Monday, 27 February 2012

Visiting a slum church...

Yesterday was pretty exhausting. I was exhausted physically, spiritually, mentally but mostly emotionally. I had the amazing privileged to visit a local church but the church was in a major slum area. I was out of my comfort zone completely as I 'stood out'. I hate standing out and prefer to mix and bled in when at all possible. We stood out because we are a lot taller than most Philippinos, we were dressed in basic clothes (but they were still of better quality than the locals), our skin is sooooo white, basically we just look very different and VERY rich! 
We travelled to the church firstly in a Jeepney (local bus...very old and very colourful) and then in a motorbike and side cart. When we got out of the Jeepney at the stop, it was at a cross roads of a crazy busy junction. We automatically had lot's of people running towards us shouting taxt taxi? I think we were the entertainment of the day. We eventually got into two motorbike/side cart things and carried on with our journey. We then arrived at the slum. We walked for about 10 minutes (it felt a lot longer) through the 'streets' (they were very small alley ways) of the slums to get to the church. There were people everywhere talking to us in the local language. I don't like it when I can't understand them. There was rubbish everywhere, the smell was intense and all I could see was people in need. Thankfully we had a local with us who was leading us to the church. We would never have found it and I actually don't think I would have found my way out again!
I enjoyed the service. It's amazing that these people are from a completely different country and culture to me but we still had an automatic bond. I feel it every time I visit a church. It's the simple fact that we have the same Father, Lord and Saviour. It's an amazing non spoken understanding. These people are my christian brothers and sisters. We had a beautiful feast of local food after the service. They have nothing and still want to give everything. It blows my mind! I must admit that I was hesitant about eating the food. But I just prayed harder that God would bless it to my stomach...and He did! I haven't been ill :-) Score!
The pastor then asked us if he could show us around the local area. We said yes. My initial thought was that what I was about to see couldn't be any worse than what I had seen. I was wrong! We went to an area where the whole 'village' was on stilts on the river. It was a cardboard village on bamboo stilts. The walk ways were pieces of old damp wood and board, the houses weren't any better, small, damp, dark. There was people everywhere, some working, children playing. Just getting on with their lives. I was so scared that I was going to fall through the boards and into the rubbish in the water underneath. It is very possible that some of the church members live here. If not here, they would be living in the slum area on land.
I felt/still feel so helpless and know that I can't do anything to magically improve this situation. The simple fact and truth is, the majority of people in the world live like this. On the ship we have teams of people going to help in areas but we can't perform a miracle, which is what this situation needs. We help now, but we will be leaving again soon. I really don't know what the answer is.
I am now finding that my heart seems to be protecting itself from sights like this. I am shocked at the time and emotionally drained, but now I seem to be moving on. I don't know if that is right or wrong.
Today was a greatly needed relaxing day off. It included extra sleep, coffee and a treat in a mall, a trip to the local hospital to try and get some medication for the ships clinic and then dinner on the ship followed by a film with great friends.


Photos of the slum.
These first two pictures are of the walkways. 


 

Somebody's house
 A child just above the water
 It really is another world

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Our rubbish is now their home....literally!

A story we were told when we left Cebu.
When the ship was in Cebu, we received three big containers of stock. All the stock arrived on pallets and these pallets were just going to be thrown out.
I think someone (a local) then asked the ship for permission to take the pallets, which we said yes. We didn't need them. These locals then turned the pallets into a home for a family. Amazing :-) 

Here are some photos we have been sent.

It really is amazing. I know that this may look to some of us like a 'shed'. But this is a home where a family can lay their heads and rest. I have come across so many people who are literally living on the streets. It makes me happy to know that there may be one less family on the streets.

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Random things happen on the LH, whether they are planned or not!

So life on the Logos Hope is fun, as random things can happen whether they are planned or not.

During the weekend just gone, we felt the earth move as the Philippines was hit by an earthquake. Thankfully all the ship crew are fine and nobody got physically injured. But there have been many varied experiences shared, as friends were in different places when it happened. I was on the ship and so didn't feel all that much at all! The ship did move. But for me, it felt a like mixture between the engines being tested and sailing! I am happy that I didn't see walls and floors move. That would have probably freaked me out :-) So that was an unplanned random activity!

Today I experienced and helped with a planned random activity! I say random as 'normal' people don't do things like this! Today was the day when the new recruits who are just joining the ship for their two year commitment (I was tempted to write 'sentence' then ;-)) got to carry out their Basic Safety water training. They have to learn many skills such as: how to enter a life raft, how to flip a life raft, how to make your trousers into a life jacket, how to enter the water safely from a great height while wearing a life jacket and how to keep warm in the water. These are skills we need to know when living on a ship.

Above is a photograph of people learning how to flip a raft over. It's really hard!!




And this is what a life raft looks like the right way around. 
The children thought it looked like a tent boat!


Today, I got to show some of the new children who are just joining the ship, how to wear their life jackets and move around in the water etc.

We did have lot's of fun :-) but I do pray that we never need to use these skills for a real emergency!

Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Watering seeds and knowing God is Faithful

Living the life that I do, on God's ship in different places of the world, I have wondered at times how He uses us as a ministry and actually how He uses or has used me for His plan. I try to be ready for Him (when I remember) to use me when and as He wants.. But I also never feel that He has told me specifically to speak to certain people. I generally just talk to anyone who wants to talk and try to be open and honest about my walk in life and God. 
When we travel to the different ports, we hear so much about the fruit that the Doulos (the previous sister ship) has left. This is soooooo good to hear. But we rarely hear about stories that has happened right there and then. I know that this is OK. I trust that God is using us, as He wants, to further His kingdom. But the curious side of me has wondered at times how God has used me? The thing is, I know that He doesn't even need to use us...but for some reason, He does use us!

I was so encouraged by a message that a friend left for me on Facebook recently that I wanted to share it with you. This isn't just some random story from some random friend of a friend of a friend. This actually happened to a very good friend of mine. This is how God used her to further His kingdom. She isn't sharing it to be boastful, she shared this with me to encourage me, which is why I want to share it with you. I asked for her permission to share with you.


This is her story. It happened at the end of 2011 and she was volunteering at her local Hospice.

 God is Faithful.

The volunteer who just finished her shift before mine suggested that I go and sit with Tom. Tom was 20 years old, he was in the hospice because his family decided to turn off the life support machine that he had been connected to after taking a drug overdose a week previously.
Tom was meant to die as soon as they turned off the machine. His family said goodbye to him.
However he began to breathe on his own; the doctors transferred him to the hospice where he could spend his last few hours before he died. Tom was medically brain dead; he showed no signs of brain activity and the doctors stated that he was unresponsive; therefore his family decided it best for him to die as they felt that he would not want to remain alive “as a vegetable”.

So… I went into Tom’s room. He looked like a regular 20 year old just lying on a bed sleeping. I began to talk to him and pray for him. He did not seem to respond. A siren started outside in the street and he immediately opened his eyes then closed them again. This I found strange, so I began to ask him to do things to show that he could hear me. I asked him to swallow, he did, I asked him to blink, he did. I told the nurses but they told me it was a coincidence and these were involuntary movements.

I moved Tom’s arm from being on his stomach onto the bed, I left the room and no one else entered and when I went back in his arm was back on his stomach. I told him that if he was able to move his body he needed to show me, I told him to move his arm back and put it back on the bed. Instead he lifted up his arm and held it in the air for several seconds. At this point I was convinced he could hear me. I told the nurses, however they kept saying “there’s nothing we can do, his family do not want to be contacted until he is dead, and we are unable to give him food or water as the doctors will not allow it.”

After 3 hours, I told Tom I needed to leave, immediately his eyes opened and he began to panic, breathing very quickly and heavily, with a look of fear on his face. I told him about the love of God and how he sent Jesus to pay the penalty for our sins, I told him he could talk to Jesus and Jesus would hear him.

Tom was dying, he was alone, his family did not wish to see him in this state. Tom was given no food or water and would eventually die of thirst and hunger.

After being at the hospice I visited some friends and told them about this unethical situation, my friend Andrew decided that he wanted to do something about this. Although patient information is confidential, I broke this confidentiality and told Andrew his name and which room he was in. The following morning Andrew went to the hospice to visit Tom.

Andrew entered his room and a really small old woman walked in behind him. She reached up and grabbed his hand and said, “ohhhh I am so thankful you have come to visit!”
She then walked to Tom’s bedside, grabbed his face with two hands and said, “Tom! You are so beautiful and handsome! Your friend is here to see you!” Then she turned to Andrew again and said, “We have been praying for God’s mercy. Thank you so much for coming”. Then she left.
Andrew pulled up a chair and sat down beside Tom. His eyes were wide open and staring straight into Andrew’s. Andrew described feeling intimidated.
He introduced himself, “Ummmm…. I’m Andrew – you don’t know me obviously. Nope I’m not an angel if that’s what you’re thinking.” (He was trying to break the ice with someone who couldn’t speak).
Andrew shared who he was and why he was there – To tell him about Jesus.
Andrew wanted to know if he could hear/respond to him, so he started with the one blink/two blink method. He explained to him 1 blink = no and 2 blinks = yes.
“Are you Tom?” – 2 blinks.
He played a song on his phone “Do you like this song?” – 2 blinks.
He changed the song “Do you like this song?” – 1 blink.
It seemed like every time Andrew would ask him something; he would have an internal struggle to communicate back. He would ask if he could squeeze his hand and Tom wouldn’t be able to do it, but Andrew could see his neck muscles tightening and twisting as he fought to do it.
Andrew grabbed his hand and started massaging it. It was burning hot.
Andrew said, “Well Tom, I’m here to tell you there is a God who absolutely loves you and is here with us now. I’m not sure if you’ve ever read or heard anything about the bible, but I’m going to read some chapters to you and tell you about Jesus. To be honest you don’t really have a choice – sorry about that…”
Andrew started reading from the bible Ephesians 2:1, “As for you, you were dead in your transgressions and sins….” Andrew paused and thought…“maybe this is a bad idea. Oh well – keep reading.”
He read to Tom that, “it is by grace you have been saved, through faith – and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God – not works, so that no one can boast (Eph 2:8)”
He then skipped to the end of Matthew and read about Jesus on the cross. He spent time explaining the Old Testament, how people used to make sacrifices as payment to God for their sins – but then he sent His son Jesus to be final sacrifice for all sins. He explained the story of Phillip and the Ethiopian – where the Ethiopian couldn’t understand the book of Isaiah until Phillip explained it to him. Andrew knew he wasn’t just supposed to just read the bible to Tom, but was suppose to explain it to him. Andrew felt totally empowered by the Holy Spirit at this moment and felt a wealth of wisdom in explaining scripture.
Andrew asked Tom, “Do you want me to keep reading?”
2 blinks.
“Ok”.
Eventually He was done reading the book of Matthew closed his bible and said, “Ok bro, it’s decision time.”
“Just like the man who was crucified on the cross next to Jesus, you can make a decision in your final moments of life to believe in Him. So what do you say? Do you want to accept Jesus as the final payment of your sins?”
2 blinks.
“Um, I’m not sure if that was a ‘yes’ or whether you just maybe had something in your eye so I’ll ask again, do you want to put your faith in Jesus as the final payment of your sins?”
2 blinks.
“Ok. The bible says if you confess with your tongue and believe in your heart, then you will be saved – but to be honest I don’t think God is too worried about your tongue right now….so maybe just pray in your heart and tell Jesus you believe.”
The second Andrew finished the sentence, a nurse walked in and said, “I just need to give him something to make him feel better.”
She put a needle in his arm and he instantly fell asleep.
Andrew picked up his coat and headed out, praising God that he had just witnessed Him save this young man from eternity in hell.

Tom died a few days later and now he is with Jesus - His saviour who he had met a few days before dying. The intensity of the love of God for mankind is overwhelming and his mercy and desire to save the lost is beyond comprehension.
Tom gave his life to Jesus at 12.45pm, Andrew’s wife and I spent the previous hour interceding for his soul. At the same time he gave his life to Jesus we felt the burden of prayer lifted and only afterwards found out that it was at this same time that he was saved.

God’s plan and mercy continued…. A week later I was invited to a Gideon’s dinner (the bible people) at someones house. After the meal the official Gideons went round testifying of what God had done as a result of them handing out bibles. Many of the Gideons were 70+; there was a younger Indonesian man (40 ish) who had recently become a Gideon. When it was his turn to talk, he started by saying, “I do not have a testimony yet of God doing anything with the bibles I handed out, however I am excited for when God will use me”. Just as it appeared that he was finished, he added, “Around 3 weeks ago I gave a bible to my 20 year old neighbour, we talked a little bit about God and he seemed somewhat open to God, however a week after giving him the bible he overdosed on some drugs and died.” He said that this has been troubling him for sometime. As I was hearing this I began to cry, knowing that this was the same guy that gave his life to Jesus before he died. I discreetly asked the Indonesian man to come out of the room that we were all sat in, and then had the privilege of telling him that Tom had given his life to Jesus before he died. The Indonesian man cried, and was speechless. He did not know what else to do other than praise God.
The word of God does not return void, and God waters the seeds that we sow, we need only to be obedient and God is faithful and He will do the rest.
This situation was a massive injustice with Tom dying, and what satan meant for bad in having him die, God had the final say and saved his soul for eternity.
This has blown my mind with the intensity of God’s love, faithfulness and mercy. He hears our prayers and answers; this is for sure, and he works in ways that we may not know or understand until Heaven.
I look forward to meeting Tom again in Heaven, where we will marvel at the amazing love and mercy of our Saviour.
Wow.


Be encouraged and see how God is working. We might not always see the fruit of our work but rest assured that He is working and sometimes He even uses us!

Friday, 27 January 2012

Famous Quotes


As I said in my earlier post, we are starting to go through a changeover period again on the ship. When this happens, people hand around their memory books for people to write in. So that we can look back on our time on the ship and remember the people who have impacted our lives.
A friend asked me to sign hers recently, but asked me to put in my favourite quotes from famous people. There are one or two quotes that I like but I never remember who wrote them. So I looked them up on the internet and found ones that I knew and ones that I didn't know. There were some really good ones from people in all walks of life. I enjoyed the search.

I want to share some with you, which stood out for me.

If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain. - Dolly Parton

Children are the world's most valuable resource and its best hope for the future. - John F. Kennedy

To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance. - Oscar Wilde

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. - Oscar Wilde

It ain't those parts of the Bible that I can't understand that bother me, it's the parts that I do understand. - Mark Twain

I really liked the last couple of quotes. “Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future”. It reminds me that the people who I think have it sorted and are perfect and really are saint like....are really just like me...the sinner who happens to have a future!
And for me, the Mark Twin quote is just so true!
 




Monday, 23 January 2012

Seasons

Today, I would like to walk in the Lake District and just breathe cool fresh air.


Don't get me wrong, I love ship life and the opportunities I have here. But every so often I just want a different kind of air. 
I saw some photos the other day of the UK in autumn. It reminded me how beautiful the different seasons are. I miss seasons. My favourite seasons are Spring and Autumn. I love the changes in colours that nature offers. 
On the ship we are about to go through a different season, where a large group of people leave the ship and another large group will join. It never gets any easier to say goodbye but I am also excited to see who will join us.
There is a time for everything.

Ecclesiastes 3

A Time for Everything
 1 For everything there is a season,
      a time for every activity under heaven.
 2 A time to be born and a time to die.
      A time to plant and a time to harvest.
 3 A time to kill and a time to heal.
      A time to tear down and a time to build up.
 4 A time to cry and a time to laugh.
      A time to grieve and a time to dance.
 5 A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
      A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
 6 A time to search and a time to quit searching.
      A time to keep and a time to throw away.
 7 A time to tear and a time to mend.
      A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
 8 A time to love and a time to hate.
      A time for war and a time for peace.


In time, I will walk again in the Lake District...and probably wish I was in the heat of whichever country the ship is in :-)

Thursday, 5 January 2012

It is one year ago today since we were sailing down the Red Sea, through the Gulf of Aden being chased by pirates!



Ok, so we have come to realise that sometimes I get to say random amazing things like:

(Taken from my FB page this past month)
- For these next six hours I will be in a different year to my family and friends in the UK! You can't say that many times in a life time!!
- It is the last day of school today and we are going on a visit to the Singapore Zoo. Now that's what I call a field trip ;-)
- I was reminded tonight that I am part of the most AMAZING ministry in this world! :-)
- Woah....this ship is rolling tonight.... Still, I think it's amazing how we have internet in the middle of the ocean....granted it's limited, it's still pretty cool! :D

Well today is another one of those occasions. It is one year ago today since we were sailing down the Red Sea, through the Gulf of Aden being chased by pirates! I am so thankful that the God who protected me and sustained me then, still looks out for me now!
I can honestly say that I have never felt 'scared' on this ship. There are times when I have felt a little uncomfortable, like with the pirate situation, or because I was going to speak at a Church in a muslim nation where there were possibly spies or secret police in the service waiting for you (me) to say something against their religion, which they could then have you (still me ;-)) put in prison, for a long time. In these kind of situations I have not been able to do anything in my own strength to make it go away.....What I have had to do, is to push further into God. When I have been taken out of my capability zone and not been able to do anything to make it 'right', it has pushed me to trust my Lord and Saviour on a higher level to come through for me, and he always has!
I am not going to go into either story now but do ask me if you ever want to know.
These situations were real. With the pirate one, we sent out a distress call to the Navy ship that was closest to us and they released their helicopter to give us air support. It took me 9 months to tell my family about it. I wanted to tell them in person so that they knew for sure everything was fine. I told them when I was home in September.

When we arrive in this next port, it is my 22nd port in around 16 months. It is my 15th country. I thank God for the huge privilege He has given me to meet His people from literally all around the world. I am supposed to bless and encourage them, but time after time it is me who is blessed, encouraged and amazed to see what He is doing in the world.