Today is Saturday, yesterday was the last day of school, the beginning of spring break. We didn’t have spring breaks when I was a kid, a day or two off for Easter was about it. Then our society changed from one in which we catered to adults and adulthood to a celebration, an almost worshipful reverence, of childhood. “What can we do for the children?” became our clarion call. And do for them we did. We wear ourselves out doing for them. Are we really doing them any favors? Probably not. They are as worn out as we are. But, now and then we see a turn to a new direction. Yes, we tell them, we will do for you, we will wear ourselves out doing for you, but we want you to do for someone else along the way.
Our church, McFarlin Memorial United Methodist Church in Norman, Oklahoma, like many others, has promoted missions. There was a time when we sent one or two people to various locales, sent them money, told them to be resourceful and try to do good wherever they were. We wanted them to do good for the local community they were serving, help lift them from poverty, feed them when they could, help them with their shelter and clothing. In the meantime, we wanted them to preach the gospel, the good news of Jesus. We still do mission work, but it has changed from that earlier format. Today, we send our people in larger numbers to work shorter periods of time in which they improve the physical lives of the people they are serving and share the gospel with them as well. We have sent mission groups all over the world and I do not see any reduction of this in the future. We have built houses, churches, hospitals, schools, sidewalks and parks. We have played with their kids, worked at hard labor for hours at a time, ate with the local people, shared their joys and concerns, laughed with them and wept with them. We have taught their kids in Vacation Bible Schools and shared the joy of Christ with them.
It would have been more economically efficient had we just sent the same amount of money we spent on these missions to the local field and hired local workers to do the same work. It would have provided an influx of capital into the local area which would have made a difference for a long time. But, we would not have had the same opportunities to interact with the local populace, both the children and their families. We would not have had the teaching opportunities. And, we would not have had the learning experience of service to others.
Our youth at church have been going to Mexico during spring break for several years. This is their 19th annual mission trip. A couple years ago, due to the unrest and lawlessness in Mexico, we quit crossing the border and limited our work to South Texas, around McAllen, Texas, one of the poorest regions in the United States. In Mexico, we built a school and many houses. The houses were simple structures, one room concrete block structures with tin roofs. While the houses were minimal and substandard by our standards, they were significantly better than the cardboard boxes families were often living in. Our children built these with their own hands. They did work they had no idea they could do. They experienced community plumbing and learned first-hand what it was to have to rely on outdoor privies. They shared the story of Jesus with the families and their children. They shared their supplies with the families and often the families shared their meager meals with the children. The children came home humbled, thankful for their blessings as they tearfully told of their experiences in working with less advantaged people.
This is the second year we have gone to South Texas. Our children have been subjected to Americans who do not have the benefits we have, but who clearly taught our children about gratitude and sharing. In South Texas we are repairing walls and painting, repairing plumbing and doing all those things necessary to make living a little easier for forgotten souls.
My son, Oliver, is in the 10th grade in school; this is his fourth year to go on this spring break mission. Two years in Mexico, doing work I had no idea he was able to do, and now two years in South Texas, again doing things I had no idea he was capable of. What a blessing he is to my old age.
Oliver has always been full of energy with a personality that challenged those who want the world to just go along. He was sent to the principal’s office 11 times during his kindergarten year and I am sure he would have been expelled from school for some of the things for which other kids merely got a slight reprimand. The last time he was sent to the office, I was called in to confer with the teacher and the principal. They couldn’t even remember what it was he had done that resulted in this office visit! He is a kid who wears his hair in a dyed Mohawk. He has pierced ears in a school where that just isn’t done. He thinks of himself as a political liberal in a community that celebrates their so-called conservativeness. He couldn’t care less about how he looks. He’s as smart as any kid I’ve ever known, but he doesn’t care about his grades. A common criticism from teachers is that he doesn’t do his work in class, he makes good grades on his tests, but his daily work (or lack thereof) brings his grades dangerously low. They readily admit he’s learning the subject, but he just isn’t doing the daily work. And, I wonder to myself, if he’s learning, the problem may be with the evaluation process.
My bottom line is that he’s a great kid. No one has ever said anything other than that he is a courteous and respectful young man (except his kindergarten teacher). He’s a great kid, but too many people have never given him a chance.
Our youth minister has always recognized the potential in him. He cultivated the talents he observed, and provided opportunities for him to both use the talents he has and develop more. He has worked hard with those people who have less than he has and he has always reported on his missions with a tender heart. This year, he has been made a team leader.
A week ago, he and another team leader came into our Sunday School class to speak about their upcoming mission. The difference in the two kids is the difference in expectation and hope, I expected Abe to do well while I hoped Oliver would do well. And, he did do well, far exceeding my expectations. In a large class that day of 65 older people, Oliver took the floor without notes and spoke from the heart. He never stammered and he never repeated himself. He spoke from the heart about his excitement about going again into this area to do this mission work. He hoped he would be reunited with the family he worked so hard for last year. He knew he was going to be doing basic carpentry work, dry wall and painting, to make the living quarters better for these people. I knew from past missions, and from knowing him, that if there were children in the home where he is working, and there will be, he will be spending part of his time making the lives of those children a little brighter. He is a team leader, it will be his responsibility to lead the team in getting their work done.
God bless him and his team. God bless McFarlin and the people they will be serving.
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