Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Friday, December 18, 2015

Wishing for Peace in our World: the Power of Listening

        Often those of us with a heart for social justice get excited over trying to answer questions. Questions like, "How can we help?" "What will have the greatest impact?" "Will our monetary resources be used properly?"  Some of the social, economical, and health problems we seek to address run deep and wide, and these may be worthy questions. 
     I attended "A Dinner of Hope" hosted in our community at Hide House on June 25th, 2015.  I entered the event with some fear in my heart.  I knew Kwizera Ministries was a US counterpart set up to support Solace Ministries in Rwanda.  I was afraid because genocide is a huge, terrible topic and I would be listening to a survivor tell his story.
     It's stories that can sear us to the core and ignite us to action.  Stories are a great and heavy gift to the listener.  You can never "unhear" as story.  Were these honest accounts from Rwanda in the mid 1990's something I was "ready" to hear?  Assuming I was "ready enough", I was afraid of feeling too small to make a difference.
     We have to listen to the stories.  It's the stories that transforms history to reality.  It bridges the "them" to "us". 
      That night I listened to Yves Nyamushanja tell of watching his community crumble as Tutsi people fled to churches for safety and came face to face with Hutu neighbors willing to slash and slaughter them. Hearing Yves recall a day when he, at age 12, was the only one to walk out of the church alive was wrenching.  
    Jean Gakwandi spoke next and I was amazed that he was present, as he is the original founder of Solace Ministries , established 1995.  He believes that "the first step of the healing process is to listen to survivors, comforting them".  At Solace Ministreies survivors are able to tell their stories  and listen to each other.  This itself is a  gift greater than material objects.  They received the gift of knowing they were not alone.  To paraphrase, Yves states that "without that , we would have gone crazy".  It's the stories that allow us to momentarily be with and be there for another person. 
        Jean points out that we need to listen vigilantly because history rewrites itself very quickly.  He states he is discouraged that the numbers of Tutsis murdered seems to shrink every year, as if 2 million dead is a travesty, but one million doesn't sound so bad.  When people get transformed from stories to numbers they lose their humanity.  The goal of Solace is to "become an alternative family for survivors, restoring their dignity and creating networks of support for individuals who are traumatized, lonely, poor, and desiring hope as they confront an uncertain future.
     How gracefully Jean and Yves answered my initial fears and questions!  We can help by listening. They affirmed that just seeing people in the US gathered for a dinner to support their community helps to validate and build self worth and hope.  Aren't those precious gifts?   Yes, we can also buy (super strong) coffee, beautiful woven baskets and colorful beaded necklaces.  But at the core of all missions is the restoration of humanity.  Let us carry this forward.
More information available:  www.kwizeraministries.org  and www.solacem.org

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Memories of Moms and Grandmas

I also wanted to share what my Mom and I read at my Grandma's Memorial Service in June so that it won't be lost..


Our Memories

As I write these memories, the lines blur between memories of my Grandma with family memories of moms and daughters.
I can see Grandma Irene offering my daughter Lucy a toy with a sweet intensity. For that moment they are lost in each others eyes. The kind smile she offers her great-grandaughter is one that has been shared with me and my cousins, as well as her own daughters and son.

Katy: I remember being 4 or 5 years old and licking the beaters offered by mom own mom as she recalls memories from her childhood.

Margie: I can still remember licking the spoon to taste the batter of Mom's Mazola cake, our first cake with oil rather than shortening.

Both: We remember dipping the bottom of a glass into sugar to press dough balls into cookies. And flouring the table to roll and cut Mom's sugar cookies.

Both: And your memories are mine, and mine are yours until they become our memories

Margie: I remember standing on a picnic table with Mom, as we listened to Roy Orbison at Summerfest. And our excitement of flying to New York City together to see Dione Warwick.

Both: We remember visiting the Polish craft booths and sampling foods together at folk fair.

Both: And your memories are my memories and mine are yours until they become ours

Katy: I remember counting deer out the window on our way to the Wisconsin Dells with Grandpa and Grandma.

Margie: I remember the long car ride to and hot summer of Hayward, Wisconsin with my family.

Margie: Do you remember having our Easter baskets and Easter meal blessed on Holy Saturday?

Both: Do you remember Grandma's pudding cake, and her Lamb Cake, and singing Happy Birthday to Jesus?

Both: And your memories are mine and mine are yours until they become ours

Katy: I remember magical moments in Grandma's piano room, surrounded by cousins and plants. I remember pricking my finger on Grandma's cactus that looked soft and fuzzy. And of sitting at the piano learning to sing a Christmas carol in Polish.

Margie: I remember how Mom sewed many of our clothes. I remember the soft velvet top and satin bottom of the special Christmas dresses she made for us.

Both: Through her hands, her heart, and her prayers Grandma/ Mom showed us her love.

Margie: Thank you Mom for bringing us an appreciation for the small things in life:
Reading a good book, playing a game of Yatzee, and enjoying Quality Fairy Food.

Katy: Thank you for a lifetime of memories. We love you and will miss you dearly.