Posts Tagged: poverty


28
Mar 12

with or without you

Those who know me well have often heard me say, “Oh Geez, I think I’ve got another man crush.”

The object of my affection this time around is Scott Harrison, founder of charity:water.  Last week, two of my otherwise separate worlds collided when niche-known, tech entrepreneur turned angel investor Kevin Rose interviewed Scott on the “Foundation” podcast.  In my normal day-to-day I’m a web developer for a non-profit and, so, I’ve been interested in the innovation coming out of the offices of charity:water since day one.  It was during the hour that I watched this interview, however, that my heart began to flutter.

It was the first time I had heard him tell his own story: from growing up in a christian (explicitly not religious) home, to seeing his mother develop complications from carbon monoxide poisoning, through his career as a club promoter in NYC to his eventual emotional bankruptcy.

It was the first time that I connected the goals of charity:water with a Jesus-backed motivation.  To me it was a real-life, vivid example of an amazingly good thing happening, without any explicit mention of faith, but that seemingly had found favor with some celestial deity, somewhere. By all measures of success, they are doing the right things.

There are a number of more subtle cues that they’re doing the right thing, too.  In serving as much as relationship brokers between donor and donee as charity, charity:water is tapping into our need to have emotional and relational connection in our lives.  They are the practical hands and feet of well-meaning givers who likely would drop everything and construct wells in distant countries for their fellow man.  They make every effort to be transparent and to fund operations and programs from completely different revenue streams so that 100% of the money that a donor provides goes directly to providing clean water to another person in the world.

Granted, not everyone who gives to charity:water does so of altruistic motivations: some are poorly-disguised egoistic reasons (e.g. “Look what I/my money/my something did in Liberia,” or “Here are all of the people that I helped.”)  Most, I would assume, are not giving because they’ve heard a little voice from their right shoulder urging them to do so.

What I would say, though, is that every time someone donates, every time someone gives up their birthday, every time that a video from a dig in some remote village shows the faces of jubilant men and women to the world, we are all being connected to something.  Believe it or not, I think that something is that trajectory of restoration and renewal that God envisioned when we hear the story of Jesus and the cross at Easter.   There was a time when we understood that the only way to work towards God-inspired positive change was to become involved with a church and engage service there.  We all thought it went something like this:

  1. Come to church
  2. Become a follower of Jesus
  3. Do things that church people do (serve, give money, complain, become cynical, etc)

All that has changed, though.  In connecting with humanity, in giving clean water to the thirsty, good food to the hungry, opportunity to the oppressed, friendship to the friendless we are tracking with what God (or whatever universal force you think is out there) and his efforts to right the wrongs we have gotten ourselves into, to redeem the desert places of the world.

It is a vastly differently, but entirely valid entry point into this effort to reconstruct, rebuild, and redeem.  It is a statement that the “church” as we’ve come to know it may no longer be up to the task and that it’s time to redefine the concept.  At first church was a generic term that just represented a collection of people that shared a common belief and did things based on that belief – initially, that Caesar was Lord and so Romans did empire building things.  When Jesus followers began to gather after his death, they co-opted the word and used it to describe their own gatherings where instead they said, “Jesus is Lord” and they served the poor and needy on the underside of the empire.

Now, churches have largely become self-centered and self-righteous and self-destructive that are unwilling or unable or uninterested in doing what is right.  This movement that technology has enabled towards connecting wealthy, self-centered people with those from the opposite end of the spectrum is just one of the ways that I truly believe, we are in the middle of a redefining phase of what it means to be a “church.”

There is an entire family of people, not connected by denominational history, family ties, tradition, doctrine, ritual that are loving and serving together.  They’re joined, instead, by the common bond of generosity, of a sense that having billions of people without a basic necessity in the world is both unacceptable and that we have the capacity with our surplus to overcome it.

Many of them are restoring the world, doing what’s right, but do not know or do not believe that they’re doing this for some heavenly being – but they just have a sense that this is what they’re meant to do.

And that’s OK.


7
Nov 10

community-ish

All around me, people are engaged in pursuits.  Personal ventures.  Journeys. Marathons. Self-discovery.

Truth.

These are the well-known pursuits.  These are the ones that we have come to expect.  The thirty-something has pride on the line as he dons his iPod and prepares for the half-marathon.  It says, “I’ve still got it.”  Somewhere there’s a small-business woman who keeps pushing through levels of exhaustion that would do most of us in to make her business succeed.  It says, “This is what I can accomplish when I stick with it.”  We do our counselors proud when we have a moment of epiphany.  We say, “I’m finding myself.”

We’re deep, spiritual beings, us humans.  Our souls run deep into the existential realm.  We can pursue ourselves for a lifetime, identifying desires and working hard to meet them, analyzing shifts in our passions and aiming our longings at other targets.  Contributing to the notion that the west is incredibly materialistic is this very inward drive. Those scratching the surface in this journey often respond by buying clothes or cars or catamarans.  It’s not hard to understand why much of the world takes this self-centeredness for granted.

At our core, though, I don’t believe that our culture, or any person, is wired to be self-consumed.  I don’t believe that we are designed to be islands unto ourselves, to exist as idealized individuals.

And our rampant materialism proves it.

I would argue that our pursuit of positions and possessions are more an indication of a desire for community than anything else.  Yes, it’s obviously misdirected, but it speaks volumes.  Some will argue otherwise, but I have a strong sense that most luxuries we pursue have much to do with our standing relative to others.  I don’t just mean in terms of comparisons – i.e. Look at my thing; my thing is better than your thing, therefore I’m better than you.

There’s also the desire to fill the role of provider.

We have come to a point in this crazy journey called the “human race” where need and want are nearly synonymous.  Take this completely believable example: Maybe you own a high speed train.  Given that we’ve misconstrued one’s want to ride on a high-speed train with a need to ride on a high-speed train, your offer for me to ride your high-speed train is actually contributing to community.  It may well be driving your self-centeredness and feelings of grandeur through the roof…. I get that.  But we have a notion that the community benefits as well.

You can feel free to replace “high-speed train” with “sailboat,” “awesome sick car,” or “deck with an incredible pool and to-die-for grill.”  It all works the same (except for riding on the grill which could get to be slightly less confortable than the sail boat).

Even in what seems like were being selfish, perhaps we’re being community-ish.

We exist in a culture where the dominant message reinforces a strong sense of self-worth, self-dependance, and self-reward.  It’s impossible not to incorporate some of these concepts into out daily routine and understanding.  But even in the most extreme examples, I argue, that there is an underlying innate sense of community life – dare I say, of communal life.  A world where what I have is (somewhat) yours.

There are plenty of questions to be raised at this point about trust and choice and freedom and liberty and Russia and China.  Even as tribesmen we shared the spoils of the hunt with our tribe while we tried to annihilate other tribes.

I’m simply saying that maybe the fame and fortune and position and possessions that we’re pursuing is not all meant for ourselves.

And if that’s the case, what else can we do for our community?


6
Nov 10

matter

God of the worn and tattered

All of your people matter

Give us more than words to speak

‘Cause we are hearts and arms that reach

And Love climbs up and down the human ladder

There are three new women in my life that I can’t get off of my heart.  They are loving and kind and beautiful.  The story of how our paths first crossed is an interesting one, involving my wife, a school project that she was not looking forward to, and an introduction by a mutual friend from another country.

It’s never been tempting to say that we met by chance.

My friends are actually a happy, loving family: a mother and her two precious daughters.  The mom has endured some pretty tough circumstances, but her heart has remained soft and compassionate.  Her daughters, 3 and 5, are supernova-energy-balls wrapped up in tiny human bodies with cute little human faces.  They are curious and loving.  It is incredible to spend time with them, hearing about what they did that day and what they want to do tomorrow, deciding what kind of cake they want on their birthday and which Disney or NickJr character is currently the focus of their attention (FYI: it’s Dora).

It’s one of those friendships where you have to be strategic about visiting.  Kristy and I have to been keenly aware of what sort of appointments are bookending these visits, because once the conversation gets rolling time morphs and stretches, shrinks and reconfigures until we’ve missed class or are late for work.  Yet somehow it’s still worth it.

To be fair, one of the reasons why we have to watch our time is because time is far less of a concern for this family.  Their days are much more loosely organized.  They get up, and get some breakfast at no set time.  From then on it’s pretty laid back until dinner, and pretty laid back again until some indeterminate bedtime.  There is no job to interfere with their daily plans.  It’s free and easy.

Except, it’s not free and it’s significantly difficult.

You see my friends live in abject poverty, at least by American standards.  Now they’re fighting circumstances, consequences, and systemic shortcomings in a effort to find a better way.  The story of how they got her is heart-breaking and filled with abuse and pain.  What is even more depressing for me as their friend is to have to stand beside them and watch as with every positive step they take some mysterious force deals them another blow.

I know how it is.  Middle-classers can say with relative ease that “They’re just dealing with the consequences of their choices,” or “Let them pull themselves up by their bootstraps… America is land of opportunity.”  Few, if any, of their choices landed them where they are.  Pulling themselves up by their bootstraps is only possible if they could afford to buy boots instead of being forced to wear the same pair of $5 Old Navy flip flops that the mother has owned since the first day we met.

Systems have failed her.  Forms that should have been filed in duplicate were accidentally filed in triplicate at some head office and so this mother went without any sure way of providing food because she was suspected of trying to game the system.  Social workers have advised her to stand in line for three hours at facilities that have never claimed to be able to meet any of her needs.  State child care workers have tried to enforce what can only be described as their own petty preferences instead of prescribed policy.

Yet, this family understand that it’s just another day with another adversity to overcome.

I see her and her situation.  I hear her trying to figure out a way to get winter coats for her kids, and who of her friends can help provide meals for them until her food stamps are reinstated (after being mistakingly cut off).  I see her kids attempting to process what it means for a woman to have a loving husband.

More than this I see her desperately trying to make life better for her kids, finding a way out of her dangerous neighborhood, applying at every business that might hire a woman with less than a high-school education while looking for ways to achieve her GED.  I hear the fear in her voice as she talks about what it could mean when the father of her children gets released from prison.

All this happening in the shadow cast by some meaningless skyscrapers where meaningless finances are traded and bought and sold every day for meaningless profit and meaningless bonuses.

Take away everything that I’ve just described about this family.  The government assistance.  The prison terms.  The questionable practices by social workers.  The lack of food.   The high-school drop-out. The abuse.  The five dollar flip-flops.

Laid bare as a generic mother with two generic children, you and I would have no trouble whatsoever in saying that these people have worth and are deserving of opportunities and some basic necessities.  It’s only as we pile on circumstances that we begin to doubt and question and wonder if she should be left to deal with the bed that she has made.  It’s a sorry state of affairs but I’m glad we keep her all but locked away in public housing where I don’t have to deal with it.

By God, this woman still matters.  She is worn and tattered, but she still matters.

And there are millions like them.  And there are $millions frivolously wasted and metaphorically burned each day simply because it’s mine.  What are we doing?  More appropriately, perhaps, what are we not doing?

Give us more than words to speak

‘Cause we are hearts and arms that reach

And Love climbs up and down the human ladder