zone 5 and the dump
each time i have been in guatemala i have seen and experienced something new, something i never imagined in my life that i would see. today was no exception.
this morning joel, a missionary we are working with here in guatemala city, took jim, tiffany, and i to a different school to observe. as educators he wanted us to visit another school in the city to see what they have done to make a difference in their community. this area is part of zone five sharing a border with zone one, the oldest part of the city (the city is divided into about 20 zones).
la escuelita is located in a deep valley called la limonada which runs through guatemala city. 60,000 people live people live in this valley. there are rows and rows of homes built along the steep embankments. a river runs through the area, but the river is the dumping grounds for these thousands of people. in the dry season the river bed fills with trash, sometimes as high as the bridge we walked across on our way to the school. during the rainy season, the water rushes down from the mountains and washes most of the trash out of the river.
the background of this school is full of stories of God at work in a forgotten and avoided area. i can’t begin to do la escuelita justice in my writings here, but i’ll do my best. the school began with just two small rooms. over the years, it has grown into four good size classrooms, a kitchen, and an office-like area. the director and her assistant shared incredible testimonies of the churches and people who have helped them over the years, as well as praise for their teachers. only one full-time teacher has an education beyond the sixth grade. knowing that, we were even more impressed with the teachers. it is a clean, bright, and positive atmosphere that radiates love. it is obvious the children are dearly loved.
this school functions a lot like an after-school program here in the u.s. the kids here attend public school either in the morning or afternoon, there are not enough facilities otherwise. so, kids attend la escuelita in either the morning or afternoon. joel told us that the kids get a better education in this tuition free school than they do in the public school. in order for a student to attend this school, one parent is required to attend a parenting meeting held once a month. the students’ education each day begins with learning and developing basic health skills. they are fed breakfast, then they brush their teeth, and take their vitamins. classes begin after that. there is so much more to say and describe about this school. you are welcome to ask me more about our time there.
after the morning session we walked around in the community, up and down the sidewalks with joel and the school director. we visited two people in the community, supporting one by buying three of his weavings and supporting the other by laying hands on her and praying for her. she will undergo surgery on saturday for tumor on her head. the life of those in this valley is beyond my comprehension. my heart breaks for these children, but at the same time i am in awe of God’s work here and the visible difference this school is making in their lives. as we headed back to the car in la limonada, we were greeted by kids and family members along the road. one little girl came flying out of the home, and she gave me such an incredibly big hug. the other two with her followed suit. i had only just met these little ones at the school we visited, and here they were greeting me (us) like they had known me all their life.
after we left the valley in zone five, we drove to the guatemala city dump. here we visited a family that joel knows, bringing them birthday gifts from the family in the states who pays for the tuition of these kids so they can receive a good education. what beautiful children living in conditions that i cannot even fathom. their home is in a squatter settlement. there are 11,000 people in this area. their method of survival is in scavenging the dump, looking for anything that can be recycled. on a good day they might make $3-5.
joel drove us to the national cemetery, where we could overlook the dump. the cemetery alone was quite a sight. but, i was in shock over the size of the dump and the large number of people who were scavenging there. it was huge; there were a lot of trucks unloading trash, and hundreds of people going through the trash. the trucks are scavenged through on the way to the dump, and then these people go through it again, trying to collect and sell anything they can. this is a rough life for these people in so many ways. the majority of guatemalans have never even the dump.
i see both the valley and the squatter’s settlements as places where Christ would have walked. he spent his time with the outcasts. he came to save his people, and that includes the people society would rather forget about and push away. i learned today that the Bible has many stories about people whose actions were detestable, yet God was there for them as well. even some of those whom we hold in high esteem as ”heroes of our faith” have a sordid past. stories that we tend to gloss over, or not even read. Christianity is much easier when we sugar coat it. but, when we take the time to dig into the scriptures and read those stories which make us uncomfortable, we see God’s power and love revealed to the outcast. so many times the outcast recognize God first. so many times God reveals himself to the outcast. what an incredible example for us to follow; we claim to be “Christ followers”, but i wonder how often, if ever do we truly reach out to those who are outcasts.
there is so much more i could say. so much more that i am “chewing on”. so many questions about the future. do i truly believe in His power? am i doing what God has called me to do, where he has called me too? mission work is not just visiting the poor in another country. right in our own backyards we have those we need Christ in a real way as well. mission work is more than just a week helping those less fortunate than us; it must be a lifestyle, right in our own neighborhood. we need to ask ourselves, “am i doing what God has called me to do, where he has called me too?”