Journal Entry from October 9, 2011 (Two Days Before the Start of my Transformational Leadership Course in The Middle East)
I’m (finally) on my flight, sitting in a brand new 737 my husband’s company rolled off their production lot today. When I woke at 3:45 am, and jumped in the shower, it was as if God was giving me permission to leave, and take a break from my normal responsibilities. My parents are in town to take care of my daughters. I had a sense of Him saying, now for two weeks I have your full attention. A luxury, learning and seeing what God has to show me will be an adventure - no doubt.
The couple next to me from Dallas is wonderfully conversational. Interestingly, she is an elementary school teacher for refugees from the Middle East and Africa. We had a fascinating discussion about what it is like to be a refugee. Children help their parents as they acclimate more quickly, and also tell their parents they need things like Gameboys and iPods for their school studies.
The girls from Burma begin wearing head coverings when they start their period. One sister wears one while another sister doesn’t. Just imagine the trauma this could cause to the adolescent psyche. This teacher acknowledges that the fathers are usually fully western despite the requirements for the girls.
One of the saddest things she comes across frequently is girls who have had female circumcisions, something I’d never heard of until the first reading assignment for this course. (Seems hardly coincidental that this random woman I’ve never met is talking to me about this unusual and horrific topic on a flight from Seattle to Dallas.)
She told me stories about how families supplement their minimal food provisions in the refugee camps. Her students often point at pictures of birds in books and tell of shooting them with a rock and eating them. One time a boy showed her a picture of rats. That made her nervous. He then pointed to the tiny pink babies and said they put them on a hook and fished with them. Relieved for only a moment, she learned that they put the big rats on a stick to roast them.
Another boy told her of having a pet dog. Then he said, “And then we eat.” She wonders if telling them they can go to the grocery store and buy chicken sounds just as strange to them.
Imagining of the faces of the children in her classroom, I remember that when Jesus was young he was an international refugee. His family fled their homeland and sought refuge in Egypt - the first destination on my journey.
For more on the plight of refugees in the world, visit the United Nations Higher Commission for Refugees - http://www.unhcr.org/cgi-bin/texis/vtx/home The number of people in the world who are wandering between countries, truly homeless, and often without identity of documentation or place, makes my mind spin and my heart bleed.
I'm switching my blog back ON - even though I'm still in the thick of finishing my dissertation. I will post some of my journal entries from my trip last fall to the Middle East. I hope you will enjoy coming along with me on my journey.
I'm switching my blog back ON - even though I'm still in the thick of finishing my dissertation. I will post some of my journal entries from my trip last fall to the Middle East. I hope you will enjoy coming along with me on my journey.




