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Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Because I've experienced this love, I can love others



In Christ Alone lyrics
Songwriters: Getty, Julian Keith; Townend, Stuart Richard;

In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm

What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand...

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From a life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny

No power of hell, no scheme of man
Could ever pluck me from His hand
'Til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I stand


What inspires you? On those horrible, no good, very bad days - what keeps you going?

Just Sheri, a life changed by the love of another

Monday, November 01, 2010

Everyday Heroes: giving a homeless man diginity

Over a year ago I had an idea to share stories of normal people engaging in acts of kindness. I called it "Everyday Heroes."  I wanted to draw attention to kindness because I believe that is what changes the world. I haven't been on the lookout for such kindness lately. But, a story was shared with me last week that reminded me how important this is. So, I am resuming the blog series and here is the second installment. If you experience random acts of kindness in your life, do share. I'd love to highlight them here.

Monday I was leaving work and a tall black homeless man was walking down the street. I recognized him from the Homeless Veterans Stand Down. Last time I seen him he was not homeless. This time he looked very down and out. He admitted that he was kicked out of his home and returned to using drugs (crack) and alcohol. He did not look good, his skin was really dark, his hands were rough and tathered from living out doors. He even said he felt like his hands were monkey hands and he could not look at him self in the mirror. I offered to give him a ride to a NA or AA meeting but he refused because of his appearance and smell. He said "look at me, I look terrible and have'nt bathed in two months." He turned around and the butt of his pants were completely ripped out and stained with mud and grime. I told him he could not be walking around looking like that even if he was homeless. So I convinced him to get in my car and I took him shopping at my favorite thrift store. He was in tears and could not understand why I was helping him. We found two pair of jeans, a new coat and a light jacket for warmer days. All for $20.00 bucks. It was a wonderful experience for both of us. Not just anyone would of picked this man up off the streets and even the store clerk and off-duty officer asked if everything was OK. We both walked in, me in my dress clothes from work and he in his torn up street clothes. He talked about how ashamed he was and I just encouraged him to be proud to be alive and to be given a fresh opportunity. Nothing really matters from the past but you can change today and if tomorrow comes you can do something different then as well. I still could not convince him to go to a meeting but he did tell me he had a treatment bed on Monday. I dropped him off at the local Quick Trip gave him $10.00 to last the weekend for food. With his dumpster diving and $10.00 he should make it. I made him promise not to spend my money on drugs and alcohol. Before he departed I asked him if we could pray together. I grabbed and held his callused hands and we prayed and we cried. He said I was an angel. "No Joseph, I am no angel but I beleive God put us together today for a reason and I am grateful." is all I said. I admitted to him my share of mistakes and he was quite surprised. We had something in common, family and personal battles with alcohol. I left him at Quick Trip on the steps in tears. He blew me a kiss and said he loved me and I just waved and said be safe out here.


I love this story. A simple act of kindness - a $30 and 40-minute investment in the life of another. And not just any other, but one who we encounter daily and usually just walk past trying not to make eye contact.

Will you help me be on the lookout for random acts of kindness? If you experience one. I'd love to know about it.

Just Sheri, inspired by someones willingness to serve another

Friday, October 29, 2010

What would you do for love?

When I was growing up my dad used to correct me when I would casually use the word "hate."  I hate that movie. I hate that school subject. I hate those clothes.

Using this word would spark the same response, "Hate is a strong word. You shouldn't use it unless you mean it." Now I understand the wisdom of his words, but today I would like to apply it to the antithesis of hate...and that is love.

We often say things like "I love that show...I love that color...I love those shoes."

In Southern Africa, it is common for a young man to say to a woman on the street that he finds attractive "I love you."  This happens between complete strangers as an introduction. This has happened to me a couple of times in Mozambique. I wasn't sure if I should be flattered that a young man found an old married woman attractive? Or, if I should be offended that such important words were used in such a cavalier way?

Today, I am making an announcement that reduces me to tears (even as I try to type on a blurry screen).

I quit my job.

Yup, I am leaving work that I love, with people that I love and a worthy cause that I would love to devote my life to. Why would I do such a thing? What is my motivation?

There is a family in America that I love more. Right now they need me. Someone else can be Country Director of Mozambique - there are many somebodies who can do the job.

But, there is a mother in the US who is suffering from crippling pain and has been diagnosed with an incurable disease, treatment isn't working, so the doctors continue to test her for other incurable and some degenerating diseases. There are three children that I have watched grow from when they were much younger, whom I love as much as if they had come from my own body. This family needs me. They have asked for my help and I will gladly give what I have. All I have is me, my presence in their everyday lives during this crisis. There are not a lot of somebodies who can walk in to that home and provide this service. I am uniquely qualified for this job and I accept it with a grateful heart. Why? Because of love.

This role does not come with a paycheck attached. It does not come with a fancy title. To be perfectly clear, we are making another cross-continent move, with no secured income, no home, no automobile, very little furniture, and a whole lot of uncertainty - we are doing this for one reason only. LOVE!

Last night I received word that a bad situation took a turn for the worst. I am going to do everything in my power to get there. Today, I am making the announcement to the team in Mozambique that we are leaving and soon.

None of this is easy. Nothing is assured. But, I have learned through this situation (and really the events of the past 16 months) that love is a strong word and we shouldn't say it unless we mean it.

What would you do for love?

Just Sheri, trying to walk it out

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Declaration of Financial Independence

In honor of election season I thought I would write a semi-political post. I am a fiscal conservative that believes in helping the needy. I know the two are often considered mutually exclusive. One political party likes to claim one of these ideals over another. I have never fully understood this as I don't see the two as opposites, but rather they are both worthy pursuits.

The two can co-exist - I believe I am proof of this fact. However, my approach is (voluntary) individual sacrifice for the good of the whole at a household level, rather than a national level (which ends up being compulsary through taxation). I think that system assumes the worst about people - that if given the chance we would choose not to be generous. I choose to assume that everyone wants to make a difference in the world, some are just waiting for the right opportunity to act.

My financial institution recently sent out a challenge called the Declaration of Financial Independence. What is that? I copied it below. I signed it. It is something I believe and try to live.

1.We will spend less than we earn. Saving a little out of every dollar we bring home is the foundation of independence. Without it, we can't build equity in our home, we can't invest for the future, and we can't be ready for challenging times.

2.We will use our home as a savings account. Besides shelter and comfort for our family, the role of a house in our financial life is to build equity. We will have a healthy down payment when we buy. We'll choose the mortgage that lets us pay down the principal fastest. And then we'll leave that equity safe where it is instead of spending it on things that don't last.

3.We will take care of our money. It's not enough to have money in a bank. We will put it where it will grow. We'll keep track of it. And we'll check every account we have every year to protect ourselves against fraud or escheatment.

4.We will defend our credit worthiness. Good credit is going to be precious in the years to come. We will pay our bills on time. We'll borrow only when we need to and in amounts we can comfortably pay back. And then we'll do just that.

5.We will ignore unsolicited credit card marketing. We decide when we need a credit card, not some marketer. And mostly, we probably don't need another one at all. We won't even open those solicitations. We'll shred them.

6.We will know the cost of borrowing. The interest lenders charge us is real money, too. When we buy a mortgage or finance a purchase, we'll figure out what that interest is really going to cost in dollars, add it to the purchase price, and ask ourselves if it's still worth it.

7. We will invest for the long term. Futures are built out of patience and prudence, not luck. We will not put off being a saver because we think there's a lottery win in our future, in Vegas or on Wall Street.

8.We will take care of the things we have. We work hard for our money, and it's disrespectful to waste it - or the planet - by treating our possessions as disposable.

9.We will remember what matters. We are not the things we own. If we have to spend and spend on bigger, more impressive things to keep up with our friends, then they are not our friends at all.

I would have been excited to see a political leader stand up and challenge America to do these things in the last political election - rather than the talk of bail outs (which turned in to exactly what I expected - increased deficits and little to show for it). If every American could commit to this - we could have avoided the recession we experienced or could be climbing out by now. This is a challenge to think long-term. To live values. To be responsible. These are good and prudent practices that ultimately benefit everyone. The more money I have in my pocket, the more money I have to give to those in need - rather than pay interest on my debt.

There is a final declaration...

10.We will be heard. Our representatives in government and the corporations we deal with need to know that we are paying attention. If we're silent, we're accepting the status quo, and the business practices that got our country into this situation will continue. We are not going to accept that.

If deficit spending doesn't work in my personal budget, why would it be a good idea on a national level? It's not. Just like the large homes that were bought and then lost to forclosure - some day the bill is going to come due. We will pay. And I am quite sure as a nation we have not done an adequate job assessing the cost of our borrowing.

Will you agree to this declaration? Why or why not?

Sheri

P.S. I have posted about this before - you can read those posts here, here, and here.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

no pockets: a challenge of women's clothing

As a woman I have often wondered why our clothes can be so impractical. Certain shoes and skirts make it difficult (and possibly painful) to get around. One of my pet peeves about women's clothing is the lack of pockets. What is up with that? It can be an incredible inconvenience!

This isn't just a problem in the culture I come from. It seems to be a universal problem. In Mozambique, the women usually wear long skirts called capulanas (cop-oo-lawn-a-sh). Generally, it is just a long piece of brightly colored fabric wrapped around the waste. The women in the rural areas do everything in their capulanas, including farming.

On a recent visit to one of our provinces I noticed the women had come up with a unique solution to the no pockets dilemma - where to keep their cell phone? Wrap it in the capulana. Notice the rectangular bulge around their waist.
In case you are wondering, cell phones are VERY common in rural areas of the developing world. These women solved an age old dilemma (no pockets) in order to carry their modern technology (cell phones).

Women, do you hear me on this no pockets thing? Where do you stash things when you don't want to carry a handbag?

Sheri