Thursday, July 23, 2015

Building Relationships of Holy Smoke

Yesterday was our ninth Getting Ahead class.  At some point a few weeks ago a beautiful thing happened. The group morphed from individuals who met together once a week to talk about poverty in our community to a group of friends, who are willing to share personal stories of triumph and hurt, who eat together, clean up the dishes, care for one another’s children, and laugh…hard.

Church members are going to GA Investigators homes and welcoming GA investigators to their homes.  I knew we had made it when I noticed one of the saints of the church walking in from break.  She had been outside on a smoke break, not because she herself smokes but because she and the GA Investigators have created friendships that make her want to continue the conversations outside in the summer air surrounded by the Holy smoke of the spirit.

Each night at the begin of our time together we have a ritual of sharing our “New and Good”  this is a way to break the ice for the week and get us ready to tackle the material.  It often leads to lots of tangents about the concrete issues that affect people who are living in poverty.  While sharing, one Investigator mentioned seeing a comment on Facebook by her state representative.  She read the comment to the group.


“After filing up my slightly rusted Dodge Durango this morning at the Speedway I decided to buy a cup of coffee.  While in line I witnessed the women in front of me buy a Minute Maid juice and a Dasani bottled water with her EBT card.  She then, with cash, purchased an instant lottery ticket and some gas.  The most insulting part was when I watched her walk up to her late model Cadillac CTS.  I get warm fuzzies knowing that my tax dollars go to support the indigent of our state.”

“I voted for this man!” was the comment made by the Investigator that brought the information to the group and the sentiment around the table was just as offended.

You see, we have spent nine weeks learning about the dynamics of class, the Hidden Rules, the language, the causes of poverty, and so much more.  We have read and discussed how there is valid research that shows that poverty is more than just the choices of the poor.  In fact Community Conditions, Exploitation, and Political/ Economic structures play just as important a role to that environment.  One Investigator knows exactly what it feels like to drive a nice car to receive benefits.  She shared with us weeks ago that she was awarded her car in her divorce and it was one of the few things she had.

The group decided to write letters to the Representative to share some of the information we have learned in class.  We may even invite him to a class to witness for himself the strengths of our group. Getting Ahead is more than half way finished at this point.  Knowledge is being shared, friendships are formed and continue to form, and support systems are growing. 

Getting Ahead is helping us to create an environment where people are much more likely to build on friendships over a smoke than judge one another for buying water, juice, a lottery ticket, gas. Thank God!

Thursday, June 11, 2015

My Life Now

After spending two weeks discussing what it is like to live in poverty in our community, one of the last activities we did in Getting Ahead last week was to create a picture, poem, chart, etc. of "My Life Now"  The following two examples were given to me (with permission to share) from two Investigators.
This was one woman's representation of her life in poverty.  If you look closely you can see that there are two roads into the roundabout, "need st." and "want st." there is also an exit "future st."  the Investigator shared with the class that being in poverty for her is like being on an endless roundabout where you are stuck between the needs and wants of your family and you can see a better future but you can't ever take the exit.

Unknown Worlds

Disbelieving,
Dreaming, Doubts, Divided Families
People drowning everywhere,
Hurt, Pain, compressing our world.
Inside realms of make-believe security.
Falling through your darkness,
realize life isn't pleasant.
Happiness is your own,
what you make is yours to be.
Into the future with eyes wide closed.
Believing you are alone in loneliness all your own.

This poem was written by an Investigator (with a drawing from her daughter).

Getting Ahead is Getting Real



So we are supposed to recruit 6-12 individuals to participate in Getting Ahead.  Recruiting participants (who are known as Investigators) was the part of the planning I was worried about the least.  I thought it would be an easy sell.  I spent most of my planning time focused on lining up childcare and dinners, buying workbooks, reserving rooms, and recruiting co-facilitators.

Before the first week I recruited 9 people to attend the class and act as Investigators.  The first night arrived and I was a ball of nerves.  What if no one shows? What if too many people show?  What if the group dynamics aren't what we hoped for?...you get the picture.

Four of the nine showed up on the first night and even though we did not have the recommended 6 we decided to go ahead and have the class.  It seemed like a good group.  The next week only three of the four showed.  That kind of thing was bound to happen.  People living in the chaos of poverty often can't make appointments for one reason or another.  The problem was that if we only have four people and one person doesn't attend you are left with what feels like a very small group.

We decided to take a two week break and recruit more and then start over.  One step forward, two steps back.  On our second first night we had the original four plus two more.  On the second, second night we had ten Investigators and nine kids!

Now the class is off and running and I an floored every night with all that I did not know.  I have spent my entire career working with individuals living in poverty and I still did not the extent to which their lives are effected by that environment.

For instance did you know that the average wait time for section 8 (in our class) was seven years...SEVEN!  And, once our Investigators received section 8 it only helped with a very small fraction of their housing bills.

Did you know that if you are applying for section 8 their are strict guidelines on bedrooms for your children. ie: if you have a boy and a girl they need to have separate bedrooms but, if you are a foster parent you only need separate beds, not separate bedrooms so a foster parent can theoretically have a one bedroom apartment with three beds in one room and a single mother living in poverty with an infant son needs to have a two bedroom apartment in order to receive section 8.  This circumstance caused one of our Investigators to be forced to live in a shelter because she could not afford that apartment she would need in order to apply for housing assistance.

This is important information and I feel honored to hear these stories from our Investigators.  I look forward to being a part of the conversation when we get to the weeks where Investigators are creating their Future Stories!


Service to the Community

Recently we at Clarkston UMC have been asked to participate in a local access tv show that is filmed at the Clarkston High School.  The show focuses on the outreach work that we are offering at our local congregations.  Here are the links.

Getting Ahead

In April we started a new program at Clarkston UMC called Getting Ahead in a Just Gettin' By World.  This class was developed by Philip E. DeVol and is the Bridges Out of Poverty material for those who are living in poverty or near poverty.

Getting Ahead is a way for people to investigate or examine the impact that poverty has on them and their community. It also helps people who are near or in poverty to stabilize their living situations and build resources.

We recognize the assets that every individual brings to the table and are excited that the participants (Investigators) will help teach us what it is like to live in poverty in our community so that we can better meet the needs of those in Clarkston who are living near or in poverty.

Getting Ahead can help a person to:

A. Identify and solve problems in a safe but challenging group-learning experience
B. Do a self-assessment of his/her own resources
C. Develop a plan, future story

What Happens in Getting Ahead:
A. A group of 6-12 people meets with the facilitators for 16 workshop meetings
B. Each workshop takes three hours
C. There will be no lecturing, no teaching; the “Investigator” method will be used
D. The Investigators are paid for their work

Getting Ahead is different because:

A. Investigators are seen as problem solvers; their information and ideas are needed
B. No one decides anything for the Investigators; no one will tell them what to do
C. No one will do for Investigators what they can do for themselves
D. No one will “teach”, the Investigators have to do the learning.

This is a class that I have been very excited to offer and so far it is going great!  Stay posted for future insights from the class!

Monday, May 12, 2014

Face of God

I am currently at another Global Ministries training and during our time here we have experienced some really great worship services.  One of the worship services introduced a poem about the face of God and then we were asked to draw what we thought the face of God looked like.  It was moving to see each other's drawings.

These Missionaries drew from their hearts how they see God in their lives.  Take a look at a few that I was able to get pictures of:  (I think my favorite might be the one drawn by the child of one of the Missionaries!)









Monday, April 28, 2014

Blessed are the Merciful

Graphic by Katy Stokes

Recently I was asked to write a poem based on Matthew 5:7  this is what I came up with.  Know that I have been "the merciful" many times in my life and I strive to be "merciful".

God Blessed! Are the Merciful
Webster defines Mercy as “kind or forgiving treatment of someone who could be treated harshly, kindness or help given to people who are in a very bad or desperate situation.” 
That’s easy. 

Are you hungry? 
Here is a can of soup.
I just gave this hungry man a can of soup!
Cream of Crab soup!
It has been sitting in my cupboard for three years 
because not a soul in my house likes Cream of Crab soup 
and I just gave it to this poor, hungry, man. 

Did you smell that poor, hungry, man?
Wow! You’d think he could have more money for food if he didn’t smoke so much.
I guess it is just a different set of priorities.
See, I just like to be healthy and have food to eat. 

You know, if this poor, hungry, smelly, man needed my help, 
I don’t understand why he had a cell phone.  
I don’t even have a cell phone that nice.
I’m not saying HE was scamming the system 
but you know that people scam the system.

Did you hear what happened? 
I gave that poor, hungry, smelly, man soup 
even though he may or may not be scamming the system 
and you know what he had the nerve to do? 
Ask me for more food! 
I mean, I want him to feel comfortable at our bible study 
I just don’t think he should be hitting people up like that 
when we are here to worship the lord.

God Blessed! Are the Merciful!
Don’t get me wrong,
people need soup,
but PEOPLE need soup.

That man, has a name,
It’s Mr.Aban Nagi,
He works 60 hours a week maintaining rental properties 
for $9.50 an hour.
He has three hilarious, creative, smart, daughters 
Ara, Lana, and Najla, 
three sons Fakhir, he is in ROTC in the 11th grade,  
Dabir plays soccer and can name you all players on the Brazilian  National Football team, 
and Halim who is quiet, sensitive, loves books about African Cats.

His wife, Rihab attends Community College 
where she is almost finished with an Associate’s degree in family studies. 
Most of the members of his eight person family are allergic to shellfish 
and their microwave is broken.  
Aban smells like smoke from the many rental properties 
he works in each day and his cellphone is his only access to the internet.

And you know what?  He also has a 47 inch flat screen TV. 
Because even though he and his family escaped war in Sudan with their lives and even though they are settled here in the United States and they have work and education they still don’t have a lot of money.  So they rented a TV for $100 a month so that their kids 
can feel less poor. 

God Blessed! Are the Merciful. 
They are stuck in their homes isolated from others in their community. 
Willing to clean out their closets for others but missing the point.
They are missing the point,
We miss the point,
 I miss the point. 


I collect soup from people for a living!
It is an important job, people need soup. 
But you know what they need more? 
They need us to know their names.

We need to taste Rihab Nagi’s Goat stew and Sadza. 
We need to dance with Ara, and Lana, and Najla,
play soccer with Fakhir and Dabir, read books with Halim,
and honor Aban’s dignity.

Blessed are those who honor dignity. 
Those who are merciful and meek and peacemakers and pure in heart.
God, Blessed, are the merciful



Monday, September 12, 2011

Proud to be a Refugee?


Definition of REFUGEE

: one that flees; especially : a person who flees to a foreign country or power to escape danger or persecution


Here in Utica, NY it is estimated that between 12-18% of the population is made up of refugees. This is a concentration so large that it has been known to make national lists and has caught the attention of NPRthe New York Times, PBS, and countless other publications.


Many of the individuals we serve here at Utica Eastside Mission are refugees and discussions about culture happen on a regular basis at our After-School Program around the snack table.  



Recently I was brainstorming new ideas for our summer program and I was trying to come up with a name.  I want the name to tell individuals who have no idea about the refugee population in Utica exactly who we are and what we do but I have been afraid to use the word "refugee".


When I worked in the Deaf community in Baltimore, MD the Deaf individuals there were proud of their Deafness, so proud that they intentionally used a capitol "D" whenever writing the word.  I began to wonder if refugees are proud of, ashamed of, or indifferent to the fact that they are refugees.


When you search for images under "refugee" these are the typical results:


This is very close to my own image of refugees before moving to Utica and this is absolutely an honest portrayal of individuals who have been forced to flee from their homes around the world.  Although, once I arrived in Utica my image of refugees changed to something more like this:




Isn't that something to be proud of, something worthy of honoring?  So, I asked two of the kids that attend our After-School Program and here is the deeply significant response I received...


Me: I have a question for you, are you a refugee?  Is that something you talk about at home?
Child #1: I don't know.  My family is from Vietnam, my brother was born in another country and I was born here.
Me: Does your family ever talk about being refugees?
Child #2: What is a refugee?
Me:  A refugee is a person or group of people that need to leave where there are living because something bad happened to them.  They then go live in another place. It just refers to the group of people.  Would your feelings be hurt if I called you a refugee or said we had programs here for refugees?
Child #2: What is a refugee?


Next time I will ask the older kids and adults.  For now I will continue to think this over.  What I know is that I cherish the relationships I have made with these group of individuals.  I understand that some of them have been through terrible things in their lives and I want to show them the greatest amount of respect.  I also want volunteers who come to work with us to know who they are working alongside.  Maybe I will name the program "Awesome People Who Have Great Stories, Outreach"

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Tonight We Shine Lights


Recently I was honored to be asked to give the opening prayer at the Utica Relay For Life Luminaria Ceremony. It might seem like a nice way to network but since my mom has been battling Colon Cancer for over 2 years now and since she recently found out it is spreading again, I was touched by the opportunity. The ceremony was beautiful and I felt like the process of writing the prayer might have been more for myself than anyone else but I hope that others found something in it that touched them too. Here is the prayer that I wrote:

Creator God,

Comforter,

Healer,

Tonight we shine lights for those who have ignited sparks in each of us. We watch as their lights still warm us. We focus on their glow and grieve their loss, grieve for their fight. We speak their names:

“My Mother”

“My Father”

“My Brother”

“My Sister”

“My Loved One”

“My Friend”

As we walk past the lights we watch as they all shine in their own way. They each guide our paths uniquely. Comforter, we miss them. Healer, we are scared for them. Creator God, comfort and heal.

We notice as we march that these lights, though unique, share a similar story, guide a similar path and bring us together to say:

“I am sorry you are grieving”

“I don’t “know” your pain but I care about your pain.”

“Enough is enough!”

And “There Is Still Hope”

Because just as we have lost, we have also heard powerful stories of survival. “Survival” a word we shout with some and are too afraid to whisper with others. Creator God, comfort and heal.

So tonight we grieve, we honor, we support one another, we share, we walk past these lights and remember, we are sad, we are encouraged by the reality that someday there will be a cure. Tonight we do all of these things and we ask that you, Creator God, comfort and heal.

Amen.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Annual Report


Recently I needed to create an annual report for Utica Eastside Mission. This was a great task. I love taking the time to look back over the year and report about all the great things that have happened. Here are the highlights!

ACCOMPLISHMENTS:



This year local churches were involved in mission in the city of Utica because of their collaboration with Utica Eastside Mission. Mohawk District congregations were inspired to share their witness and encourage others to be involved in local mission. This year 16 district churches gave their time and talents to Utica Eastside Mission.



Residents living on the east side of Utica see the United Methodist Church as a place of safety and compassion because of the witness of Utica Eastside Mission. Authentic relationships were created across race and class barriers when local church members volunteered at health-fairs, community meals, the after-school program, or social events. This year UEM passed out 30 back packs filled with school supplies, filled 6 large garbage bags at our neighborhood clean-up and treated the After-School program children to 18 fieldtrips.

Young adults were given leadership opportunities in the church because of Utica Eastside Mission, this year. As a direct result of those opportunities, young adults are encouraged to be involved in the United Methodist Church. Utica Eastside Mission employed 3 individuals this year and all were young adults. One individual is a neighborhood resident, one a Utica college student, and one a United Methodist Church and Community Worker.This year local churches were involved in mission in the city of Utica because of their collaboration with Utica Eastside Mission. Mohawk District congregations were inspired to share their witness and encourage others to be involved in local mission. This year 16 district churches gave their time and talents to Utica Eastside Mission.

Children and adults received healthy meals and nutrition education because of our after-school program, community meals, and health fairs. Neighborhood residents received the tools and education to combat disease and improve their health and the health of their families. UEM served 2,519 healthy meals this past year and participated in a 5 week long nutrition education program.
CHURCH AND COMMUNITY WORKER MESSAGE:

Greetings!
It has been my pleasure to work at Utica Eastside Mission this year. I have watched as lives of neighborhood residents and local church congregants were changed. Children experienced the love of Jesus Christ through the United Methodist Church in Utica, NY, neighborhood residents witnessed the expression of that love through the children and volunteers, and United Methodist Churches in the Mohawk District volunteered their time in mission and were blessed in return.
The accomplishments of Utica Eastside Mission would not be possible without the support of our volunteers and donors. I sincerely thank you for taking the time and choosing to be in mission with us! We are all Christ’s hands and feet and his footsteps are evident across this city in
profound ways. Thank you for making this year fantastic! I am excited to see where next year takes us!
Blessings,
Mary B. Gladstone-Highland

MESSAGE FROM AN AFTER-SCHOOL PROGRAM PARTICIPANT:




Seven year old Mariam marches into the UEM office with a sticker and a scowl on her face. “Hey! Why couldn’t I hang out in the office with you today?” she exclaims.
I explain that I was busy earlier and ask her if she would like to be interviewed. She hops up on the filing cabinet, grabs the video camera and says “shoot!”
Mariam proceeds to answer my questions about the After-School program with dramatic intensity. “What is your favorite thing about the program?” I ask. “You have fun!” she explains. I continue with “What is the best thing we did this year?”and she adds “We went to the museum.” Mariam goes on to explain that she enjoyed spending time at Munson Williams Procter Art Institute and having a story read to her. She tells me that she has friends at the After-School program and has learned “to be nice” to everyone.
Mariam is just one of kids that attend the Utica Eastside Mission After-School program. She works hard on her homework and appreciates the UEM staff and volunteers. All the children served by Utica Eastside Mission are unique and unrepeatable miracles of God and we are blessed to know them. Being in mission with UEM is a chance to get to meet great kids like Mariam.

CALL TO ACTION:

If each church in the Mohawk District made a commitment of $600 a year in support of Utica Eastside Mission, our current operating budget would be paid for in full. Please consider answering the call to this challenge and become an annual donor.

FINANCIALS:

Income 7% Individual Donations 18% Grants 75% Church Donations
Expenses 59% Programming 41% Administrative

Utica Eastside Mission currently receives income from three different sources, individual donors, congregational donations, and grants from the Upper New York Annual Conference. A majority of UEM expenses are spent directly on Utica Eastside Mission programs such as the After-School program. For a copy of the full UEM financial report please contact the UEM office at (315)-292-1239 or by e-mail at uticaeastsidemission@gmail.com

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

New population, New heartbreaks, New blessings


Church and Community Ministry is described as a “kaleidoscopic” ministry for a reason. In my first placement I worked with culturally Deaf or Deaf-Blind individuals who were mainly adults or older teenagers.

At Utica Eastside Mission I now spend most of my days with children who are either refugees themselves or descendants of refugees. Our After-School program attendees are fantastic kids with great imaginations, and it is not uncommon for me to spend some time in my office each afternoon having discussions about the zoo, or monsters under the bed.

These children are so full of life and excitement that it is easy to forget what they have experienced in their short lives. One elementary student is already on probation; a middle school aged youth is being kicked out of his home.

Recently I took our youth to a paintball ministry weekend at a district church. Two of the youth had gone the first day and on our way to the church the second day they were telling the third youth that because he missed the first day he would have to spend time at a practice session to learn how to shoot the paintball gun. While he was fretting about how much time he would miss on the field his brother piped up from the back and said “Oh never mind, you have shot guns before you will be fine!”

The youth then confided in me that before they came to America they knew child soldiers and used to fire guns often.

These are children and youth that are appreciative of what you offer them, hard workers, and amazing creations of God. I am anguished to hear what they have experienced and glad that at Utica Eastside Mission they are experiencing the love of Christ.

What a blessing it is to provide a safe place for children who have experienced so much violence. What a blessing it is to learn from each other and share with one another about our lives.

Thank you so much for your prayers and gifts, thank you for being in ministry with me and with these children and youth, thank you!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Living in the Westside, Working on the Eastside


Andrew and I moved to upstate New York this summer to take on two new Church and Community Worker positions. We are now living in the near west side of Syracuse and Andrew is working at Syracuse Westside Urban Mission, a ten step walk from our front door. I am working in Utica, NY at the Utica Eastside Mission, a commute of two hours a day. So far, I have listened to these books in the car:

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows (21 hours)

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (18 hours)

Marley and Me (6 hours)

Car Talk (4 hours)

The Appeal (12 hours)

Blood Brothers (12 hours)

During the first two weeks I had not tuned into the audio book scene yet and I found myself trying not to be depressed about the drive and now I look forward to that time each day.

Back to what it is like living and working at our new sites. As Church and Community Workers we are called to live with the community we serve. Andrew’s site had a very nice parsonage for us so we are living in his community. During my 5 years in Baltimore at the Deaf Shalom Zone, we did not serve a geographical area, so I spent those years living downtown. I liked to think of myself as someone who was smart about safety but also not afraid of the city. I had clients and friends that lived in abandoned looking row houses and clients and friends who lived in nice suburban homes. I got to see all sides of the city. When we first drove through our new neighborhood in Syracuse I thought it looked rougher than I had been used to but, like I said, we are called to live in and with the community.

During the first few days of living in the near west side I am sad to say, human to say, privileged to say, afraid to say, I experienced culture shock. One drive through the neighborhood took us past a cop who was choking a young man to get him to spit out the drugs the young man tried to swallow and another young man who was walking his giant pit bull with large free weights hanging from the dog’s side. We have been told there is dog fighting in the neighborhood. One friend told us she walked out of the church next door one night to find a dead body.

In the few months that we have lived in the area I have grown to feel more comfortable. Andrew has met a lot of the individuals living in the neighborhood, our air conditioner did a good job of drowning out the blaring street noise most nights, we have learned how to use our alarm system and not set it off accidentally every day, and our back yard, though in need of gardening, has begun to feel like our own oasis.

Sunday night I needed to go out to the car and bring in the giant bags of dog and cat food I purchased. When I came home from church I put on my black bike shorts, a huge t-shirt and my pink, rubber soled, hippo socks with actual 3D hippo heads on them. Attractive, I know, the glamorous life of a missionary. Andrew and I marched out to get the pet supplies and we lugged them into the house while three cop cars, a fire truck, an ambulance, and an “undercover” police van complete with antennas and computers inside busted the drug house across the street.

This is our new life, and so far, I am really enjoying this new chapter. Andrew and I get the opportunity to meet and learn from people who are vastly different and very similar to us, we get to make connections with local churches and encourage them to comes to the city and help out at our missions, most of all we get to be in mission and ministry with our neighbors in Christ. Some parts of this new life are funny, some scary, most exciting. Stay tuned for more stories from this chapter. Peace.


*pictures shown are random pictures of the neighborhood

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Another Way to learn about the Zone

I put together a Prezi presentation to share the ministry of the Deaf Shalom Zone, Inc. You can view it by clicking http://prezi.com/qg2f5rxxfvo-/ Once you open the link click the right arrow at the bottom of the page to watch the presentation! Enjoy!

Thursday, November 05, 2009

Directly in the Middle of Awful and Beloved

As I have mentioned before, my job consists of the highest highs and the lowest lows with a few boring hours thrown in the mix.

Just for your reference, here is an example of boring:

Interpreting surveys so that a client can get a "free gift" of a t-shirt with a puppy on it...not life altering!

This is another post that will fall right in the middle of awful and beloved. In January I interpreted for a United Methodist, youth conference, in Ocean City. This conference hosts christian artists and has around 6,000 attendees. Needless to say it is kinda' fun to be on stage! (brag brag brag)

I went to this conference my first year in Baltimore and the worship leader was a man named Reggie Dabbs. He brought with him a group called "Masters Commission". Reggie is hilarious and MC preforms live music videos that are inspiring and blunt. I remember thinking as I watched that first year that the skits were motivating but more serious than necessary for a group of youth. I never experienced drug and alcohol abuse as a member of Warren First UMC's youth group.

This year on the other hand I had some experience under my belt. As I interpreted the closing service, Reggie asked all the adults to "hug their babies". Hug your babies! Show love to those youth who need it so desperately in their lives. It could have been the powerful music that moved me or the literally thousands of youth that were standing, saying "I have been hurt by this life!" It could have been both. It could have been the stories that ran through my head as I interpreted, the Deaf boy I know who grew up with no one to communicate with and experienced abuse at home and rape at school. It could have been the Deaf boy I know who held another boy down during a sexual assault. It could have been the girl at church I see every Sunday who has so much potential and a family that has taught her that she needs to hit and punch to get attention. Whatever the reason was, I no longer felt that the message was too harsh. I felt it was just right! I was moved by the message of love for those who need it and forgiveness for those who have done terrible things. I was moved by the youth leaders that got out of their seats and hugged their babies for what could have been a half an hour. I was moved to tears, crying like a baby up in front of 6,000 people.

That evening was beautiful, the experiences were not. This is the world that some youth live in. Some are like me and they play bite the onion with friends on a Friday night, and some have experiences that call us to "hug your babies!" This evening was life altering. Now, go hug some babies! Peace.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyheJ480LYA

Avoiding the Exploitation of Those I Love

I haven't updated my blog in a long time. The reason is only partly due to the fact that there are ten thousand other things to do in life like... get married, be there for my mom who has cancer, and work. Other than those factors I have mostly stopped updating my missionary blog because I linked it to Facebook. Before I could write entries about my experiences as a Church and Community Worker missionary and I was fairly sure that few would read it. Once I linked my blog to Facebook I not only became aware of the public(ness) of it, but I also began to think about the individuals I write about. I thought about what they would think if they saw their story being told. I struggles with how to tell the stories, the funny, exciting, heartbreaking stories of the Deaf and Deaf-Blind individuals I know, with respect. How would I share their experiences so that others can learn about the struggles and joys that face Deaf individuals while at the same time not exploiting those I love. I came to the conclusion, with the help of my new pastor and friend, that from here on out:

I will not use real names

I will tell true facts but...

I will combine many different stories in order to hide identities.

I will continue to post pictures of individuals who have given me permission but the pictures might not be of those mentioned in the post.



Here's to moving forward! Peace!

Memoirs of a social justice missionary.