Saturday, 31 December 2016

At the beginning of 2016 we moved to Lima to work with the Oikos ministry (http://oikosperu.com/en/), so this is the last post on the Cusco News blog for the time being.

To finish, here is the text of a song we wrote for the Latin Link annual conference earlier this year, remembering the highlights of nine years in Cusco. It goes to the tune of 'These are a few of my favourite things', from The Sound of Music.


White fluffy llamas and 1 sol bananas
Mangoes and monkeys and lakes of piranhas
Hummingbird colours and big condor wings
These are a few of our favourite things!

Thunder and lightning is fun but quite frightening
Clear sunny days when our tempers need brightening
Beautiful valleys and hot thermal springs
These are a few of our favourite things!

Streams we can play in, cheap hostels to stay in,
Dark windy caves you can spend half a day in
Climbing on ruins of old Inca Kings
These are a few of our favourite things!

When we´re out of place
When they make us wait
When we’re feeling blue
We simply remember our favourite things
And sing ‘We love you Peru!’

Houses with courtyards and plazas with fountains
Quechua markets and white snowy mountains
Ponchos and chullos and quipus of strings
These are a few of our favourite things!

Lomo saltado and choclo with cheese
Papa rellena and hot roasted cuys
Donuts for dunkin, picarones in rings
These are a few of our favourite things!

Fencing and dancing, karate and running
Huge sandy beaches and pools to have fun in
In Lima, there’s so much ... where to begin?
But these are a few of our favourite things!

When the people stare
When life isn’t fair
When we’re feeling blue
We thank Father God for our favourite things
And sing ‘We love you Peru!’




Saturday, 19 September 2015

Are the mountains bigger in Cusco, and does Jesus walk more slowly?


On the face of it, of course the mountains are bigger in Cusco – bigger than in most places. We are living in the Andes, 3,300m above sea level. The summit of the mountain behind our house is 1,000m higher than the city in the foothills below. I was writing to a friend recently, talking about the beauty of the surrounding countryside and the way the mountains display the amazing creative power of God and then, in the same paragraph, describing the ‘mountains’ of poverty, spiritual evil, institutional corruption, dishonesty and mistrust that we struggle with. Living cross-culturally perhaps I see these types of ‘mountain’ very clearly, more so than if I had grown up here. I wonder if people moving to Britain see other mountains that we British don’t see?


Anyway, the current climb, which we started about five years ago, is adoption paperwork. We pray, our families pray, almost everyone we know prays, but we see only very slow progress. Sometimes there is no obvious progress for weeks on end. Is that because the mountain is so huge – a human construction which contains a complex, slow and frustrating system influenced by corruption and mistrust? Perhaps. Or does Jesus walk more slowly in Cusco?

That question brings me to something Jesus said about his burden being light and his yoke, easy. It is currently ploughing time in the little fields around our house. A few people now use a tractor but most still use a pair of oxen. I was reading recently about Jesus’ use of the word ‘yoke’ and about oxen learning to plough.[1] When Jesus spoke of a yoke he was almost certainly thinking of the wooden beam used to join two ploughing oxen. The word ‘disciple’ comes from the word for learner, which is the same word used for a younger ox learning how to plough from an older ox. So when Jesus spoke of us taking his yoke upon us, he is imagining each one of us as a young ox walking alongside himself, the older, experienced ox. Apparently, when a young ox begins to plough he will tend to go too fast and wear himself out before the day is out. But joined by the yoke to an older ox he will have to go at the correct pace. He can’t wander off and plough a different field. He won’t plough wobbly furrows. He won’t charge off and cause damage. He gets to rest once the job is done.


To me, this signifies that we need to learn to walk at Jesus’ pace through life, in the ‘field’ that he chooses. He will set the right pace, walk in a straight line and help us get the job done that he has in mind for us. (Did you ever read in the Bible a section that says: And Jesus rushed off. He was in such a hurry that he decided to leave his disciples at home that day ...) We may think that a faster pace would be better or that another field looks easier or more interesting. We might think that ploughing all through the night is a good plan. We might consider the idea of charging off on our own somewhere - but who knows what damage that may cause! I wonder if sharing Jesus’ yoke with him sounds restricting? Prior to this, Jesus had said, ‘Come to me all you who are weary and I will give you rest.’ He was thinking of our best interests, not trying to hold us back in life.

In many aspects of life, Jesus may walk more slowly than we would wish. Maybe an illness, a house move, learning a new language, teaching a child with additional needs or a job hunt seem to be never-ending. Begging him to hurry up is perhaps not the answer. Asking him about the pace, and what we are supposed to be learning and enjoying on the way, is perhaps more productive.

From my perspective, the mountains are higher and Jesus does walk more slowly in Cusco. But it is better to struggle over the mountains than give up, and to walk with Jesus than without him. However, I’m still hoping that we’ll reach a downhill section soon ....

‘When you stop trying to control your life and instead allow your anxieties and problems to bring you to God in prayer, you shift from worrying to watching. You watch God weave his patterns in the story of your life. Instead of trying to be out front, designing your life, you realise you are inside God’s drama. As you wait, you begin to see him work, and your life begins to sparkle with wonder. You are learning to trust again.’

 Paul E. Miller, A Praying Life, NavPress 2009




[1]  p30 Building a Discipling Culture, Mike Breen, 2011

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Have you seen ....?



At the end of the year I am posting a poem and some photos celebrating the natural beauty around Cusco. I actually wrote the poem last year in Spanish, with a bit of help from Sammy, and then recently translated it into English. It’s just a simple poem and perhaps doesn’t sound so good in English, but here it is anyway, in both languages. As you may notice, it is not a direct translation – I had to re-write it a bit to make the lines fit! Our ‘Club NaturaNiños’ continues to be a highlight of most weeks and we continually make new discoveries. Recently, we found hundreds of moths fluttering about at the bottom of the woods where we had only found caterpillars before. Last week, a network of caves. Today, checking out a possible route for this Saturday, Sammy and I were delighted to find our purple mushrooms which, for the third year running, are growing in exactly the same place just for a few days at New Year. We discovered these by accident on a wet day in a little copse where it is likely that no one else ventures. Our God gives us so many beautiful things and we miss so many of them. That is the thought that sparked this poem.


¿Has visto?
¿Has visto el sol rojo sonriendo en las mañanas?
¿Has visto en las nubes mis pinturas que te doy?
¿Has visto los relámpagos que echo en las montañas?
¿Has visto las estrellas hablando de quién Soy?

¿Encontraste la abeja que voló por tu ventana?
¿Encontraste en tu patio el pequeño colibrí?
¿Encontraste esta tela hecha bien por mi araña?
¿Encontraste el champiñón que era solo para ti?

¿Escuchaste la canción que cantó mi pajarito?
¿Oliste en tu camino esta flor que yo crecí?
¿Cogiste la manzana en tu arbolito?
Te he dado tantas cosas y tú dices, ‘¡No las vi!’

Has mirado las pantallas por casi doce horas
Correos electrónicos, tu Smartphone y el Wii
Películas y facebook y dos computadoras
Y mientras has perdido lo que hice para ti.


Have you seen?

Have you seen my orange sun smiling every morning?
Have you seen my sculptures in the clouds that drift and race?
Have you seen the lightening that I throw onto the mountains?
Have you seen the stars each one so perfectly in place?

Did you find the hummingbird I sent to bring you laughter?
Did you find the bee that buzzed so softly as it flew?
Did you find the web so finely made by my small spider?
Did you find the toadstool made especially for you?

Did you hear the tune that my little bird was warbling?
Did you pick the apple ripe and ready on your tree?
Did you smell the flower that I grew beside your pathway?
There are many gifts I gave you but it seems you didn’t see.

You have stared at several screens today for 8 or 9 long hours   
Television, laptop, tablet, Iphone too
Emails, Youtube, messages and too much time on facebook
And meanwhile you have missed so much that I had made for you.

Jenny and Sammy Feb 2013, translation Dec 2014














Tuesday, 23 September 2014

First few weeks of the new kids' group at home



I thought I should write something about the start of our kids’ cell group as it has been quite interesting for various reasons. Our church has a network of cells for adults and for children in homes all over the city. These are partly for members of the church and partly for outreach. There are around 300 kids cells, with perhaps 20% of the kids coming regularly to the church children’s groups on a Sunday, the rest being friends and neighbours of church members, or part of specific outreach groups that children’s leaders have started in more outlying areas.

Being a British-Quechua multicultural family, and living in a mixed area with regards to race, material wealth/poverty, etc. I have been enthusiastic to start a group in our house that reflects the area and to try and break down some class and racial barriers. It’s not an easy task. Kids here, as anywhere, see just as quickly as adults the differences between themselves and others and they can be pretty mean, but I have seen barriers broken down to some extent at CORASON and so I know it’s possible. 

A lady from the church, Franz, an experienced children’s leader,  is coming each week to lead the Bible teaching (using materials from Brazil, from where our church was planted), while I am responsible for inviting the kids, playing some games with them, doing art/craft and providing refreshments. I’m also teaching some fun songs from an English-teaching  CD set as learning English is always an attraction. I’ve told them they can bring English homework along if they need help, but so far just one girl has brought something.


A couple of days before the first meeting, I gave out invitations to kids I know locally, plus a few others I met on the street nearby.  This resulted in 13 visiting kids coming along so that was an encouraging start. A couple of days before the second meeting, I gave out invitations to these kids again (or at least those who had managed to give me an address I could find) plus a few more I met on the street. This resulted in 23 visiting kids (27 in total with our 4)! The third week I decided not to give out any more invitations and see who turned up.

Our third Friday was a complicated afternoon for two reasons: ( 1) We had realised, due to a doubling of our water bill for May, that there was a water leak in the pipe that brings water into the house. Since all the pipes are cemented in under the floor the best solution was for the plumber to dig channels in the wall round one side of the lounge, through the downstairs toilet and along the long wall in the kitchen. New pipes could then be fitted from the tap outside to the sink.  At 4 o’clock the plumber had finished all the digging out but you can imagine how the lounge looked! (2)The girls needed to visit the social worker for the final appointment of the two year process, and she decided that 4pm on Friday was when they should go to her office. The office is about 45 minutes away so Roland had the choice of helping to run the cell group while I took them, or taking them himself. So he took them but that meant that I would be on my own with all the kids for up to an hour until Franz from church arrived to lead the Bible section, plus the plumber and the mess to sort out. Oh, and the plumber had cut off the water supply to the kitchen, including the tap with the water filter for drinking water. Fortunately I had already made a jug of juice and the downstairs toilet was still working!

At 4:10pm I was reading a book with Ben sitting in the passage just outside the house (best place for sun at that time of day, it’s cold indoors) when the first kids arrived – a family of 4 that includes a 3 year old and a 1 year old, looked after by their 6 and 8 year old brother and sister. I told them they could listen to the story too. About 5 minutes later another couple of boys arrived who also joined in listening to Ben’s story. By 4:20pm I decided to give up with the story and get a ball and our home made skittles out (the big yogurt bottles here make good skittles or cones for games). The plumber was staggering in and out of the house with rubble and by 4:30pm the lounge was ready to be put back to normal, with the dug-out wall mostly hidden behind furniture. I then quickly spread out a simple craft on the dining table (a basic cut and stick rainbow activity – it was Cusco’s anniversary week and we have a rainbow coloured flag). This was a bit calmer than the skittles activity and occupied all 8 or 10 kids that had by now arrived, Sammy and I helping the 3 and 1 year olds who didn’t get very far on their own.


By 4:45pm Franz had arrived, thankfully a bit earlier than normal (she comes straight from work in town) and so by 5pm we were ready to start with the English songs and then she did the Bible story. A few older girls (11 and 12) arrived at the last minute and I’m still trying to figure out where they come from. They walk home from school near our house but I think they then catch a bus to an area a couple of miles away. We really need to divide the group in two since we have more kids than we expected and a rather crazy age range! We said 4 to 9s on the invitation, but no one takes much notice of age groups here so I’m not surprised we’ve ended up with 1 to 12 year olds.

For the fourth meeting I decided to go round with invitations again (in the form of memory verse sheets this time), having ascertained where a large proportion of the kids live. Sammy came with me – the last time he did this he was about 1 and in a pushchair, accompanying me and Tom on our Eastbourne Kidz Klub round! (Tom and I visited kids in Eastbourne weekly for 6 years, finishing when Tom went to Uni and we came to Peru.) The Kidz Klub that Kings Church used to run continues to send ripples round the world – the weekly visiting and memory verse/ information sheets are key strategies – very simple, perhaps obvious, but very effective.

This time the first kids arrived at 4:05pm – it’s getting earlier each week. They were three girls that have come every week so we let them in and gave them a pile of books to look at while I finished getting the room ready (certain things have to be moved to make space for 20+ kids). Sammy helped with registration and preparing sandwiches with Roland. Ben sat outside hoping that his friend from school would come for the first time – thankfully he did, together with a friend of Hilda’s who came on week 2. Once about 10 kids had arrived I put the playdough and tools out on the table, which they absolutely loved. About this time Franz rang to say she had a bad throat and could hardly speak so could I lead the Bible section?  Fortunately I had purchased the book of resources the church uses for kids’ cells during the week and more or less knew what it was about! The session went well with ‘Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes’ as the English song and a lively song from church. (Katy likes to help lead these!) Ben and Hilda’s friends seemed to get on OK, although we have some work to do to help the kids get to know each other as they are from a variety of different schools. Although they live fairly close to each other, they don’t know each other on the whole. Total kids this week: 23, including 3 new ones.

Next task is to find the homes of a few kids that I haven’t been able to locate yet and start to get to know their families. Plus, with a couple of children now coming from Ben and Hilda’s class, I think it will make it easier to invite more from their school. I also want to read up a bit on children’s cell groups and think about the distinctives of a cell group as opposed to a Sunday kids’ group at church.


3 Month Update
We are now 3 months in and numbers have stayed high, the record being 32. We have 8 regular kids between 10 and 15 years old and they have become leaders for small groups of 3 or 4 children, the idea being to give the older ones some responsibility and to mix the kids up for certain games and activities so that they get to know each other better. We have had a very small puppy attend a few times, but he did start to become rather disruptive so I think he will be staying at home from now on. The mouse that came one week was quite well behaved but I am a little afraid someone will bring a cat sometime, which could be difficult. The one year old fell asleep again last week and I ended up carrying him home as he is a bit heavy for his 8 year old sister. It’s a fun group to lead and there’s never a dull moment!

Monday, 30 December 2013

Christmas in the Dark



Christmas in Cusco mostly happens in the dark. Mass, the big meal and the opening of gifts all happen in the middle of the night as the 24th December ‘explodes’ into the 25th (fireworks are traditional here on Christmas Eve!). There are many cultural differences between Christmas in Peru and Christmas in the UK. It is nowhere near as big a festival as it is in Britain, at least in the commercial sense, and that can be an advantage, leaving us free to celebrate Christmas as we wish, rather than being bombarded by the advertising, the TV Christmas specials and the parties. 

Cusco Main Square at Christmas at night

But Christmas ‘in the dark’ is obviously a metaphorical reality for many and being away from family and friends and the things that in the past have made Christmas special helps us appreciate the mixed feelings or even depression which Christmas can bring. Sorely missed family members abroad, illness or the death of someone close in the preceding year (or longer ago) can make Christmas dark. A 17 year old we are visiting in the hospital at the moment, recently paralysed after a bicycle accident, is certainly sharing a dark Christmas with his father, alone in the trauma ward. 

The whole feeling that we are supposed to have a ‘Happy Christmas’ makes matters a hundred times worse when we don’t feel happy. But just before Christmas I came across a clip by Glen Scrivener (a minister from Eastbourne), entitled ‘Christmas in Dark Places’ (you may have seen it as it deservedly did the rounds on facebook), which got me thinking and helped me to see Christmas in a different light.

Jesus was born in the dark, away from home, into poverty:
It’s dark, in the bible, when Christmas is spoken.
Always a bolt from the blue for the broken.
It’s the valley of shadow, the land of the dead,
It’s, “No place in the inn,” so He stoops to the shed.
He’s born to the shameful, bends to the weak,
becomes the lowly: the God who can’t speak!
And yet, what a Word, this Saviour who comes,
Our dismal, abysmal depths He plumbs.
Through crib and then cross, to compass our life.
To carry and conquer. Our Brother in strife.  
It’s actually quite obvious, but I had somehow failed to totally realise this before - if we feel as though our Christmas is dark, and that we don’t even want to participate, then Christmas is for us more than anyone. Not the commercial version of Christmas, or even the ‘happy family’ version of Christmas but the Christmas that we read about in the Bible where God comes to earth precisely for the lonely, the poor, the oppressed and the depressed.
And if we are not among the lonely, the poor, the oppressed or the depressed (or even if we are) then through the Holy Spirit within us we are called to bring light - Jesus coming once more into the darkness.

‘The people walking in darkness
    have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness
                      a light has dawned.’
  (Isaiah 9:2)


Buying a ‘Happy Christmas’?

Something else I read this week, together with the experience of visiting our first real, shiny, western-style shopping mall in Cusco, has also impacted me in relation to Christmas:

The world sees joy as something received…. Many are trying to extract from life that which life may seem reluctant to give. So often, of course, this ends in disillusionment. Enduring happiness is found only on the narrow road with Me.                                  Fr Hon Woolley in ‘I am with you’

People often look for experiences, success or ‘stuff’ to bring joy. We try and ‘buy’ happiness with new clothes, a new car, chocolate or holidays. The new shopping centre in Cusco, which, in a fit of desperation, half-opened a week before Christmas (it certainly wouldn’t be open yet in the UK due to Health and Safety regulations), houses a large supermarket, a department store, various other smaller shops and soon will have a food court, once it’s finished. Local people are trying to figure out how to use the escalators without falling over and numerous cleaners are constantly trying to keep the floors shiny (rainy season and a building site outside making this rather impossible!). It is a place where the advertisements tell us we can buy happiness. Rather poignantly, it is built on the site of, and right next door to what remains of, a Catholic school and seminary. Talk about a visual aid for Jesus’ words, ‘You cannot serve both God and Money.’ (Matthew 6:24)

Cusco's new shopping centre

Despite the increasing materialism in Cusco, Christmas is seen by many here as a time to contribute to the needs of the less fortunate, and many, many businesses, schools and hotels fund ‘chocolatadas’ where hot chocolate, food and toys are handed out. A few evangelical churches  also run chocolatadas and use the opportunity to give the Christmas message, but sadly, in my opinion, many evangelical churches tend to ‘throw the baby out with the bath water’ as they like  to be distinct from the Catholic church and don’t even mention Christmas!

Nativity Scenes and the Meaning of Christmas

A final Christmas thought is one that relates to the elaborate nativity scenes that the kids enjoyed seeing in the Catholic churches just prior to Christmas. Nativity scenes are big in general – in homes, hotels, shops and bus stations. An article in the New York Times caught my attention (I must add that I don’t normally read the New York Times but was sent the link by a friend). It’s entitled ‘Ideas from a Manger’ and here’s the introduction:

‘Pause for a moment, in the last leg of your holiday shopping, to glance at one of the manger scenes you pass along the way. Cast your eyes across the shepherds and animals, the infant and the kings. Then try to see the scene this way: not just as a pious set-piece, but as a complete world picture — intimate, miniature and comprehensive. 

Because that’s what the Christmas story really is — an entire worldview in a compact narrative, a depiction of how human beings relate to the universe and to one another. It’s about the vertical link between God and man — the angels, the star, the creator stooping to enter his creation. But it’s also about the horizontal relationships of society, because it locates transcendence in the ordinary, the commonplace, the low’. 

I don’t think an attempt to summarise would do the article justice, so here’s the link if you’re interested in worldviews and what a nativity scene encapsulates:

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/22/opinion/sunday/douthat-ideas-from-a-manger.html?_r=1&


Giant Nativity Scene at Korikancha, Cusco


Towards the end of the article the author states:

‘So there are two interesting religious questions that will probably face Americans for many Christmases to come. The first is whether biblical religion can regain some of the ground it has lost, or whether the spiritual worldview will continue to carry all before it.’

I wouldn’t like to call a life with God based on the Bible ‘religion’ (that is another entire topic), but the Biblical story is the only one that makes sense of, and redeems, the dark. I hope your Christmas was ‘happy’, but if it wasn’t, let’s remember that Jesus came more for dark Christmases than merry ones, and the joy He brings can be yours. Let’s not look for the joy we seek under the bright lights of a shopping mall, but in the Child in the manger, the Light of the World.

O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep,
The silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light.
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.