Gamboa Union Church

One Sunday I had the privilege of attending Gamboa Union Church, about 45 minutes outside the city. It was amazing to sit in the pews of a church I had heard a great deal about while growing up and meet and talk with Pastor Wilbur, a long time friend of my grandpa. Over the years, the little church has maintained its focus on seeking and saving the lost, whether through overseas mission, welcoming different YWAM teams, or ministering to the indigenous groups in the area. It was a joy to worship in this diverse and welcoming church body.

I recently finished reading Pastor Wilbur's book, entitled: Finding Freedom in Panama. It is his incredible account of ministering to prisoners at the Renacer and Modelo prisons during a time of political unrest in Panama. I was awe-struck to hear how God, in all His sovereignty, redeemed some of the worst situations imaginable and used them to set many spiritual captives free, forever changing lives by the power of Christ and the transforming work of the Holy Spirit.

Second, I was struck by the lesson that: When we obey, God blesses. Even if it's our "little lunch of loaves and fishes", God will multiply what we surrender to Him to use and use it in a way that we never imagined was possible. So what do we have to fear?

2 Timothy 1:7

"For God did not give us a spirit of fear and timidity, but a spirit of power, of love, and of self-discipline."

Isla Taboga

11-04-12



With Fiestas Patrias in full swing, this meant a month full of intermittent holidays and chopped up school weeks, the month everyone had been long expecting: November.

One of the adventures four other teachers and I got to share on a day off was visiting Isla Taboga. A forty-five minute ferry ride from the end of the Amador Causeway, we watched as the city skyline shrunk into the horizon. Our Clayton apartment, CCA, our weekly routines and frequented places, all left behind. It felt like Taboga was a world away. A different Panama.

White sandy beaches decked with colorful seashells and clear water with a gentle tide all made Isla Taboga a perfect day trip from Panama City. We read, walked on the beach, swam in the cool water, and explored the little town with as a local put it ^solo tres restaurantes^. Meeting some British ladies who were also searching for a place for breakfast, we discovered a hotel cafe with an amazing view of the ocean. We exchanged international experiences, and I was inspired to hear how traveling changes and expands one`s perspective on the world. It was a special and refreshing time.



The ferry back allowed us another opportunity to look around and admire the paradise around us, seeing the Bridge of the Americas, Playa Bonita (where we had had our church women`s retreat just weeks ago), and a line of ships getting ready to enter the canal. As I unboarded the ferry and gazed back to see where we had come, I reflected on the journey from where God had brought me: from Illinois to California to Honduras to Costa Rica, and now this new chapter in Panama. Multiple times in my life God has affirmed that He is my help and deliverer and gives me a firm place to stand (Ps. 40). Wherever I am, I can serve Him with the confidence He is there.



Psalm 40:1-3
I waited patiently for the Lord;
    he turned to me and heard my cry.
² He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
    out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
    and gave me a firm place to stand.
³ He put a new song in my mouth,
    a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the Lord
    and put their trust in him.

Fiestas Patrias

11-03-12

Photo credit: instagram and Esther Brunat

Panameño, Panameño

Panameño vida mia.

Yo quiero que tu me lleves

al "Tambor de la alegria".
(Tambor de Alegria)


After weeks of daily hearing this refrain sung to the beat of a bongo drum, Fiestas Patrias had finally arrived! Fiestas Patrias are Panama´s patriotic holidays, beginning the third of November and lasting the entire month.


At CCA, Fiestas Patrias is a mandatory school day (scheduled on a Saturday), transformed into an elementary-middle school assembly and family fun fair. The High Schoolers represent CCA by marching in a city-wide school parade starting in Casco Viejo.


The Spanish teachers did a phenomenal job preparing the students for their different roles in the History of Panama drama this year, and even the kindergarten kids sang their Panamanian anthems loud and proud. The sanctuary was filled until there was standing room only; it was truly a family affair.


From my vantage point, the most interesting part of the drama (done all in Spanish) involved several of my 8th grade students. The students donned these masks, like hay hanging in front of their faces, and reenacted a traditional, indigenous story about a woman and her children. It involved a lot of chanting and jumping around, and I think the 8th grade boys especially enjoyed this part.


Following the students^s talented performances, we hurried outside to set up our booths for the Family Fun Fair. From slingshots to bounce houses, there were several activities to occupy families on a warm Panama day.

The 7th grader`s booth = pie toss; total tickets earned = 120 tickets

The 6th grader`s booth = water balloon toss; total tickets earned = 420 tickets! The perfect game for a super sunny morning; plus parents had the opportunity to play and throw water balloons at their children.

Overall, it was a fun time, and things ran smoothly, even the clean up!

It was a great chance to see CCA families come together and be part of a fundraiser for our community outreach program.


After the Family Fun Fair, Mami (my housemate) and I headed downtown with a family from the school to see if we could catch a glimpse of the CCA high schoolers-teachers marching in the parade. It was quite the Panamanian experience!


Street vendors lined the sidewalks, their griddles laden with all sorts of meat on a stick or fried plantains. Families crowded the grassy medians, set up in lawn chairs or sitting on the curbs, and were decked in their proudest Panamanian colors or traditional wear. Little boys played jubilantly on toy drums or loudly blasted their trompetitas (whose sound was similar to that of a wounded duck) whenever someone walked by. And all around me was this strange popping noise.


It didn´t take me long to figure out that apparently the parade tradition was to throw what they call, cebollitas, or little white packages filled with gunpowder-something that exploded on impact, on the ground, and they sold them by the box-full to eager children, keeping them occupied during the long gaps between parade groups. Anybody and everybody could be part of the parade, even if just for a few minutes as you strolled down the street right in the middle of the procession.


Schools marched in the order that they were founded, and CCA founded in 1997, marched by us, just after we arrived. We cheered them on, as the weary students lifted their country flags a little bit higher. The students had arrived to the parade area at 8:30a, and were just now finishing the last leg of the parade around 4:00-4:30p. It was a very long day for them; they were great troopers.


Aside from CCA, I was amazed and encouraged by another Christian school, Panama Christian Academy, that chose to make their procession distinct from all the rest. They had several students at the front, playing a song on mini xylophones and three drummers (2 high school and 1 first grader) in the middle keeping the beat and entertaining all through a routine where they spun the drums around their neck. They followed this with rows of more students, who sung acapella the words to the song that had been played on the xylophones: Yo tengo un amigo que me ama. Me ama. Me ama. Yo tengo un amigo que me ama. Su nombre es Jesus.


Wow. There they were being a bold witness for Christ, and I could see the joy of who they were glorifying just radiate from their faces. I prayed a special prayer for Panama; that all would hear and believe that Jesus Christ is Lord and find in Him the hope and peace that our world is so desperately craving. That Christians in Panama would not be ashamed and would live distinctly, pointing people to Christ as the reason for their hope. And I prayed again for the students at Crossroads Christian Academy, where I teach, that they would come to know Christ deeper and fully believe they have a Friend that loves them, no matter what, and no matter where in the world they go.

Psalm 136 in My Life

After Parent/Teacher conferences and busy weeks of school, I sat down for daily time with God and came across this passage in Psalm 136. The Psalmist praises God for God's faithfulness in his life and lists specific examples of God's divine hand in history. As I was praying over the psalm, I began contemplating the many ways God has been faithful in my own story. Here is the resulting rewrite of Psalm 136:

Psalm 136:10: My Life

Give thanks to the Lord for He is good

His lovingkindness is everlasting

To Him who knew before I was born

His lovingkindness is everlasting

That He’d die for me and rise Easter morn’

His lovingkindness is everlasting

With tears in His eyes and a crown of thorns

His lovingkindness is everlasting

He knew someday I would be reborn

His lovingkindness is everlasting

To Him who appointed people and times

His lovingkindness is everlasting

To invest and speak truth into a child’s life

His lovingkindness is everlasting

He prepared a legacy to inspire

His lovingkindness is everlasting

Provided shelter to withstand the fire

His lovingkindness is everlasting

To Him who provides all that I need

His lovingkindness is everlasting

His Word to guide my thoughts and deeds

His lovingkindness is everlasting

His rainbow promise in the sky

His lovingkindness is everlasting

A reminder He’s not passed me by

His lovingkindness is everlasting

Energy and strength each day

His lovingkindness is everlasting

His hand to cling to when I sway

His lovingkindness is everlasting

Protection when I live afar

His lovingkindness is everlasting

Comfort when I’m in His arms

His lovingkindness is everlasting

Communities to now embrace

His lovingkindness is everlasting

Serve as reflections of His face

His lovingkindness is everlasting

Give thanks now to the God of grace

For His lovingkindness is everlasting!

Teaching as Ministry

God's call is: "a conviction, that when faced with the facts, continues to grow until it becomes a question of obedience or disobedience" (Ron Binder, Wycliffe missionary).

Since a young age, God's question of "Will you go for me?" has penetrated my heart. Each time I gave a resounding yes, and each "yes" was soon followed with a bigger challenge to share Christ with those in my own neighborhood, the people I encountered everyday. I remember in 4th grade, befriending a classmate from Hong Kong, making up our own language, and eventually praying with her to ask Jesus to be her Lord and Savior. Ever since, then I've had a burden for people to come to know Jesus as their joy and answer, an unquenchable enthusiasm for God's work in people's lives and the desire to serve Him cross-culturally.

During high school and college, I had several opportunities to serve overseas and have just another peek into the grandeur of God and how He is continually healing and transforming, even working in the most intimate details of a person's life. Carrying these global experiences, I was able to lead and prepare my college peers for summer service trips, working alongside established missionaries in countries all around the world.

One year into graduate school, I was hired by an international school in Tegucigalpa, Honduras. God used that year to refine me, teach me more about who I am and was created to be, and how I needed to rely on Him in all situations. I fell in love with teaching overseas, the opportunity to live among another culture and learn their language and customs.

When it came time to leave, I was devastated to leave that community and the strong friendships I’d made. But God had more growth in store, as I completed my Masters of Education and was pushed to become a better teacher, more equipped for what was in store later.

During these months, I returned to my cycle of questioning, “Okay God, now what? I’m ready and willing to go. Now where?” I prayed about direction for months, and felt strongly tugged back towards Central America, but the language barrier was a deterrent for returning, as I felt I couldn’t make and sustain meaningful relationships with people there because I could not speak the language.

What was my heart’s unspoken desire? To learn Spanish.

And God provided the incredible opportunity to attend language school for 4 months in San Jose, Costa Rica: the same language school my grandparents had attended in the 1950’s before heading off to Argentina and later Panama as missionaries.

Meanwhile I was interviewing with different Christian International schools in Latin America. I never thought I would teach in Panama, since it was my Grandparent’s legacy and my mom’s childhood home, but, after sitting down with the director and sharing the same vision for the students and the school, I knew God was calling me there.

So, here I am, being stretched and renewed by God in ways I’d never imagined: teaching middle school and serving as the middle school coordinator at Crossroads Christian Academy in Panama City, Panama. I have the incredible privilege of discipling young believers and sharing God’s truth daily, as I teach students to be historically and globally aware and prepare them to be Christ-like, servant leaders in a pluralistic society.

Though the school does pay me a modest salary and provide housing for the teachers, there are several start-up costs in moving to a new country, such as buying a car. Even with being diligent with saving for an entire year, it would still not be enough to purchase a reliable vehicle here in Panama. Having a vehicle is a necessity here, as the public transportation is unsafe, as well as having a car would open up many new venues for ministry. Car prices for a quality, used car in Panama range from $6,000-8,000.

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Birthday Gifts

My birthday was on September 12th. I was showered with encouraging messages, little surprises, hugs and birthday songs in multiple languages. But most special of all, I received two very unexpected gifts from God.

Gift #1

I have been praying a lot for a specific student lately, who shows attitude and really needs a positive father figure in his life. During chapel on Wednesday, this student was especially on my heart. While the chapel band was singing, I was praying that God would somehow touch him that day, as well as provide some positive male role models for him to follow. Right after chapel, I noticed our P.E. coach sitting down and talking with this student. I wondered if the reason for the talk was misbehavior, so later I asked Coach what he and the student had been discussing.

Coach told me that for some reason, God had just really brought this student to his mind and he felt a strong urge that he was supposed to go talk with him. So Coach pulled the student aside to just ask how it’s going, and talk about identity, who are you? And who do you want to be?. It was a powerful conversation, especially because this student is used to being pulled aside only for misconduct. But right then and there, God touched him through Coach’s words encouraging him to examine himself and reflect on what he believed was true. When asked the hard question of “do you believe all this?” (this meaning the gospel), the student replied with a courageously honest, “no.” Coach communicated to the student that if he ever had questions or just wanted talk that the student could freely come to him.

After Coach told me this story, I looked at him and smiled. “That was exactly what I was praying for!"

1 John 5:14-15

"This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him.^"

Gift #2

Later the same day, I had a student be indirectly defiant in my class, where he was playing dumb about following instructions and overall having a hard time focusing in class. I tried to talk to him afterwards, but he refused to make eye contact, and I’m sure that there must have been an i-don’t-care-and-don’t-want-to-listen broken record playing in his head. So I decided we would walk to the next class together, since it was upstairs, and it would give us some time to talk and give him a transition time to let go of his negative attitude.

We stopped midway through the hallway, and I made very clear to him that these skills of listening and following instructions were skills he would need his whole life, not just in school. Then I prayed for him; I knew the words came from God, because I wasn’t sure when I started what I was going pray. But the words flowed, as I spoke truth over this student’s life, knowing especially that he was loved and cared for by a personal God. He had been avoiding eye contact with me up until this point. But when he looked up from the prayer, for one split second our eyes met, and I could tell he had tears in his eyes.

Something, really the great Someone had gotten through and, after many days of praying and thinking about this student, he was finally at a point where Love could make the first chisel blow into the walls he had built of trying to be the funny guy or misbehaving to get attention, protecting himself from the vulnerability of being the new student in a new country, feeling uncared for or unwanted. But I saw it. A tiny crack had begun at the top of that wall, starting to let in God’s Light and Truth, and I knew who held the chisel.

I walked the student back to class, as he rubbed his eyes and blinked away the water, trying to regain his tough guy composure.

His eyes were adjusting to the Light.

Philippians 1:6

"And I am convinced and sure of this very thing, that He Who began a good work in you will continue until the day of Jesus Christ [right up to the time of His return], developing [that good work] and perfecting and bringing it to full completion in you."