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About that time to do the Irresistible Revolution blog...

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So, I've done a mighty fine job at blogging over this summer about Honduras, but not so much about the book. and SO. here is my blog about the book, which after reading most of everyone elses (which I always find is a bad idea, because then I feel like I'm just like everyone else and I have no thoughts of my own, because many of which are so similar) BUT.

Here's my main question that I started asking at the beginning of the book, and it remained pretty much all the way through.... Where's the Gospel in all of this?  I can thank Derek for that.. because he's constantly asking that question in conversations and literature.  (sidenote... I read a book this summer called, "You Can Make a Difference" [cheesy I know, but it was pretty good] and he was able to point out SO many times when, as a Christian book, they ignored the Gospel) anyway. SO, back to Irresistible Revolution:

There was a lot of Biblical quotations from it, yes.  There was a lot of action in it, yes.  But where's the under lining message that Jesus Christ died on the cross for us, even when we were selfish and rich, even when we were victumizers and victums.  Jesus Christ did the ultimate sacrafice of love, and THAT'S why we live the way we live, as a thanksgiving to that.  Not because we need to PROVE that we are good Christians.  Not that we can somehow earn our way to heaven... But because Christ died for us, and then soften our hearts to accept the Holy Spirit that is now living in us.  I remember Schuler saying, while interpreting scripture, there are certain questions you need to ask yourself.  One of which was, does it support the Gospel message?  And there were times where I feel Shane did not quite do that in his interpretation.  I don't know.  But there were times when I was very uncomfortable with the motivation behind Shane's actions.  I loved his actions, and I thought that we can find our own way of living in such a way, not because of what exactly we do, but HOW we do it (which is by the grace of God and the freedom that He gives us)

I also felt uncomfortable with him labeling Christians.  It is our duty to, in love, challenge and encourage our fellow brothers and sisters to live what they believe, as an action of thanksgiving to our God.  But how Shane went about his point of challenging, was not in a loving way.  It was in a judgemental way.  And I will be honest... in that, there were times when he would discribe a situation that maybe I have done, or that I'm "good" at...and I would find myself puffing my chest just a little bit... my chin going just a bit too high... because then I was considered a  "GOOD" Christian by Shane and the society of good christians. BUT WOAH! If we start going there, start going to the point where it's about pride... we've lost the point.  As Dr. Schuler taught last year, about the seperating of the goats and the sheep at the end... They don't even realize when they had served the poor or the marginalized, because it had become so natural... and sometimes, I felt that Shane was a bit TOO aware of how he was serving the poor.

I know this book was even introduced as being full of Shane's stories.  Yet, him being so confident and so showy with his actions...made the actions become a little less beautiful. It became a little more "in your face, look what we're doing, because we are good christians"...maybe that's just what I got from it.

WELL, Overall, This being my second time of reading this... my eyes were opened up a lot to some of the things I had just blindly accepted.  This past year of school has taught me a lot about not taking everything for what is said, but also, after the experience of Honduras... I had a little bit of even more feel... including a quote that I think Shane should have used from Mother Teresa... It's not on me now, but wait for Monday, and I'll bust it out.

 

Thanks everyone for this word-vomit of a blog!

Short Reflection

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Well.  It's the last Saturday here.  last night we didn't go to sleep.  We spent time just hanging out and playing soccer, then took tons of pictures.  Then it was time to say goodbye to the chicitos. WOW that was hard..really really hard.  All but 3 of them were just bawling, and I was bawling, and everyone was hugging and snot was everywhere.  Gustavo and Antonio and I just sat on a bed and cried and talked about how we'll always be brothers... and Nahun and I just cried together for a while.  He was so hard to look at.  He's so dang cute.  And Chico... and Josue....he gave me his hat that him and Nahun always wore... I'm not a hat person, but I"m going to wear that like every day.  It took a while to say goodbye to everyone, but when we finally did, we had to go out with the older boys and try to stop crying. 

We talked Jorge into letting the boys stay up until 10, and then they all stayed up till 11.  Then most went to bed.... Manuel, Marlito and I were outside crying for an hour or so.  And this is big news. because... out of all the boys, Manuel and Marlito have caused me the most pain...through their actions and their words, until that day, I thought for sure that they weren't very going to be very sad, let alone CRY.  But sure enough. we just sat. and we cried.  It was something I'm never going to forget.  Marlito crying.  wow.  This is the boy that has called me "Sarah Mala" and "Sarah Fea" for weeks now. anyway, 

After a couple of crying sessions with the boys, Wilber decided he was not going to go to sleep...(we had to wake up at 4 anyway) and so we had a party in our room for 4 hours.  It was Wilber, Roby (kinda, he was sleeping most the time) and Marlito.  It was fun just spending quality time getting loopy and tired and singing and dancing and over all just being.  We pranked Roby a couple times, which was HILARIOUS. and Marlito tried on some of my girl clothes! hahhahah we had a little fashion show. 

then the other boys woke up around 4:30 to hang out and say goodbye.  It broke my heart though, because last night a couple of the boys were trying to say final goodbyes, but I was like "NO I'll see you tomorrow!!!" and they were just liek "no, I won't be up." and I didn't believe them. and then they weren't there...and I couldn'ts ay good bye...and so I have to live with me not saying goodbye to like 8 boys.  that sucks. overall I am very sad, and very tired.  but mainly very sad.  I cried on the ride back to Teguc for about 40 minutes, and then i was just too tired to do anything so I just slept. 

Here's a list of little things that I'm going to miss of the boys. It's not complete but it's just what is on my mind.

"Neta?!"--the new way to say "en serio" that everyone thought I said funny 
"Windy!!"/"tu tener windy?"--referring to farting...
"hungry!!!!"--Antonio
"oh Sarah! Mira Sarah! NO Sarah!, vas a jugar pelota??!"--basically anything Nahun said that ended with Sarah.
"Cuidado con mis pantolones cortos"--I said this when Santos tried to pull down my shorts during a soccer game, and appartently I said it hilariously, and so EVERYONE said that for ever for about the last week. hahah
"Diez y cuarto"--me and my awesome spanish skills
The boys understanding my awful spanish, even better then Stacey understanding me.
Marlito saying "Sarah Mala" in his high pitched voice
"va" and "eh" by Marlito
Manuel's soccer skills/using his big booty to guard people.  and calling them "TONTO, OTRA VEZ" haha...
Fernando always doing his crazy dance (usually half naked) and then his nicknames for us and his singing.
Marlito, Santos, Nahaman, Fernando.. really all of their songs with me or stacey's name in them.
"Como la hace"--Marlito asking me "how i do it" with my "amazing" soccer skills... NOT.
Playing soccer every day, and slowly getting better and better.
bug bites ALL over my feet and legs. and arms. and body. and then scratching them until they scare.
everyday having a new place where I'm bleeding.
getting attacked by the little boys all the time.
Nahaman's laugh, and his frog voice of saying "Derek"
One on one conversations with the boys about our pasts and futures
reading the Bible and drinking coffee in the kitchen, and talking with boys about God
the stupid Manzana Basketball game that I just got worse and worse at.
Tutus with the boys, both the young AND the old
MANGOS.
making tortillas
Teaching English class, especially to Josue and Adolfo.
Eduardo's laugh... oh man, how it gets on my nerves...
Learning how to dance La Punta and dancing in the kitchen
Mountain adventures (both the first and second time, and getting the watermelon)
helping clean dead chicken
singing the ABC song with 10 teenage boys all marching behind me
Josue asking for "clase de in-ga-les"
Adolfo attacking me with love and always calling me his amor
Helping the boys with their chores
seeing the boys every single day for hours on end.
Wanting to kill some of the boys sometimes, especially Manuel and his Bi-polarness.

wow. there's so much more, but we're about to go to Heidi and Melissa's house to hang out and kinda say goodbye.  Tonight we're having a dinner party at Don Roberto's house with all the family.. they really are my family.  and then tomorrow is the Airport, and I'll be traveling for about 15 hours.

This is a weird and sad feeling.

I can't believe it's over.

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