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First they lost their two-year-old son, now they may lose their baby

Po Chis SonIn November Po Chi experienced something no father should have to experience: His two-year-old son drowned in a tragic accident. He was his only child.

Po Chi works for Partners,  he is the manager on our development farm. On the farm he helps develop sustainable solutions for farmers in Burma. To grow their own food, cheaply and organically is the goal. For thousands of families in Burma, that will make the difference between life and death.

Po Chi and his wife took the loss of their only son very hard, understandably. I cannot imagine losing a child. I can’t even think about the pain. Their only comfort was that they would get a new child soon. Po Chi’s wife was six months pregnant when the accident happened.

The growing belly, the soft kicks they could both feel from the unborn baby gave them hope and a reason to not give in to the nagging grief. Soon they would be able to hold the new baby in their arms. Soon they would again be able to feel small arms around their neck. Soon they would be able to tickle, play and giggle. The unborn baby gave them a reason to live on.

Then the contractions started. It was not time yet. But they would not stop.

Seven weeks early the new baby made its entry. They were not ready. The baby was not ready for this world. At least it may  seem that way. In addition to being premature, he also has some other health complications. Right now he is struggling between life and death. He has a 50% chance to survive, says the doctor. That is 50% positive, but 100% uncertain.

Little baby boy weighs only 1.9 kg (4 pounds). He is getting a surgery right now as I am writing. My thoughts and prayers go to the parents. We don’t know if the mother can handle losing one more child, says our staff member, Matt. The pain is too much right now. The dad has been able to see the situation in a bigger perspective and said:

“It’s always easier to look back on trials and see God was at work all along… but I’m committing my son into His hands, and I believe that if he lives that God will use him for His glory.”

As I post this blog, I want to ask you to pray for this baby if you believe in prayer. And if you don’t, send whatever good thoughts you are able to produce his way. You can also consider giving towards their medical expenses.

I promise you, as soon as I know anything, I will let you know how things go.If you would like to help financially, please consider giving to our Patient Care Program that helps children just like Po Chi’s son get access to the health care they need here

 

My New Year Resolutions

Every sunrise, and sunset, is a love song from God.

Every sunrise, and sunset, is a love song from God. Our family by the beach.

It’s my first day of work in 2014. The new year feels almost exactly the same as the old one. It was hard to wake up. I have too many emails to reply to. The laundry room is a mess. I need to work out more consistently.

I decided to drop the New Year Resolution thing this year. It never works for me. But a good friend sent me this prayer, and it made me think of a few things that I want to do this year. It is a New Year’s Prayer from the Syrian Orthodox Church. Worth meditating on, and it wouldn’t hurt to pray for Syria whilst doing so.

Our Holy Father,

God of our yesterdays, our today, and our tomorrows.

We praise You for Your unequaled greatness.

Thank You for the year behind us and for the year ahead.

Help us in Your new year, Father, to fret less and laugh more.

To teach our children to laugh by laughing with them.

To teach others to love by loving them.

Knowing, when Love came to the stable in Bethlehem, He came for us.

So that Love could be with us, and we could know You.

That we could share Love with others.

Help us, Father, to hear Your love song in every sunrise,

in the chirping of sparrows in our backyards,

in the stories of our old folks, and the fantasies of our children.

Help us to stop and listen to Your love songs,

so that we may know You better and better.

We rejoice in the world You loved into being.

Thank You for another new year and for new chances every day.

We pray for peace, for light, and for hope, that we might spread them to others.

Forgive us for falling short this past year.

We leave the irreparable past in your hands,

and step out into the unknown new year knowing You will go with us.

We accept Your gift of a new year and we rejoice in what’s ahead,

depending on You to help us do exactly what You want.

In Jesus name, We pray,

Amen

So let us laugh more, and fret less. Let us hear God’s love song in every sunrise. Let us stop and listen more. Those are some of my goals for the year of 2014.

What are yours?

Unlike stuff community seldom decay and rot

The other day I posted something on my Facebook that lots of people liked.  I posted some photos of us making cookies with some friends from Burma. The feeling I got was that it was not the photos themselves that was the big attraction. It was the comment I wrote with the pictures. This is what I wrote:

“Today we had a dear family from Chin state, Burma over to make cookies with us. We shared different traditions and stories from our countries. Our friends said: ‘Here in Norway people are not so interested in community. But they are very interested in buying things for Christmas. In our country our whole village gets together to celebrate Christmas together. We sing Christmas carols and make nice food together. We miss our country when it is Christmas time here in Norway. We often feel lonely at Christmas time.’ We have so much to learn.”

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It made me think of studying the Thai language many years ago, and realizing that some of the words one learns first are the words for together, and for having a good time together. I have not studied the Chin language, but it would surprise me if that was not the case for them and for so many of the other people groups in Burma as well. Stuff is overrated. We get it, we put it away, and next year we have forgotten what it was we got. But community and fellowship is something that will stay with us forever.

During these hectic times before Christmas when we are trying so hard to remember all the gifts we need to get and wrap and put name tags on, and all the food we need to get and make, and all the letters and cards we should send, I wish we would be better at stopping and looking for the ones who are lonely and who can enrich our lives with theirs.

But I am not only thinking about Christmas. I am thinking of the value of togetherness all around, all year long. I am thinking of the value of community in a world that seems to focus more and more on self.

Laws are passed to give the individual more freedom. Choices are made based on what the individual want. But less and less I see politicians, lawmakers and individuals ask: Is what I/we want also what is the best for our community? More often than that, I see and hear: Give me what I want and screw the rest. 

Could it be that the commercialism of Christmas is our world in miniature? Could it be that in the noise of hearing our own crazy wishes that we think will make us happy, we have overpowered the voice of Jesus who said: This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. John 15, 12-13.

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Could it be that it is from the people who have fled their homeland and who are living as resettled refugees are the ones who have gotten it right, and that it is them we should listen to, not the commercials on TV, or the leaders who are promising prosperity and low taxes?

I know what the answer is for me.

 

 

Find the meaning of life in Fairbanks Alaska

The honest truth is that some days I feel like my life is the pits.

I am really tired of trying to fix Burma. One day I hope to wake up to hear the news that it is fixed and I can get on with my knitting.

A little girl Steve met on a trip to Karen state.

A little girl Steve met on a trip to Karen state.

Never having enough money gets old after some years. Now I am not talking about my personal finances, although they may need some fixing too. No, I am talking about not having enough money for all the great projects we do and want to do in Partners. There are days when I recent World Vision, just because they have so much more money than us. But then I remember they also use their money for good works. I just wish we could for once in our life time be able to say: Wow, man, we have more money to help the poor than we know what to do with.

Some days I have had it with people. Relationships really are such a hustle. I hurt people. People hurt me. I misunderstand and get misunderstood. Some people are introverts, others extraverts. Some are insecure and others maybe a bit too self-confident. And every relationship is like a riddle that we have to figure out. And there are days when I just don’t want to bother, or to be bothered. Leave me alone, people!

It seems like just at the time when you think you are about to break, to give up and to just hand in your resignation that God make some people pop up in your life that make it all worth it.

So I went all the way to Fairbanks Alaska. No kidding. And the journey there was just as long and arduous as you might think. Not only that, but Fairbanks, I am sad to say, it is not exactly Shangri La, if you know what I mean. I think it is a place you really have to want to live in. If not, well, I think life could get hard.

But there I was, and I met all these wonderful people. I am not saying that one have to go all the way to Fairbanks to meet nice people. They are all around. Probably next door. But for me, for this time, Fairbanks was the place.

Angie and Matt bought the coffee shop Take 5. It is a wonderful little oasis in the cold Fairbanks fall. October and April are Partners months in the coffee shop. And it shows. Go there!

Angie and Matt bought the coffee shop Take 5. It is a wonderful little oasis in the cold Fairbanks fall. October and April are Partners months in the coffee shop. And it shows. Go there!

It was like a small beehive of busy people being busy serving Partners all on their own. They were doing things like buying a coffee shop so that they could use it as a venue to promote Partners. And this they did, with posters, photos and paraphernalia, along with amazing coffee and food.

They did things like designing clothes for teens that tell a story about kids in Burma. They do rock concerts and design cool art.

Eric is multi talented. He designed this hoodie that is bound to be a mega success. And that is just one of the things he is doing. Watch out, world!

Eric is multi talented. He designed this hoodie that is bound to be a mega success. And that is just one of the things he is doing. Watch out, world!

We went to a banquet that served food prepared by volunteers and a family with little kids who cater food for a living. Those kids, who were like 8 years old,  worked for 12 hours for nothing because they wanted to help the children of Burma. There were so many people putting the banquet together and making it a great success that I get teary-eyed just thinking about it.

An unnamed hero setting up an exhibition for the banquet.

An unnamed hero setting up an exhibition for the banquet.

I was impressed with the innovation. I was impressed with the generosity of time and resources. I was impressed by the fact that they did all these things they were doing because they knew it was the right thing to do. They did not seem to care if they were recognized for their efforts. They did not seem to care if their names were mentioned or not. They just did what they did because they had found a joy in it, and because they followed a call they had received.

A few hundred people came to the banquet. They ate, were entertained and got to hear stories from Burma.

A few hundred people came to the banquet. They ate, were entertained and got to hear stories from Burma.

I left the not-so-pretty city with the lovely people feeling encouraged to go on. If they can, then I can. Not only that, but: If they can, then who am I to want to quit? It made me realize the beauty of the body of Christ, and how much we need each other. It made me understand that it is a wonderful body that stretches all the way across oceans, from Norway, to Alaska, to Burma, to all the other nations in the world. It made me realize that I can’t quit now. Then I won’t ever be able to celebrate the victory with all of them.

 

 

Without a challenge life sucks

If your life seems like there are no challenges in it, then move. By that I mean, find something that challenges you, like a new mountain peak. (Steve with a bunch of crazy people who climbed for Burma last summer. It was a blast. And a challenge!)

If your life seems like there are no challenges in it, then move. By that I mean, find something that challenges you, like a new mountain peak. (Steve with a bunch of crazy people who climbed for Burma last summer. It was a blast. And a challenge!)

I read this awesome quote yesterday. I have been thinking of it ever since.

It was written by Richard Kool, an ethnographer. He was describing some Indian tribes of British Colombia, Canada.

“The Shushwap region was and is considered by the Indian people to be a rich place: rich in salmon and game, rich in below-ground food resources such as tubers and roots—a plentiful land. In this region, the people would live in permanent village sites and exploit the environs for needed resources. They had elaborate technologies for very effectively using the resources of the environment, and perceived their lives as being good and rich. Yet, the elders said, at times the world becomes too predictable and the challenge began to go out of life. Without challenge, life had no meaning.

So the elders, in their wisdom, would decide that the entire village should move, those moves occurring every 25 to 30 years. The entire population would move to a different part of the Shushwap land and there, they found challenge. There were new streams to figure out, new game trails to learn, new areas where the balsamroot would be plentiful. Now life would regain its meaning and be worth living. Everyone would feel rejuvenated and healthy.”

Sometimes we make the mistake of calling past and current tribes primitive. They may be primitive because they don’t know how to operate a smart phone. But in reading this account of the people in Shushwap I thought that we are the primitive ones.

Maybe it is time that we pack up and move to a new location. I don’t mean geographically necessarily. I think I mean to move out of the Hobbit hole that many of us like to be in. Or the comfort zone which we call it nowadays.

“At times the world becomes too predictable and the challenge began to go out of life. Without challenge, life had no meaning.”

Life without a challenge has no meaning. It's like waiting for an airplane that is late.

Life without a challenge has no meaning. It’s like waiting for an airplane that is late.

The tragedy of the the gold iPhone 5

Elise doesn't like what history reveals about humans.

Elise doesn’t like what history reveals about humans.

Three things happened yesterday.

My oldest daughter, Elise, told me about her upcoming trip to Berlin with her class. In preparation for the trip they are studying the Holocaust.

“I really don’t like to read about it, watch the movies they make us watch, and I am dreading going to the concentration camps and museums,” she said. The reason was clear: “I can’t get over the images, and the knowledge that this did in fact happen. People did this to real people. The faces of the victims haunt me. When we go to the concentration camp I am dreading being in a place where such gruesome actions happened.” She continued: “I also can’t stop thinking about the fact that these kinds of tragedies are happening today, in our world. And that makes it even worse. I just don’t want to think about it.”

Later, my youngest daughter, Kristin, came home from school. “We are learning about the slave trade at school,” she informed us. “You know, those people were treated terribly. Did you know how they were treated on the ships that took them from Africa?” She was obviously shocked at the state of mankind. She had not realized they could be that bad. The slave trade was a tragedy we still have not recovered from.

Then I saw this article: Gold iPhone Tragedy. This poor man had to wait in line for two (I repeat TWO) weeks to get a gold iPhone 5S. And the tragedy: He did not get one! He did not get his freaking gold iPhone! If that is not a tragedy, then what is! Luckily, the unlucky man got two other phones, just not the one he really wanted.

A tragedy? I looked up the meaning:

tragedy |ˈtrajidē|noun ( pl. tragedies )

an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe.

The slave trade was, and still is, a tragedy. The Holocaust was a tragedy. The war in Syria is a tragedy. The ongoing abuse of civilians in Burma is a tragedy. There are plenty of tragedies in the world.

That people don’t care about these tragedies, but that they have the audacity to call not getting a gold-colored phone a tragedy, is truly a tragedy.

How have we gotten here? How are we able to take these things seriously? People waiting in lines for two weeks to get a phone they don’t even need? Teens spending more time on getting their makeup on than they spend on homework. Mothers wanting their children to looks like fashion models. Fathers dreaming of faster cars and bigger biceps. All of us focusing all our energies on stuff that don’t really matter, and not on the stuff that really matters.

I am tempted to call it a tragedy.

 

Hero, who are you?

Several times during one’s life, one has to write an essay about one’s heroes. I have had strong influence on the heroes my children have chosen to write about. I have not exactly bribed them, but I have made it clear that my pride in them will be so much more if they chose to write about Gandhi rather than about Justin Bieber, or about Mother Teresa rather than Miley Cyrus. I like to believe my girls have decided on their own that some of the greatest heroes in history are not the ones who have made a name for themselves because they look or sing good.

Cristiano-Ronaldo

But yesterday my youngest, Kristin, caught me by surprise. Her essay about Cristiano Ronaldo, also known as CR7, was half-way done by the time I saw it. She was not going to change hero. She had no desire whatsoever to write about Martin Luther King jr. or about Gladys Aylward. She wants to spend her life playing soccer, so who is better to look up to than CR7. He is the best. He is cute. He is rich. He has it made.

I told Kristin to try to think of somethings about CR7’s character that made her admire him other than his soccer skills and cute face. And she found plenty. He gives lots of money to the poor. He went to Banda Ache to help after the tsunami in 2004. I felt like there was hope. She had chosen a hero who not only plays soccer well, but who cares about others. At least a little, it appears.

Her essay/powerpoint turned out well. She was proud and I was too.

But today I have thought, again, about the heroes our society promote. No wonder our kids chose the rich and the famous when we, the adults, make it look like they are the ones to admire.

Naomi, daughter #2 overheard a mom the other day forbid her daughter to walk into a store selling cheap clothes. “We don’t want to be seen in there,” she snared.  Another mother admonished her toddler when the toddler wanted a pair of brightly colored pants: “Honey, this is not the color that is in-style this season.”

It surprises me that these kind of people, saying these kinds of things actually exist in real life. And it blesses me that I at least have raised my kids to recognize those kinds of values for the total bullshit it actually is. It gives me hope for my kids. It also gives me hope for mankind.

I want to believe that deep down inside most of us know that the real heroes of our world are the ones who spend time with refugees, who help the poor, who care for orphans, who spend time with the unlovelies, who live simply, who share what they have, who are not afraid to be seen with the “wrong” people, who sees each person as valuable in the sight of God, who recognizes that each person is created in the image of God and has the same value as I do.

I have this much hope in our race. I hope you do too.

This woman is Rohingya. She saw her son killed, her daughter in law die, her grandson die, her village ruined. She is unwanted in her country. But she is not unwanted. She has great value. She is worth as much I am, as all of us are. She is unique.

This woman is Rohingya. She saw her son killed, her daughter in law die, her grandson die, her village ruined. She is unwanted in her country. But she is not unwanted. She has great value. She is worth as much I am, as all of us are. She is unique. (Photo by Kim Sorensen)

The happiness report

What is happiness for you? This photo was taken by Steve in Kachin state. It is one of our favorite photos.

What is happiness for you? This photo was taken by Steve in Kachin state. It is one of our favorite photos.

Today I was skimming through the happiness report, a report done by the UN. Read the report here. I fully plan to read the whole document when I get the time. I think it is interesting to read about where people are the happiest, and why. I have to ask myself if I am happy from time to time too.

And, many of you know, I have written about happiness on the blog many times before.

Last week I wrote about the Kachin in hiding who told us that they have everything they need. It was shocking to hear that. Especially when I looked around at where they were living. Bullets holes decorated the walls. The toilets reeked. The food left much to be desired.

I met a man and a woman. They travelled for hours to meet us. At first they were shy to talk, but little by little they started sharing. They told us about their brother in law who had been brutally killed by the Burma Army just a few months ago. He had waited for church to start and went to tend his fields in the meantime. That was the last time they saw him alive. Days later they found his tortured and destroyed body hidden in a sugarcane field. A bullet hole went through his chest. He was dressed in a uniform that did not belong to him.

It was hard for them to recall the loss of a relative, a neighbor and a good friend. They knew that it could just as easily have been one of them who was caught that day.

“The Burma Army comes to our village a lot,” they told us. “When they do, we need to pick up whatever we have and run to our hide site. Sometimes we are able to bring blankets. Other times we don’t have time to bring anything.” They told us that they cannot even count how many times they have had to run. Perhaps 20 times in a year. Each time they stay in their hide site from one to three, four days. Depending on the fighting.

“It is hard to run and hide so often,” they said. “We need to put up new shelters every time. It is often cold and rainy. The mosquitos and other bugs are terrible.” They also said that it was impossible for the children to go to school now because their daily routines kept getting interrupted. “We are also not able to produce enough food,” they said. “Since we are always busy running from soldiers, we cannot work our land properly, and this makes it so we cannot get enough harvest.”

They told us their story as if it was a normal story to tell. For their people the story is nothing out of the ordinary. They have all experienced similar fates.

But for me it mattered a lot. It confirmed that I was in the right place. It confirmed that I needed to keep sharing the stories of the people in Burma, be it the Kachin, the Rohingya or any of the other ethnic groups who are currently suffering under a regime who says they have changed, but who actually have not.

What is happiness? For the man and the woman I talked to happiness would be to be allowed to live in peace in their village. It would be to grow their own food, and to keep their animals. It would be to see their children go to school. It would be to have medicine when they or anybody in their family got sick. It would be to live with the absence of fear.

They never mentioned the need for a new purse, for Botox to cover up their wrinkles, or for a car that would run a little faster. They never mentioned remodeling their homes, nor a new diet they were on. They just said they want to live in peace. For them that would be happiness.

To become, not to be

We were born to always move towards something. We are becoming something.

We were born to always move towards something. We are becoming something.

I have gotten myself elected into the PTA. Not that there is a rush of people who want the honor. Still, as I sat at our first meeting last night I had the time to reflect on why I wanted to be there. What do I want to contribute to the children and adults at my daughter’s school? We talked about quality of learning. We talked about vision. We talked about health and fitness. We talked about safety. All of those things are valuable, and I could, with a clear conscious and willing spirit give of myself for any of those causes.

When I thought of all the things, and what really matters to me, I decided that what really matters to me, more than anything, is that I want the kids at our school, and their parents and teachers to start living for what really matters.

It is important for me that children and adults can choose what they think is right, not just what society tells them is right. It is important that we are part of forming a generation that not only concerns itself with its own success, to such a degree that they forget the others, in their own community and in the rest of the world.

I found it hard to express my thoughts, but tried to and sent it to the PTA leader. When he replied I was so encouraged, because he had written what I thought in a much better way than I myself could have. This is what he said:

“Focusing on our façade, material possessions, and living up to others expectations destroy all of us on the inside. We are living an I-life and a me-life.

How can we protect a robust self-image and at the same time the desire to challenge ourselves? I think we as adults need to be brave and speak up, stand firm, create a new culture with different, simple, down-to-earth, non-material values so that teachers, the school, and our politicians dare to make other choices in their lives, and dare to support choices that are not so popular.

I like a concept that I have called iBecome. I become. Every minute, every second, every thought, every choice, every look, and every movement I make become who I am. I have a motto that I like: “It is better to become better than to be better.” Our mindset needs to change—in our thoughts.

We have the possibility to shift our focus and think that we are always on the way to somewhere. We are not defined by being dumb, clever, good, best, beautiful, sexy etc. Instead we are always moving towards becoming who we are. If you see the world in that way you are continuously making room to make new choices and less of a need to defend one’s self, one’s façade and accomplishments. Instead one can focus on getting better, everybody from one’s own level—all from one’s own situation. That is the kind of “better” we need to strive for.”

This is what I want to strive for. How about you?

These are a few of my favorite things

This has got to be one of my favorite ways to spend time.

This has got to be one of my favorite ways to spend time, on my bicycle with my family.

Here is another reblog from me. I wrote it in 2011, during the cold of winter.

These are my favoritest times (Yes, I know Favoritest is not actually a word).

Disclaimer: Obviously, like any mother and wife, my favorite thing is when my kids say they love me and Steve kisses me, but these are my favoritest things beside the obvious ones:

 -When I have  a whole playlist of new music when I go for my run.

-When I go cross country skiing and don’t meet a single person.

-When there is lasagna leftovers.

-When the whole house was just cleaned (usually on Saturday afternoons).

-When I have a pretty new and really cool outfit to wear that makes me look like I know my style.

-When somebody does the dishes without me asking (read: Nagging).

-When I smell spring (which usually is the smell of mud and melting snow, mixed with rotten leaves from last year).

-When I am reading a really good book and have the time to sit and read it while drinking coffee and eating chocolate.

-When I noticed that my tricepts and bicepts have gotten a tiny bit bigger.

-When it is crisp, but warm (Norway warm, like 4 degrees or more) outside, the sun is shining and I have the time to be outside.

-When my dog obeys me. (I should not even have to write this, but it is a rare occurrence)

-When I finally did get around to changing the sheets, and they are clean and fresh and smell nice.

-When I have slippers to wear.

-When I have a real nice cold beer waiting for me in the fridge and potato chips (just a very small bag, ten chips.)

-When I have crossed out all the things on my to do list (yes, I do write things like: Get dressed and put food in the fridge on my list. Is that so bad? I also write things like: Find 84000 dollars for starving kids. Have not crossed that off yet.)

-When George Clooney comes over for dinner. (Ha, I got you there. I just wrote this to see if you were still awake. George Clooney rarely comes over. In fact, he never does.)

So these are my favorite times today. Tomorrow they may be different. I should add too that I like it when I have tissue paper in my pocket to wipe my nose when I go skiing or running.

What are your favorite times?

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