outisde my window

this post is my stalling on the other post that i have been working on all week–it is regarding facebook and globalization and friendship.(and how easy it is to be consumed by consumer -culture in the west and forget about, you know, the rest of the world.)

it is taking longer to write than i thought–so here’s this for now, perhaps to serve as a pre-that-post-reminder.
a few weeks ago the woman who is in charge of mcc orientation, in akron PA, sent an email to my “class” from orientation–asking us what we see outside our window. i found it a prompt that was easy to write to–and so have included my response below. or course, it includes pictures. because-this is me.

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dear n,

about an hour ago when i opened this reply-window to reply to your now weeks old email there was a group of primary school children running by–doing their afternoon physical education. they sing as they run—at around 4:00 every school day. its one of my daily highlights.
sometimes i want to just go run with them.

the view out my office window

usually i hear the women and babies waiting in line for their WFP allotments just a few yards from my office–they line up, their jerrycans making that sound that only plastic against plastic can, and the sound of chatting women (the same in every culture) wafts through my open window– i often wonder what they are talking about while they are waiting for their share of sorghum flour and USAID oil.

there is also a clinic just next to the food distribution point–currently there is a baby crying, who has been crying for about 15 minutes now. i usually just pray these occurrences are because which ever baby is currently crying just got a shot, or just wants to be handed back to its mother.

i suspect that is not the case, however.

usaid oil can

HIV/AIDS has come to karamoja care of the [local] army–so the number of people living at the clinic are hoping for ways to have ARVs.

a lot of them come into my office at the diocese to ask for help.
help for medicine.
to put their kids in school.
to buy something to eat.

sometimes the language barrier is too great for either of us and a mother will sit in my chair for thirty minutes–we sit in silence–usually both of us end up looking out the window.

the chair in question

regardless of my inability to converse or help, i am usually thanked by whomever has come to sit in my chair–

and i wonder about this
and try not to cry
as i watch them through my window wander back to the clinic
just outside my window.

there is no snow on the ground here–its sandy and dry. and hot. sometimes there are guinea foul outside my window, or a goat. i prefer the goats- they aren’t as loud.

while i do miss snow, and friends and family… and as difficult as it may be, i also love what is outside my window.

peace to you,
thera

at my desk

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2 thoughts on “outisde my window

  1. You look as tired as I feel. I think you and I are seeing much of the same things but at different levels. As i look out my window, I see cars and an empty State Fair camp ground site. I always wonder as I watch the cars where they are going in such a hurry. The empty grounds reminds me of the people that try to enjoy a moment in time. The poverty that you see people expeirence there is different yet similiar to the poverty (I am not sure this is the term I am looking for.) I see in the US. I take 18 year old students who have moved out because truefully it is a better option than the “house” they have been a part of to the Division of Social Services for medical care and food stamps. It is just enough to get them started. I see drugs increasing which always amazes me that there is no money for daily expenses but always away to not feel or see what is happening outside or inside their window. I wonder in what direction many of the students and cars are headed in the future…how will this play out in both our lives…can I truly influence the direction or comfort the students who enter my door to sit in my chair. I pray daily that God will give me the sight, guidance, and understanding for those so different but who do not realize that those so far away have to walk farther, speak a different language, miss an education, etc for opportunities that are so easy to access if they would just try.

  2. you’re right, what a different view from akron, pa. is there hope out your window as well?

    i think i may be spoiled because outside of my window is a country racked with poverty, but brimming with hope & optimism as peace settles (unsteady though it may be) & takes root.

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