Friday, July 11, 2008

Slowing Down

Hi everyone! Nichole here. It’s been a little while since I’ve written one of these, so I thought I would talk to you about some of the things God has been showing me about the every day Jamaican life, especially the life of the women here.


At times, Jamaican women here can be unfortunately much neglected. Many feel especially threatened by the American women that come down, since a lot of Jamaican guys are often more interested in talking to us. When I’ve come down here for week trips in the past, I always remember feeling extremely awkward in the presence of the girls. There are a lot of awkward silences, which often times make me feel uncomfortable. One thing that I have grown to realize, though, is that the lack of conversation is okay, it’s simply a part of the culture down here. The more time I spend in Harmons and with the people here, the more I understand that their lives are fairly different from ours.


I feel like in the States everyone is always moving, always rushing, always busy, always completing their to-do lists. In Jamaica, if you don’t work, there really isn’t any busy work to do during the day. When I ask my friends what they do when there’s no team down here, the response is usually “nothing” or “just stay at home.” As I’ve spent more and more time just visiting the women and spending time with them, I have started thinking about how the women I know from home would survive in a world like Harmons. The day of a Jamaican female usually begins early in the morning. For those that have families, they usually spend time cooking. Otherwise, there is often cleaning and laundry to do. Time is then spent walking to a friend’s house to sit and talk or help with their laundry. Sometimes they’ll watch a movie or take a nap. Even when sitting together there is a lot of silence and time spent being in the presence of someone else. I don’t think many Americans would deal well with having nothing to do the majority of the time.


However, being able to experience this slow-moving life has been a blessing in disguise. While at times I feel like if I just sit and watch the clouds go by with another Jamaican I might go slightly crazy, I have learned to appreciate that time as fellowship. God has been showing me that in those moments of silence with no distractions and no list of things to get done is when He works the most. There’s no telling how God will use me to show His love to others just by existing and doing life with them and slowing down enough to simply sit with them and demonstrate that they are important. I feel that spending my time with them is a great way to show how much I care.


This summer has given me a chance to reduce the speed of my life and be thankful for moments to just live with others. The difference in culture has taken some time to get used to, but I’m finally beginning to understand that we were not created to be so busy that we can’t stop and talk with our neighbors or help out a friend. Doing life with others is often more important than cramming it with meetings and schedules. It can get dangerous when I’m too busy to notice the opportunities God gives me to build relationships with others. Hopefully I will be able to take this “Type-B” personality home with me and continue to value people over lists.


One last thought to ponder comes from a book that our staff is reading together called “Chasing Daylight,” by Erwin Raphael McManus. The first chapter of this book focuses on the importance of a moment and how we shouldn’t underestimate the power of what God can do in one. He writes, “One of the Greek words from which we get the English word moment is atomos. You can easily see that the words atom and atomic come from atomos. This is the perfect picture of what is hidden in a moment. The image of an atom reminds us of how easily we could miss a moment or even underestimate it… At the same time, we have the image of the atomic hidden in the moment… When you seize divine moments, you instigate an atomic reaction. You become a human catalyst creating a divine impact.”


I’m excited to see how God will use us in this culture of “no problem, mon” to create divine impacts for His glory throughout the rest of the time we have here.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Crazy Taxi


Well hello everyone! This is Justin. I am pleased to announce that after a long and gruesome battle with technology, I am victorious. Kind of. After many tries, the Infirmary video is FINALLY posted without skipping. It is probably my favorite one of the summer, so be sure to check it out. The Extreme Home Makeover video is up and two of the three parts don’t skip. Unfortunately, that is how it is going to have to be. So, I apologize for the inconvenience there, but enjoy the videos how they are. You can find the link to the right of this blog page or just click here. This week, we are going to make a video describing our weekly experiences in Ocho Rios. Should be fun!


I have a short story to tell you for the day. On Monday, while half of the summer staff was in Montego Bay picking up our team for the week, Seth and I took two Jamaicans, John and Neal (Fridgy) into town. They both love pizza and we pretty much had the day off, so we decided to take them for a feast at Dominoes. We took Creamy’s bus for most of the trip there, and then walked about three miles until we arrived. When Neal took his first bite of pizza his words were, “God Bless America.” I thought that was pretty funny.


The real story comes when we were ready to leave to go back to Harmons. We went to the taxi station and hopped in a taxi. The taxis in Jamaica are pretty small. Definitely smaller than in the States. It was Seth, John, and I in the back seat and Fridgy in the front seat. To me, the stupid American, this seemed like a pretty full taxi. We drove about 100 yards and the taxi stopped and talked to a lady outside of the backseat window. She said she needed a ride to Porus, which is where we were going. Let’s just say this lady was not skinny by any means. In fact, she was probably the biggest Jamaican I had ever seen, other than Sean Kingston. So you can probably guess what happens next. The driver asks John to move up in his seat, so he is practically straddling the middle console of the front seat and Seth and I get squished up against the window as we drive our 10 mile adventure to Porus.


When we finally reach Porus, and I can finally breathe, we get out to go to another taxi station to go from Porus to Harmons. In Jamaica, taxis are like subways. You can’t just go anywhere in the taxi. The all have limitations to their destinations. So we get to the station from Porus to Harmons and there is only one taxi, which appears to be full. In the back seat is a mother with her three kids and in the front seat is a pregnant woman. Remember, these taxis are small. I think to myself, “Okay, we'll have to wait until another taxi comes.” But, the stupid American was wrong again. Before I know it, I am in the taxi with a random Jamaican boy in my lap, another random kid next to me, followed by her mother, with her child on her lap, and then Seth, smashed against the window. And that’s just the back seat. In the front was Fridgy with his arm around the pregnant girl in the passenger seat.(John stayed in Porus to do some errands. Thank you Jesus.) And we continued on to Harmons.


This experience just opened my eyes to the culture differences here in Jamaica. Can you imagine getting into a taxi, throwing some random person’s kid on your lap or putting your arm around a pregnant woman in the front seat, and continuing on your way as if nothing was going on? Well a few days ago, I would have said no too. But I think I will try it when I get home. Just kidding. Once was enough.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Insight to John's Life.!


Name – John Terrana


Age - 23


Hometown – New Kensington, PA


High School – Kiski Area High School


College – Duquesne University Graduate/ Marymount University


Major – PSYCHE!


Hobbies – Drumming, fishing, swimming, playing games


Favorite Color – Green


Favorite Sports Team – Pittsburgh Penguins and Dallas Cowboys


Favorite Books – The B-I-B-L-E, Unquenchable Worshipper, Blue Like Jazz, Mere Christianity, LOTR


Favorite TV Show – M*A*S*H, McGyver, Bob Ross


Favorite Food – Food is good


Favorite Jamaican Food – Bag Juice, Jerk Chicken, Pineapple, Grapefruit, Oranges, Mangos, Tangerines, Cashews, Calaloo, Coconuts


Favorite Music – lots!!1!


Favorite day of the week and why – Sunday because we get to go to Ochi


Favorite Board Game – Dark Tower


Favorite Number - 7


Biggest Dream – World Peace.


My job in Jamaica – Co-Work Site Coordinator with Tim. Having a blast.


Biggest thing I have learned lately – You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you might find you get what you need.