Saturday, January 25, 2014

Bwabye William



William (in the middle) lives with his 59-year-old grandmother. His father died of AIDS in 2002 and his mother has HIV and her condition is deteriorating by the day. William has been put under the guardianship of his grandmother, who also cares for six other grandchildren. She is supported by the older grandchildren, who do casual work cultivating people’s gardens or working at construction sites, and she grows crops around her house. But she cannot afford to send William to school.

Can you imagine not being able to offer your child an education? Don’t jump straight to not being able to afford college. What if you couldn’t afford to send your child to high school? What if your child could never even go to preschool? As a parent, what would you feel? What hope would you have for that precious child of yours?

I am not saying that all hope rests in the ability to get an education. Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from Him. (Psalm 62:5) Hope for eternal life comes from God alone and needs no classroom. But hope for a better future while here on earth—and a better future for a country at large—will begin with education. Because without that, a people will not be able to move forward. Without that, a child will grow up into the same cycle of poverty as his parents and grandparents.

My family has been sponsoring children through World Vision and Compassion International for fourteen years now. I remember because we started sponsoring our first girl, Iris, when I was ten. She was from El Salvador and must have been eight or nine because we chose a child who was between the ages of Annie and myself. For many years, we sent a monthly check and wrote letters back and forth. She “outgrew” the program when she turned 16 and we were given a new, younger child for our family. It is crazy to imagine what Iris’ life looks like now. In my mind, she is still a young girl, and I have to remind myself that she is a 23-year-old woman now, living whatever life God had planned for her from the start.

I have always known that sponsorship is a good thing. It makes it possible for children to go to school and get an education. That is good. The education gives them hope of breaking their family’s cycle of poverty and creating a healthy environment for their own family someday. That is good. With Christian organizations, sponsorship usually includes weekly or daily Bible teachings to give kids a hope beyond this life. That is good. Sponsors can send money or gifts so children can have birthday and Christmas presents, sometimes for the first time in their lives. All of this is very good.

But it wasn’t until I came to Uganda that I realized sponsorship can also keep families together.

Does it get much better than that?

Noah’s Ark currently has 160 children living there. Out of those 160, surprisingly few of them are actual orphans, meaning they have no living mother or father. The vast majority of these precious kids have been abandoned by their families. By their very own families. In so many cases, their families just didn’t have the means to care for them.

Naomi and Deborah’s mother died and their grandmother couldn’t care for them without an income. Rebecca’s mother was poisoned and her father was only 18 years old, an orphan, and owned nothing but the clothes on his back. He tried taking care of her for two months, but couldn’t manage. Joshua’s mother died in childbirth and his father was so poor he could only afford to feed Joshua tea, not milk. Frank’s mom came to Noah’s Ark to get help for him. She was a widow, her in-laws had taken away her two older children, and she was too sick and weak to find work. John was abandoned by his mother and his father couldn’t care for him because he himself was too young and had no income. Tamar’s mother died in childbirth and though Tamar spent her first six days in the hospital, she never received treatment because her family, some of the poorest people living in the slums of Kampala, couldn’t afford it.

So many families that could have been kept together if only they could have afforded it.

Not every sponsored child is a family saved from separation, but it is a blessed opportunity for one of God’s precious children to improve his or her life.

Aside from the children’s home, Noah’s Ark also serves the poorest people in the surrounding villages by inviting them to come to school through a sponsorship program. Noah’s Ark has a collection of parents from the village who can identify the most needy families with children who cannot afford school. As there is room at New Horizon Nursery and Primary School, they invite those children to attend school and Noah’s Ark begins searching for a sponsor from another country to cover the expenses. For some children, the lunch provided by New Horizon is the only meal they eat that day and what they learn in the classroom is the only opportunity for an education that ever would have come their way. Not only that, but every week they hear a message from the Bible and spend time praising and worshiping God with their classmates and teachers… and let me tell you, that is something good.

Will you give hope to one of these village children today? We are still looking for sponsors for many students at New Horizon. Not many more can be admitted until the current students’ costs are covered, and there are so many more kids in the nearby village that would benefit from such an opportunity.


 Will you help William by giving him an education at New Horizon? Your support will provide for his tuition fees, pens, books, food, healthcare and clothing. Twice a year, you will receive an update with photos and throughout the year you can write letter to him to encourage him in his education and walk with God and simply get to know him. Each child needs a total of $40 per month to cover these costs, but you can also do a half-sponsorship for $20 per month.  If you would like to give William a better life and a brighter future please email me (katie.schinnell@gmail.com) and I will get a sponsorship set up.

I assure you, it will be good.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Library Logistics


I was on the airplane for 14 hours. Five hours from Addis Ababa to Rome, an hour to refuel in Rome in which we couldn’t leave our seats, and another eight hours from Rome to Toronto. My thoughtful self had booked a window seat for every flight both there and back. My thoughtful self didn’t think to pay attention to what time my planes would be leaving and what part of the day or night I would be staring out of my little triple-paned round-edged windows.

On that 14-hour flight, it was a race against the sun as we tried to make it west faster than its morning light. We succeeded until half an hour before landing, when the wonderful sun finally shed some light on the Canadian countryside below and made me appreciate my miniature window. My first thought when I got a glimpse of North America after three months: Wow, people drive really straight here.

For those of you who have traveled to Africa, or I imagine many places outside the western world, you know what I’m talking about.

Coming back to America has carried a fair share of culture shock. It took a few weeks for my stomach to get used to eating so many different foods again, especially spices and meat. I almost cried the first time I watched television and saw a short story on a tiny ice skating rink 1,000 miles away that was closed because it was too warm. Is that really what we think is important? I want to pull my hair out when I go to the mall, but that’s nothing new. I guess I have always been unpleasantly shocked at American culture, even before leaving it.

Earlier today, one of the missionaries at Noah’s Ark asked me how I coped with the materialistic Christmas season so soon after returning from Uganda. Surprisingly, Christmas was not difficult, but for a very important reason… I have an atypical family.

I won’t even begin to list all the ways in which my family breaks the mold, for better or worse, and I’m sure they wouldn’t want me to divulge all of their—I’m sorry, our—oddities here for everyone to read. But what made us so atypical this Christmas season, and subsequently made Christmas in America easy for me to handle, was that prior to the holiday they decided to forgo gifts to one another and instead donate books and money to the New Horizon library at Noah’s Ark. Yeah, my family is that cool.

Of course, there were the normal “cheaters” and several gifts for the younger cousins. But here is what I walked away with after unwrapping gifts on Christmas Eve: a flash drive, a scratch ticket (from which I think I won ten dollars, but none of us are gamblers enough to know for sure), sixty-four books for the library and $700 to spend on books and shipping.

My family is amazing. But they’re not going to be able to do it alone.

While I was in Uganda, I considered a lot of different ways I could continue to give back to Noah’s Ark even after I left. After spending so many hours in the primary school library helping students learn to read better, God made it clear that my role is to collect enough books back home to start a library for the secondary school as well. To hear more about that decision and what led to it, read this blog from last month.

You can get involved too! Collecting books and money is very general, so here are some guidelines so you know what to be looking for:

WHAT BOOKS TO DONATE:

These books will be used by students ages 12 to 18. (In Uganda, children go to school when their families can afford to send them, so there’s not a standard age for each grade. The secondary school has three grade levels, but the age range can be large.) Because English is not the primary language for most Ugandans, their reading level is lower than what you would expect from an American student of that age. Because of that, books aimed at an American middle school or junior high level would be most appropriate. Here are some suggested titles and series to give you an idea:

The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart

The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner

The Baby-Sitters Club by Ann M. Martin

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

Divergent by Veronica Roth

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

The Hardy Boys by Franklin W. Dixon

Nancy Drew by Carolyn Keene

The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis

Chomp, Flush, Scat, and Hoot by Carl Hiaasen (those are four different books)

The Magic Treehouse by Mary Pope Osborne

A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket

Those are just some ideas… I’m sure you have many more! PLEASE DON’T donate any books that involve witchcraft, as witch doctors are a very real part of Ugandan society and are not something to be taken lightly. Non-fiction books are great too, as well as religious and devotional books geared toward teens.

WHERE TO GET MORE BOOKS:

School and public libraries periodically sort through their books to make room for new ones. Many times the old books end up in surplus and are given away or sold very cheaply. Check with libraries near you to see if they have any books lying around that need a good home.

Goodwill sells books for something like 50 cents. It’s pretty awesome.

It’s always worth it to ask for donations from people selling books on Ebay or Amazon, or to go directly to publishers to see if they can donate anything. The worse you’ll get is a no. I hope.

WHERE TO DONATE:

If you are closer to Wisconsin than Washington, you can bring the books to me at camp or send them here if you won’t be stopping by anytime soon. If you are closer to Washington than Wisconsin, you can bring the books to my parents in Morton and they will get them to me. If you don’t know where either place is (specific addresses, I mean—I hope you all know where Washington and Wisconsin are), email me at katie.schinnell@gmail.com and I will give you the appropriate address.




Thanks so much, everyone! Those teens at New Horizon are sure going to be blessed.