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Projecting poverty

Yesterday I referred to some articles on short-term missions. One of those articles pointed to an outstanding article by Steve Saint (whose story is told in The End of the Spear; he’s also the developer of a successful flying car).

The article is titled “Projecting Poverty Where It Doesn’t Exist.” Saint expresses his frustration at the way people describe the “poverty” of the tribe he lives with in Ecuador. He states:

When people visit the Waodani, they look around and think, “Wow, these people have nothing!” People from the outside think the Waodani are poor because they don’t have three-bedroom ramblers with wall-to-wall carpeting, double garages so full of stuff the cars never fit and, I guess, because they never take vacations to exotic places like Disney World.

So, on speaking tours I began describing these jungle dwellers as “People who all have water front property, multiple houses and spend most of their time hunting and fishing.” The most common response I have gotten when describing the Waodani this way is, “Wow, would I ever like to live like that!” I agree completely.

Saint says that as the standard of living in the U.S. has risen, our perception of poverty has changed. We take our standards and apply them to the rest of the world. The article goes on to say

Consider how our definition of an orphan is different from most other cultures. In the U.S., you are an orphan if your mother and father have died. In South America (where I grew up), as in other contexts where extended family structures are intact, you are not really considered an orphan as long as you have a living grandparent, uncle, aunt or older brother or sister who is capable of helping take care of you. So when North Americans build an orphanage in South America, we “create” orphans by tempting family members to take advantage of our well-intentioned largess. This is seldom in the best interest of those children who are “orphaned” by our desire to meet what we perceive as their need.

Saint concludes his article with words that I find powerful:

Giving handouts creates more problems than it solves. It is like casting out demons with long leases. Break the lease or they will come back and bring more roommates (Lk 11:24–26). Where the Church is being established among people that perceive themselves as powerless, there is a great need for deep discipleship, wrestling with the roots of poverty at the community level rather than concentrating on the individual.

Financial help that does not develop sustainable, local, financial self-sufficiency is much more likely to create poverty than it is to meet real needs. Until we realize that we can’t overcome poverty with handouts, we will never be much help in completing Christ’s Great Commission.

As followers of Christ we must fight poverty through discipleship rather than covering it with spiritual frosting. Either we do God’s will God’s way or we aren’t doing His will at all. Discipleship means teaching others what we have learned so they can teach others to care for their community’s physical, economic, emotional and spiritual needs on a sustainable basis! (2 Tim 2:2, Mt 28:19–20)

Providing the kind of help that really helps isn’t easy. Especially for someone coming from outside. It takes much more time, effort and planning than merely giving in a way that salves our conscience. But I think it important that we be good stewards of what God has given us. Let’s be generous, in a way that really helps.

Blessed by giving

This is the third March that I want to tell you the story of a certain woman in Cuba. Two years ago, I got to tell you the story of her baptism. Last year, I told you about seeing her again and learning of her need for a wheelchair. That thought weighed on me for a year, especially as we shared her story with many people as we talked about the work in Cuba.

Early this year, Bill Brant, president of Herald of Truth, got up from a meeting about Cuba, walked to the phone and called his friend Ed Enzor, head of Global Samaritan Resources. The conversation was short, but important. Yes, Global Samaritan had a wheelchair that we could take to Cuba.

Lots of questions remained to be answered. How would we transport it? What would the airlines charge us if we carried it with us? Could we even get it through customs? Since we were spending the night in Cancun on our way to Cuba, how difficult would it be to carry the wheelchair with us to the hotel and back?

As we thought about complications, we knew that any hassles we might have would be nothing compared to what this woman went through on a regular basis. We asked for and received many prayers all along the way.

Everything went smoothly. Neither American nor Mexicana gave us any problems about carrying the wheelchair, nor did they charge us for it. The hotel shuttle in Cancun helped us take the chair back and forth from the airport. Neither Mexican customs nor Cuban customs took a second look at the wheelchair.

Sunday night, when we got to surprise this Christian lady with her new wheelchair, we knew that we were the ones that were blessed by this gift. What a wonderful experience.

Undercover Lord

There’s a new show called Undercover Boss. The CEO of some big corporation disguises himself and tries his hand at some entry level positions in his own company. It’s really interesting to see what these executives come to find out about their own companies.

Scott McCown drew an analogy between this show and the incarnation of Jesus. That, in turn, made me think of Matthew 25, how our treatment of “the least of these” is the treatment we give Jesus. Thinking of that passage reminded me of a poem I heard in high school. So from Undercover Boss to Matthew 25, here’s a poem that fits the occasion:

The Story of the Christmas Guest
by Helen Steiner Rice

It happened one day at December’s end
Some neighbors called on an old-time friend.

And they found his shop so meager and mean,
Made gay with a thousand boughs of green.

And old Conrad was sitting with face ashine.
When he suddenly stopped as he stitched the twine.

And he said “My friends at dawn today,
When the cock was crowing the night away,

The Lord appeared in a dream to me.
And He said, ‘I’m coming your guest to be”

So I’ve been busy with feet astir,
Strewing my shop with branches of fir.

The table is spread and the kettle is shined,
And over the rafters the holly is twined.

And now I’ll wait for my Lord to appear;
And listen closely so I will hear,

His steps as he nears my humble place.
And I’ll open the door and I’ll look on his face.”

Then his friends went home and left Conrad alone,
For this was the happiest day he had known.

For long since his family had passed away.
And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas Day.

But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas guest,
This Christmas would be the dearest and best.

So he listened with only joy in his heart,
And with every sound he would rise with a start,

And looked for the Lord to be at his door.
Like the vision that he had had a few hours before.

So he ran to the window after hearing a sound,
But all he could see on the snow covered ground

Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn.
And all his clothes were ragged and worn.

But old Conrad was touched and he went to the door
And he said, “Your feet must be cold and sore.

I have some shoes in my shop for you.
And I have a coat to keep you warmer, too.”

So with grateful heart the man went away.
But Conrad notice the time of day

And he wondered what made the dear Lord so late,
And how much longer he’d have to wait.

Then he heard another knock, and he ran to the door,
But it was only a stranger once more.

A bent old lady with a shawl of black,
And a bundle of kindling piled on her back.

But she asked only for a place to rest,
a place that was reserved, for Conrad’s great guest.

But her voice seemed to plead, “Don’t send me away,
Let me rest for awhile this Christmas Day.”

So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup
And told her to sit at the table and sup.

After she had left, he was filled with dismay
For he saw that the hours were slipping away

The Lord had not come as He said He would
And Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood.

When out of the stillness he heard a cry.
“Please help, me and tell me – Where am I?”

So again he opened his friendly door.
And stood disappointed as twice before.

It was a child who had wandered away,
And was lost from her family on Christmas Day.

Again Conrad’s heart was heavy and sad,
But he knew he could make this little girl glad.

So he called her in and he wiped her tears,
And he quieted all her childish fears.

Then he led her back to her home once more.
Then as he entered his own darkened door,

He knew that the Lord was not coming today,
For the hours of Christmas, had all passed away.

So he went to his room, and he knelt down to pray.
He said, “Lord, why did you delay?

What kept You from coming to call on me?
I wanted so much Your face to see.”

Then softly, in the silence, a voice he heard.
“Lift up your head – I have kept My word.

Three times my shadow crossed your floor.
Three times I came to your lowly door.

I was the beggar with bruised cold feet;
I was the woman you gave something to eat;
I was the child on the homeless street.

Three times I knocked, three times I came in,
And each time I found the warmth of a friend.

Of all the gifts, love is the best.
I was honored to be your Christmas guest.

Help that harms

Tony Campolo wrote an excellent article last week that ties together several things that I’ve written about on this blog. He points out the harm that Christian relief has done in Haiti, not only now, but over the last few decades. He also reminds us that the hot trends in mission trips (building houses, etc.) aren’t helping the people we intend to help.

Really dealing with poverty takes long-term planning and carefully thought-out strategies. It’s not simple.

Maybe I’m just playing the role of Chicken Little, crying that the sky is falling when everyone knows that it’s not. Or maybe I’m able to see that the emperor has no clothes. Whichever it is, at least Tony Campolo agrees with me. Misery loves company.

Edit: (3/8/10, 9:45 a.m. CST) — Jay Guin’s blog reminded me that I could well include a couple of resources here:

  • When Helping Hurts by Steve Corbett and Dr. Brian Fikkert of the Chalmers Center for Economic Development and the Department of Economics and Community Development at Covenant College
  • Tending to Eden by Scott Sabin

Relief efforts and Christian priorities

There’s something else that concerns me about our rush to send relief to disaster areas. I’m wondering if we aren’t focusing a bit on the wrong things.

Again, I know that I’m running the risk of sounding calloused and uncaring. I recognize the need to reach out to hurting people. But I’m wondering if the materialism of the culture we are living in hasn’t made it easier for us to focus on physical things than spiritual ones.

Look at the society around us. Have you noticed that spirituality has nothing to do with wanting to help out with disasters? I’m not saying that makes it bad; I’m saying that it’s not something uniquely Christian.

But didn’t Jesus say to help the hurting? Of course he did. But never at the expense of our mission to the world. The unique thing that we have to offer is the good news of Jesus Christ. We’ve got to hang on to that, even as the world drives us to focus on physical things (good and bad). We are called to focus on the unseen, not the seen, on the eternal, not the temporal.

I’ve often wished that we could somehow see the pictures of the spiritually starving, with bloated souls longing for nourishment. I’ve wanted to be able to show the earthquake of sin, the hurricane of wrongdoing that devastates family after family. In a materialistic society, we are moved by physical suffering and economic loss. We understand lack of food and water. Everyone is touched by these things, not just Christians. It’s part of survival, the “herd instinct” that makes someone dive into a swollen river to try and save a stranger.

We need some priorities. We need holistic programs that serve body and soul. We need to be willing to stick to longterm efforts, rather than jumping from emergency to emergency. If we feed and heal and house and clothe, yet don’t lead people to Christ, are we really doing them good in the long run? In the LONG run?

In 21st-century America, it’s easy to raise money for relief projects. Christians, non-Christians, everyone wants to give to help. At some point we need to ask ourselves, should the church look just like the world in this? Do we not have something more to offer, something more important?

If not, we should probably shut our doors.