Laying Down their Lives in Zambia

I'm delighted to be inviting a couple of guest bloggers to join us for this week and next. My apologies for getting off-schedule -- technical glitches meant that I couldn't post this past Friday while I was sunning in Gran Turk!

Do you admire people who are 100% invested in something? This is our week to honour an inspiring person. My friend Crystal introduced me to this week’s recipient recently, and his grieving family has been on my mind ever since. Crystal has kindly agreed to write about them here, and it’s an honour to be able to support them even just a little bit through this incredibly difficult time.

"Rob Hall was one of those people I both admire and think crazy all at once. He died suddenly in a construction accident in Zambia last month. He leaves behind his wife and 3 beautiful little children, 6yrs, 3yrs and just one. I didn't know Rob (or his wife, Kate) personally but they feel like friends.

I 'met' Rob and Kate through their dining room table. The Halls are very close friends of my friends. My friends were storing this table in their basement for Rob and Kate. It was only being stored as at the time they were leaving for Zambia, no one needed to borrow it. They wanted it used, lent out, while they were away. 

This table is beautiful, a harvest table that had been beautifully crafted by Rob himself. This would have been something that I would have been very tempted to store, to wrap up, to protect and keep safe until I returned to Canada and use for myself. It is a work of art and I've no doubt it took much time and skill to craft. I wouldn't have wanted just anyone using it, especially a stranger, like myself, with two little boys. The risks to such a beautiful piece of furniture are many when that table is being lent to a family with two little boys who love to play "construction" and could decide it needed 'fixing'. Leaving this table to the care of strangers symbolizes how Rob and Kate lived their life together. They weren't bogged down by things and by being practical. They felt God was calling them to work in Zambia so they stepped out in faith, trusting God to provide. They didn't see their possessions, their children, their limited finances as preventing them from acting when they felt God was calling them.

They abandoned what many of us, I at least, would call common sense.At first I felt judgemental about their decision to go to Africa without a back up plan if something happened and things didn't work out. I'll admit I was judgemental, an "Are you crazy? You have kids to think of? How could you put them at risk this way?" Then I was stopped in my common sense tracks. How many times do I not risk, not step out, not trust more in God's provision or in the goodness of  people He's put in my life to support me if I fall. I am humbled by their story, by the man and woman who risked all when they felt God's call to do something different.  Why God allowed Rob to die is a question for God alone but to not risk, is not to live fully.  Rob's family motto is vive us Vivas or in english, "Live, that you might live."  If you want to learn more about Rob, his wife Kate and their family you can visit here."

Again, it is my privilege to help provide for people who laid everything on the line for the God they serve. Thanks for your honest blog entry, Crystal, and for bringing this precious family to our attention.

I'll be back on track this Friday with another guest blogger who suggested another inspiring recipient -- stay tuned!

Where it's Cool to Go to Church

I love to sing. I don’t do it nearly enough. I also love being sung over. (“Huh?” you ask…) And I love it when both of those things involve people I treasure and have known for most of their lives.

That’s what happened to me last Sunday. My girls were at a dance rehearsal in the same building as our former church, and they had to be dropped off just in time for me to enjoy the Sunday morning service. What a treat to worship with dear friends that I miss!

The best part for me was noticing how many of the kids that I knew from their youth group days are still there. There’s a whole pack of 18-25-year-olds. They show up early to help set up chairs and test the sound equipment. They chase toddlers around. They make announcements about youth events that they are now organizing. They lead worship. And this past Sunday, it felt like they were singing for me and to me and over me.

It’s hard to think of anything that would put a bigger smile on my face than having my own kids, when they’re big,  comfortably embedded in a solid community of friends who know how to serve, who love God, who attend church by choice and who love to sing. So this week, our local blog donation goes to support the young adults at EVAC. Thank you Emma, Rachel, Casey, Amy, Christine, Bre…and so many others who have set an excellent example for my kids, and for me.

Moving from Bling in Erin to Learning in China

I am in in the world's best Book Club. The 9 of us have been together for more than 5 years. It's not mostly because of the food (which is fabulous), or the books (which are mostly fabulous) or even the company (always fabulous) -- it's the loot bags. Shelley's company makes promotional gift items -- mostly cosmetics, funky purses and things. Her contribution to our monthly potlucks is presents! For a girl who uses the same blush brush I splurged on in university, this opens up a whole new world.

Shelley's generosity extends far beyond gifts to her girlfriends. With many of her company's products coming from China, Shelley and her family and employees found a way to give back to some of the people in that country. So this week, international week here at Just Giving It, I'm going to join her in supporting Hope School in Guiyang. The donation will help to provide things like a hot lunch program, warm clothing and school supplies at the school Shelley was instrumental in starting. You can read more about it here.

I'm sorry you can't join our Book Club -- there's a waiting list and spaces rarely open up. You can read what we're reading though! This month it's Terry Fallis' Best Laid Plans, courtesy of the recommendation from Canada Reads (I'm a huge Jian Ghomeshi fan, what can I say?). You can download it free as a podcast from iTunes. You can also join us in other ways, by figuring out how you are going to give back, with style and creativity and generosity like Shelley does at Orchard International. Thanks for the suggestion, Shelley!

Young Yoginis in Halton

Penny and I used to compete for the top marks in high school. It was a close race, and we shared the honour of Valedictorian at the end. That was almost 24 years ago, and I haven't seen Penny since. I have heard from her recently though, through a mutual friend on Facebook. She's been following this blog, and she sent me an idea for a donation. (It's the fourth week of the month, which means I'm using submitted ideas to guide the process -- do send yours!)

Penny is a teacher of kids with various special needs and barriers to learning. Her class has greatly benefited from funding provided by the Halton Learning Foundation. I'll let her describe it in her own words:

"This group provides money to schools for kids who need something that is preventing them from learning as well as they should - they have a program called Barriers to Learning. I have accessed money so I can provide breakfast to my kids every morning...This has become an important part of our daily routine. We have our community circle during breakfast, we practise our communciation skills and we discuss issues that seem to crop up such as stranger danger, appreciating people who help us...After breakfast I can sit back and watch them communicate and work as a team during the clean-up. For my kids, this is immense and they've made me publicly cry a few times. We feel like a family...I have also got money from the Halton Learning Foundation to purchase yoga mats for my classroom. This is one of our most peaceful times of the week. You can't imagine how great it is to see all my kids participating on their mats, getting some kids out of the wheelchairs and onto the floor, meditating and stretching."

Almost every day it crosses my mind to be thankful for the things in my life that work without me understanding why or how. Most often it's things like computers and telephones (when they ask, I tell my kids they're magic -- is that wrong?), but sometimes it's osteopathy or a kid learning to read. Yoga is another of those things -- and the image of Penny's students getting out of their wheelchairs to do their yoga poses, with full tummies and smiles on their faces, has put a smile on mine today.

Vicarious Backpacking

I love planning vacations. Even when they’re not mine. Lately, I’ve been helping my brother and his girlfriend finalize their itinerary for a backpacking trip in Europe (which has made me green with envy, by the way. They’ll be green for real, as one month from today they will be in Ireland recovering from St. Patrick’s Day celebrations!)

I was telling a friend about their trip recently, and that quickly transitioned into singing their praises for having come so far. It occurred to me in that moment that I am truly inspired by my brother, and I’m excited for this week’s individual donation to go towards his upcoming travel adventure. He’s earned it!

My brother is 15 years younger than me. We didn’t grow up in the same household. We share a father, and my weaker parent was in many ways his stronger one. He wasn’t raised with nearly the same level of support and resources that I was privileged to receive. He went through some significant trauma as a pre-teen that could have thrown him off the rails, but not only did he recover, but he took the initiative, as a teenager, to rebuild a relationship with the person who threw him that curveball. When he headed off to university (university!!) three hours from his home, he had never before been on public transit. He went on his very first airplane ride in 2008, in his mid-twenties, when we took our dad to New York City. With very little outside help and few strong role models, he found a way to put himself through school. He’s maintained a long term, solid relationship with a great girl (who deserves a lot of the credit); he has a full-time job in his field; he keeps in touch with his big sister and he remembers to send my kids cards on their birthdays. And here he is, jetting off to Europe for six weeks.

I’m impressed. And jealous.

So as my brother and his girlfriend get to Greece just before we do later this spring, I hope they gaze out over that gorgeous Aegean sunset and raise a glass in their own honour. They deserve it.

Jumping In

I've only known my sporty daughter to miss making a team once. It was the skipping team in grade 4. So when tryouts came around again in grade 5, she was determined to make the team. And of course she did. And what a team it was! They travelled from school to school performing a

30-minute jump rope demonstration (ever see the movie Jump In?), encouraging students to live active lives and to participate in Jump Rope for Heart.

It's our week to support something local, and the Heart and Stroke Foundation is a national organization that makes an impact locally and across the country. When 9 out of 10 people are at risk of heart disease and/or stroke in Canada, it's hard to imagine a cause more relevant. So when my younger kids came home with their pledge forms for Jump Rope for Heart this week, it seemed fitting to designate this week's donation to that. (And it means my little guy will get a very cool shiny soccer ball as a fundraising prize -- a nice bonus for him).

When skipping practices were happening around here, I joined in. It had been awhile! But it came back to me pretty quickly, and what a great workout it is. Ten minutes of jumping rope is equivalent to half an hour of jogging -- that kind of efficient exercise appeals to me (especially given how much I dislike jogging). So now I incorporate skipping into most of my fitness classes, and I'll do so again today, in honour of the many people that each of us knows who have been affected by heart disease and stroke. (Just for fun, check out this cool video of me doing just that -- sign up, and you can be jumpified too!)


And somehow 'jumping in' fits this year's giving philosophy for me. Try it!

PS -- Thank you to each person who has sent me ideas for the blog. I'll be getting to them as quickly as I can, and I've been encouraged by the conversations that have been initiated through this crazy project. Next week the donation goes to an inspiring individual. Not sure yet who that'll be. Any ideas?

Nyota Home

It's a very cold morning where I live. But rewind to a sunny day last July, when I received an e-mail from my friend Miriam, letting me know that friends of hers nearby had raspberries available at their farm. Not usually a pick-your-own operation, when we arrived, Doug and Lynda's place was dotted with friends and neighbours happily helping to harvest the bumper crop of organic berries. We were delighted to join in. And our visit got better, because Lynda let the kids feed the chickens and Doug sent us home with some greens and garlic from the garden. The whole visit was a summer highlight.

As I was paying for our treasures, I noticed pictures of African kids on the walls of the farm store. Of course I asked about them, and learned that Lynda and Doug are very involved in supporting Nyota Home. Located near Nakuru, Kenya, Nyota provides a nurturing home and learning environment for children who have lost their parents due to AIDS or other tragedies. One of their main fundraisers locally is an art auction, which I had previously attended, so I was pleased to make a more personal connection with those behind this inspiring initiative.

Since then, I've enjoyed receiving Lynda's updates about Nyota's progress, lately through her blog written during a recent visit there. I was interested to read about the 'big girls' there -- 12 to 14-year-olds like my 'big girls' here. Their lives could hardly be more different -- yet Lynda's report says that the girls there get in trouble for not cleaning their rooms just like mine do! As my daughter and I consider a trip to Africa, we're thinking that Nyota will be on our list of destinations, as I can't think of anywhere she and I would rather spend our time. I bet she'd even help them clean their rooms.

For those of you in Canada, donations to Nyota can be made through Feed The Children. Funds go to provide for the kids' basic needs -- caring staff, meals, clothing, toys, health care and school fees -- items most of us take for granted that make a direct and important difference in the lives of these precious kids.

I hope to be back picking raspberries this summer -- the thought is a welcome diversion on this chilly morning. And maybe I'll be enjoying these kids in person the summer after that.