movie since I've been here. Due Date? It probably came out about 2 years ago in America.  We splurged for the VIP tickets. It was super funny but I get really stressed by disaster movies like this one- very Hangover-esque. Robin and I had (slash are still having) a very relaxing date night, and I am recovering from the anxiety of whether or not Peter would make it back for the birth. Here they have an actual intermission where the employees actually run up and down the aisles like at a baseball game.


I do secretly love hotdogs, but this is where I draw the line:


Anyways, I am having a great time over here and am consistently encouraged by all of my sweet emails from friends, my love, family, etc. I am also so appreciative of your prayers for me and am grateful that our loving and sovereign God is the same there and here. I would ask for prayer that I could sleep better- I don't know what the deal is, but I have been having so much trouble the last 2-3 weeks and am really tired at work because I can't fall asleep at night :( Also, pray for our team and for the girls who are yet to be rescued, that they would have strength and hope. 

More updates to come! kisses!

Monday, November 1, 2010

month two!

I am excited to report that I have made it through the first month and am already into week five.  I can't believe that it's already November! YAY!


This weekend was definitely my favorite one in the city so far. I had the usual Flury's lunch Saturday and then went to the bookstore with Katherine for a couple hours afterwards. And I went out Saturday night for the first time since I have been here. I was pretty surprised that the clubs here are pretty much exactly the same as the ones at home. Except here you have more techno, more crazy hand movements, and more sporadic breakdancing than I am accustomed to. All in all though, it was a great weekend. 


I am definitely doing better since last week and am feeling much more at peace inside about being here. It's a daily decision to choose joy and to remember that ultimate joy is not a matter of my circumstances at all. It's also not a matter of whether or not I am feeling 100% happy when I am going about life here, but I can say with certainty that God is providing for me abundantly and there are so many things I am starting to really like here. I have been learning to lean on him and to listen to him for direction.  I always remember conversations I had with Allen last year about just listening to the Lord instead of always talking. I have a lot on my mind, but I need to just sit and listen. I have also been learning that no matter how much I miss home, normalcy, my friends, my family, etc, that Christ is the one who I have to place my hope in. I have been praying that one of lines to one of my favorite songs would be true of me - "All my delight is in you Lord, all of my hope, all of my strength." Thank you so much for your prayers for me! They certainly make a difference.


So, cultural element of the day has to do with the omnipresent existence of the mustache in this city. I have discussed this with a few people, but basically last week it dawned on me that literally every single man has an impressively thick stache. In fact, last week riding home from work I made a conscious effort to count the number of men who did not have one: in the 30 minute commute I counted a mere three on the left side of the road where my efforts were primarily focused. For some reason I have been extremely curious about this phenomenon, and so I asked my friend about it. She immediately reported that here, mustaches are a sign of virility. A word I had never known. A word which means 'the sign of a powerful procreator." Very, very interesting.


Also, if anyone knows me pretty much at all, they know that one of the things I hate the most is sweating. This has manifested itself in different ways throughout the years, but became very evident during the four seasons of high school cross country I took part in. Four years that I spent doing SCJs (slow conversational jogs) instead of really pushing myself. In college, it led me to avoid things like long strenuous hikes, impromptu frisbee throwing activities in the quad on hot days, running unless I was being chased, etc. I have come to announce that I have actually experienced a breakthrough in the sweatage department. I started noticing that when I don't turn the AC on inside or don't have the fan going at its full power capability that my body is getting more used to being warmer. Then, when I go outside and don't experience a 30 degree temperature difference, I sweat less. And I am actually just getting used to being hot and somehow am ok with it. However, I say this realizing that it is getting cooler here and that apparently in May it gets up to 115 degrees. I may possibly rescind this entire paragraph, but I thought it was only right to keep you posted. 


Please bear with me as I work on finalizing the abbreve dictionary and reference portal for this blog. I apologize for any inconvenience this might be causing you as you are waiting patiently, but remember that good things come to those who wait :)


LOVE YOU ALL!

"o righteous God, who searches minds and hearts, bring to an end the violence of the wicked and make the righteous secure"

-Psalm 7:9

Friday, October 29, 2010

stopping traffic

I am writing with a great deal of pride about what happened to me yesterday. Of course I have to preface this with a disclaimer that I am aware that this would only happen here, but still it was awesome.


I was riding home in a taxi from dinner at about 10 p.m. The windows are down and I'm sitting right next to the window. As I previously mentioned, the people here love to stare at me. Anyways, I noticed that the auto driver next to my taxi was checking me out pretty intensely, and I was trying to ignore it. What I couldn't ignore however, was the reality that his head was craned so far to look at me that he forgot about the road and crashed into the car in front of him. Everyone was fine and no major life-threatening injuries were incurred, but it is going in the books as one of my top 10 proudest moments for sure.


Today, I actually avoided the automated transportation altogether and walked home from work. I don't know exactly how far it is but it took about 45 minutes. With my ipod in and turned up (obviously), it was one of my most calming experiences so far here. The weather was so nice. I couldn't hear the honking and all the craziness and was able to just explore myself a little and see things up close that I usually just drive by.



Winston Churchill quote of the day from Katherine's refrigerator magnet collection:

"We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give."