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"Team Paraguay"- (r-l, back to front) Rebecca Willms - Niagra on the Lake, ON; Krista Shue Mast - Goshen, IN/ Kidron, OH; Tyler Doerksen - Prescott Valley, AZ; Scott Bergen - Winnipeg, MB; Dorothea Toews - Winnipeg, MB; Craig Mast - Goshen, IN/Smithville, OH. (Note that you can spy... check on other members' blogs by clicking their name).

To realize the worth of the anchor, we need to feel the stress of the storm.

 It's hard to be away from family and friends, especially when life changing events are taking place back at home.  On the 31st of March, my mom had a routine hysterectomy with plans to perform it laproscopically.  When the pathology reports came back several days later showing cancer, it was our new Paraguayan community that surrounded me with love, and prayer.  And though it may be a little bit longer post, I'd like to share with you all what has been consuming most of my thoughts as of late.  (I hope it's not too descriptive for some of you!) 

      On March 31st, my mom went in for a laproscopic hysterectomy.  After calling my Dad 2.5 hours after the surgery, and have him tell me that they still were not finished, how could I not worry?  I remembering praying just at that moment, for God to take control of the surgery, and to guide all of the actions of the doctor.  Finally 4 hours since the start of the surgery, we got a call from my Dad saying that the surgery did not go as planned, and that unfortuantely they were unable to perform the surgery laproscopically, as she began to bleed quite heavily, and a traditional cut was made to complete the surgery.  She had lost a descent amount of blood, and would have a recovery time 4 weeks longer than what we had originally excepted with the laproscopic surgery.  We were all so dissapointed to hear the news.

      Two weeks later the pathology reports came back, positive for uterine cancer.  What we had thought to be a surgical mistake, had been in the plans all along.  The master surgeon was just at work!  The fact that they were unable to perform the surgery laproscopically, but in fact in the traditional way, made it possible for the doctor to remove the, unknown at the time, cancerous uterus and cervix beautifually attachted together, without exposing any nasty cancerous cells.  

      Since one ovary was left in order to give hormones, however this specific type of cancer just happened to "feed" off of this hormone, they then decided to remove this also on May 8.  Although this surgery too went very long, it was done this time laproscopically, and are hoping for a shorter recovery.  The plans are still in-tact for both of them to travel here for Mennonite World Conference.  

      During this time of emotional rollar-coasters, I had felt nothing but support and love from people in our Paraguyan church, Nueva Vida (New Life).  Public prayers in church were made for my mom, and for hospital personel that would preform the surgeries, concerned church members weekly asked me for updates, and many phone calls and text messages were sent to me letting me know that they were praying for her, and to pass on words of encouragement to her.  It didn't take much, but just a, "we're praying for you and your family", to make me feel so much more at peace.  

      I was humbled by the response from people that were complete strangers to us only 7 months ago.  "We all know Krista, we don't know her mom, but God does.  And he knows what we mean when we pray for Krista's mom", they said.  I felt love through these people in Paraguay, the same way that I know I would have felt the same love and support from my home congregation of East Goshen Mennonite, or Kidron Mennonite.  

      We recieved in March a little daily devotional guide that I've really appreciated, especially during this time.  On April 21, we recieved good reports about the progression of the cancer, on the same day the devotional theme was, "To realize the worth of the anchor, we need to feel the stress of the storm".  I believe God was manifested to me through his people as they supported me through prayer, conversation, scripture, a hug, squeeze, and laughter.  Although we still don't know if this cancer journey is  finished, I know that through all of the uncertainty and stress, God was working behind the scenes of it all.  

e To be quiet honest folks, I have no idea what to fill you in on. Life in Paraguay is just wonderful right now. The days are getting shorter, but also cooler. Relationships with neighbors, students, church members and host families continue to build. The hair on my head continues to grow, just as waistbands shrink and expand with every additional ¨chipa¨ (bagelish bread made from corn flour and cheese) that´s eaten. You only live in Paraguay once, right?!

As April comes to a close, it´s been a busy month for Craig and I. Well, the first 11 days were lazily spent on a group vacation-Visa renewal time in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and then to Montevideo, Uruguay. Once we returned, all our free time from teaching, was spent in the Mennonite World Conference offices entering registration forms from the Carribean, Central and South America. The deadline for Paraguay was March 31, unfortunantely the day we all left for vacation. We came back to see hundreds of registrations waiting for us to enter. In the month of April alone, they´ve told us that we registered close to 2,000 people for the conference. It´s coming up folks! :) As of right now the running total is around 4,000 people in total, 1,500 being from Paraguay. They hope, and are expecting this number to continue to rise in the near future. (We´re getting to the point where there´s not much else BUT a near future.)

Feel free to check out our new pictures on blogger, and rest assured that we are still alive.

The Expectation of Service

There are many things that I don't remember about my wedding day. It was so full of activities, special people, and the pressure of the big day! But one thing that I do remember in our meditation by Todd Martin, was the challenge to "out serve each other". Don't let the other person get away with doing more acts of service for you. Our first year of marriage was a piece of cake, what wouldn't I do for my honey? The second year was still sweet, but a little bit more down to earth. Now, our third year we're having to be much more creative.


Ever since a little girl, I've had this notion that just because I'm female doesn't mean I am placed on earth to serve men and have babies. If there is one thing that can get me going quicker than a... (insert analogy) it's for someone to tell me, "Because you're a female, you should do this." I knew that before coming to Paraguay I would face some of this mind set, but honestly, how do you prepare for it? And yet after nearly six months I still cringe everyday when I hear Berta telling me, "Krista, serve your husband", "Krista, wash the dishes for your husband".

I want to be the first person to say, I have no problems scooping up food for Craig, or even washing his dishes. It is special to serve a person out of choice and love. It's just when people tell me to do it, I want to run away and scream! It turns me bitter to any and all forms of service to my husband. Normally, an act of service like washing his plate, or serving soup for him would be just that, an act of service. But when it's an expectation to do so, is it still service?
So this is what we have. I have the expectation that I am to serve my husband, while he is told to sit at the table and wait for the food. If Craig in turn tries to serve me, or wash the dishes, he is corrected, and he's even experienced the slap of the hand for such an outragous venture. So the ever so simple terms of service that we practiced before are now stripped away, leaving us with only a challege of what to do next. Without denied access to the kitchen, zero budget, and the cultural expectations...what do we do now Todd? How do you out serve your spouse under these terms? It really has been something that we've both been struggling with.

Slowly but surely we're both getting past these cultural terms. After much encouragment from Craig, I've pushed it aside as much as I can. I'm trying to change my attitude with the whole situation. We're starting new service adventures like, walking with each other to the bus stop, attending each other's classes, carrying the heavier bookbag, making the bed, or helping with laundry --wringing out pants by hand is a bugger!

Everything in life is there to build your charater, right Dad? And I bet God is having a good laugh watching me squirm under those words, "Craig sit down. Krista, serve your husband".

Everything in life we can learn from, but honestly, does it have to be this? I will admit that it will be interesting to see how this experience of "forced service" will influence our marriage, and culture of service.

I'd love to hear some feedback on this one. krista.craig@gmail.com

A Quick Update!

We've had a little break from the updates, but we're still kickin'! Things are still going very well for us. Although many of the numbers are down for our classes now that summer break has finished and school has started up again, we're enjoying the classes when we teach. With our free time, and there really is a heafty amount, we're picking up more students to teach one on one which has been a lot of fun to see them learn at their own pace, but also to build more of a relationship with them.

We have also started to pick up a few more hours at the Mennonite World Conference offices, helping with registration for the Carribean, and Central/South America. It has been a lot of fun to see so many names come in from so many different countries. It's also been fun to see other people's names that are doing service in these countries, registering.--From people I went to college with, to other Radical Journey groups! The deadline for Paraguayan registration is March 31, so we're expecting to have a decent influx of forms come in around, and after this date.

We are finally starting to get some relief from the heat. The sun is still strong during the days, but at least at night it cools off to a nice sleeping temperature, and our mattress is no longer constantly hot! There are still a few green mangoes hanging on the trees, but I've been told, it's very late in the season to see this. The fruits that are now in season are starfruit, guava, avocado, and soon will be grapefruit, and oranges. Pineapples, and bananas are basically ripe whenever there's heat, which is most of the year in Paraguay!

Like I said, schools are now back in session, and that goes for CEMTA (the Mennonite seminary) as well. They have started an English class on campus with one of our team members, Scott, teaching it. Although he was excited for the opportunity to teach, so were the students. 42 students, all at different levels of speaking, flocked to the first class. This not only made Scott a bit more than nervous, but also gave him no other choice but to divide the class. Craig will now be teaching this upcoming Wednesday at CEMTA to help lighten the load. I think it will be a great experience for a number of different reasons for both Craig and Scott.

Holy week is coming up, and all of the schools have cancelled their classes. During this week also falls our three month visa renewal, so we're taking the opportunity again to see a little bit more of the world. This time we're traveling together as a group, first to Buenos Aires, Argentina, and then taking a boat across to Uruguay. (Surprisingly, it's cheaper that way.) We're all looking forward to the trip and some time together.

Craig and I also want to say thank you for all of the cards, and packages. Without a doubt we feel supported and loved even from so far away. Thanks!

A Day of Instruction...

  While posting another thrilling History of Paraguay post (some university will publish it... you watch), I realized that much to my chagrin, there is nothing on here about what we do here or how it's going.  I'll give you a quick run-down.

   It's Tuesday morning, and the cheap cell phone Krista and I bought starts an obnoxious beeping to inform us that it's 6:30.  After counting my new mosquito bites, I shower quickly and sit down to eat breakfast quickly with Krista and Berta before I have to be out the door by 7:00 or 7:15.

  It really doesn't matter exactly what time I leave.  This is because it will always be 30 seconds too late and the Line 18 bus will pass by while I'm waiting to cross the road.  Then I wait 15-30 minutes for the next bus 18 to come and whisk me away to the Mennonite World Conference headquarters about 30-45 minutes away.

  Krista and I have started volunteering there lately with our free time in the mornings entering registrations into the database.  It's a decent excuse to sit somewhere for three or four hours and listen to NPR on the internet.

  On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I make sure that some combination of buses and walking gets me to Emanuel Mennonite Church by 3:00pm.  The conference offices of CONEMPAR (the Spanish-speaking Mennonite conference) are behind the church and that's where class #1 takes place with Dario.  He's the conference treasurer, and requested an individual conversation class to keep up his nearly fluent English skills.

  At 4:00 my first class of beginning English students arrive.  Lisa, Antonio, Jemima, Dámaris, Joanna, Graciela, and Yolanda come through the door with a "Hello teacher!", which is something that I've gathered everyone in Paraguay learned in high school English.

  I generally run class like this:  We spend 5 to 10 minutes talking about what day it is, what day yesterday was, next month, last month, etc., and about the weather.  Then, 15 minutes is devoted to grammar exercises.  After the grammar, I try and wake them up by having a 15 minute section of responding to commands.  The guys in the picture below (from the class at my other church) are going up the stairs and down the stairs.  We spend the remainder of the one hour class working at vocabulary through a Bible reading or sometimes songs. 

  This process gets repeated at Emanuel at 6:30, and at Amistad Mennonite Church on Mondays and Fridays at 6:30 pm.  Generally, the students who are taking time to study and practice outside of class are improving very quickly.  

  After class, I typically take two buses home because of the dark, and end up back at home for supper at 9:00.  All the time spent on buses (at least 2 hours a day) has been a good opportunity to keep up with reading.  I just finished John Grisham's "Runaway Jury" in spanish, with bus tickets as my bookmarks.  

  Curious about something else that we do?  Shoot me an e-mail and I'll tell you about it.

 

HISTORY OF PARAGUAY, PART III: No, Oligarchy is not a Butterfly

  

After about a hundred years of galavanting across the continent, the Spaniards finally managed to firmly entrench their system of governance throughout most of South America.  Now, I know the title was slightly more specific, but this portion of the History of Paraguay could really be expanded to include the history of the whole continent, even Portuguese Brazil.  You see, to overly generalize as this thread has been good at doing, the Spanish really came to the "New World" for three reasons.  In no particular order, they were:

-God

-Gold

-Glory

  Taken in reverse order, many a young explorer was led to step on a ship outbound from Europe in order to make himself famous back home.  Be the next Cortez, Pizarro, or Coronado.  (If you don't know those three, don't worry, they aparently didn't do their job of becoming well known well enough.  Just know they were famous at the time.)  They were driven on by the stories of riches and particulary, cities made out of gold.  And, in order to legitimize their ventures further, a lot of ships drug along Catholic missionaries.

  When the Spaniards set up their colonies in South America, they imposed the then current medieval feudal system on their newly declared native citizens.  Known as encomiendas, this system "employed" (let's be honest: enslaved) native South Americans on farms, in mines, and in other domestic labors in exchange for the protection and the "Christian Civilization" that the Spaniards provided.  It also VERY IMPORTANTLY, set the precendent for the Latin American geo-political reality of oligarchy.  This word just means that 10% of the people own 90% of everything, and everyone else has to deal with it.  Trust me, this will come back to haunt our discussion more than once before I manage to catch us up to 2009.  

  The colonists were required to instruct the idigenous population in Catholicism.  However, aside from this religous favor, life on the encomienda was generally the opposite of heaven.  Stories of oppression from the sugar plantations of the Caribbean or the gold and silver mines of Peru are not really for your child right before bed.  But Paraguay's idigenous population managed to escape the harsh treatment that was found elsewhere in South America.  Why?

  In short, there was nothing in Paraguay.  Really.  No sugar plantations, no gold or silver mines.  But like I've said before, there were women, and the fact that the Spanish married more than one of them often enough meant that if they oppressed anyone, it would most-likely be their mother or father-in-law.  Now, the book I'm using calls the encomiendas that existed in Paraguay "benign" because of this.  I suppose the term is relative.  Being enslaved and forced to work so that your colonial master can be rich, own the land, and eat all he wants while you live on scraps is probably "benign" when compared to having your hands chopped of for not harvesting sugar fast enough.  But I'm still not sure if the worker in the first setting would refer to his lot as "benign".        

  So once again, Paraguay was different from the rest of the Spanish New World.  Racial integration, "benign" feudal system.  Two more things to note on this theme before I close up shop.  In the rest of Central and South America, the discriminatory policies of the Spanish Crown applied also to the racially mixed offspring of the colonists and their new found friends.  However, in Paraguay, everyone ignored these laws and treated Paraguayans of mixed origin as though they had the same rights as purely European Spaniards.  Secondly, reliant on this racially progressive outlook, Paraguay appointed its first "mestizo" govenor in 1602.  Things were looking good for interracial cooperation.  Could it be derailed?  Find it out in, HISTORY OF PARAGUAY, PART IV: Blame the Jesuits.