March Break Camp 2011

Check out a recap of our March Break Camp 2011 (you may see a familiar face!):

Goong Hay Fat Choy!

CHINESE NEW YEAR @ Camp Victory. Trying out different chinese snacks, learning how to use chopsticks, and getting red pockets (with candy and chocolate coins inside)

priorities

another fun conversation with some of my 5 and 6'ers, and 7 and 8's:

their take on priorities:

1. God

2. Spelling

3. Friends

4. Girlfriend/Boyfriend

Makes sense, no?

tiny fists and feet

Since my arrival in September, I have been heading up a team in running an afterschool program with our children in the community of Rexdale. There are many jobs and duties that come with my role, but probably the most dominant and identifiable responsibility the position requires of me, at least in the eyes of the kids, is that of the last line of discipline. Our kids go through a system of warnings and precautions when they act out of line or misbehave during program, and in doing so, we hope we are providing them with a rare type of love that sets their self-potential higher than those around them, and even themselves, may have assumed. Out of the twenty kids in our program, every single one knows that the last thing they want to do is be sent by another leader to MC (aka me), because MC has the power to suspend them from camp. At the end of all the warnings available to our kids, the very last line of discipline means a trip to the dreaded office where I, MC, give them their final warning and let them know I will be watching them and how they behave, and if I have to talk to them one more time, I will have to take further action, usually involving a suspension or coming in some sort of contact with their parents.

It is an interesting role, in many cases, being the “bad guy”. Kids can say some pretty nasty things when they are mad at you, and, at the end of the day, although they are just words, kids can have a pretty lasting effect on your emotional state. I have been told many times by a variety of kids that camp was better when I wasn’t there, and it would be better if I never came. How much they hate camp and hate me and the other leaders is also a pretty popular option. Most of the times, a kid may be having a bad day, and it shows in his or her behaviour. And, as mentioned above, they usually end up being sent to me; eyebrows furled, arms crossed, and a big frown on their face. You could have zero interaction with them the whole day, and still you, ironically enough, embody the entire reason why today is the worst day of their life. Usually once or twice a day, I become the empty canvas at least one of my kids will project all the struggle or stress they experience in their life at home or their life at school upon.

But the question is why? Why, in a world and society where you learn at an early age that you do not disrespect your elders, your authority, would you dare take that chance? My kids are not stupid; if anything, each probably has way more common sense than the average 5-10 year old. Many of them, in any other context would not dare fight back or argue against anyone with the power to discipline them because they know the chances of their consequence being nice for them is not in their favour. So then why do they take that risk against us? Especially with myself, the one who holds the final say, and with one phone call or visit to their house, can send them back home to a very unhappy parent.

I think it is because my kids feel something different at camp; something maybe they are not as used to. Perhaps its because our kids are surrounded by leaders, by men and woman of authority and power, who are not easily swayed to give up on them. So many of our kids are given a bad rap before they can even walk solely based on the community they live in, the colour of their skin, or the history of their families. For many of them, they are used to being given up on; they are used to people telling them success is unachievable; they are used to people telling them to set their standards low. But when they come to camp, there is something different in the air: discouragement is replaced by encouragement, low standards and expectations are replaced with higher ones, doubt and skeptism are replaced by trust, and hope becomes the new banner they live under; even if it is just for two hours a day in which they spend with us.

So when they attack me (both with words and with their tiny fists and feet), I think they do so because they know I am big enough to take it. They know that no matter what they say to me, no matter how much they throw at me, they know I won’t stop loving them. I think they are not afraid to unload all their anger and frustration on me, as well as my other leaders, because they know we see beyond it all and can still see a beautiful boy or girl beyond the distractions. I think they choose to hate us sometimes because they know we are the only ones that would care.

For the past couple months, just starting off, it has been a blessing to be able to be that person for so many of these kids; to be someone they can vent to, and at the end of the day allow them to still come out encouraged or, at least, with the sense that they are loved by someone. And with every blessing, the more and more I interact with the kids, the more I see myself in them. The more and more I work with kids, who wear their hearts on their sleeves, the more and more I realize how impatient I am, how short sighted I sometimes perceive situations, how so often I need to be loved when I deserve anything but it.

The more and more my kids feel more comfortable to yell at me, the more and more they learn to trust me, to understand how much I love them. Who is that in your life? Who is big enough to “take it”; to handle your tiny fists and feet?

tune from the east

beauty in the form of a song:

Foy Vance: Gabriel and the Vagabond

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4cjCuUQUwI

although it's been said, many times, many ways...

Highschool is an interesting time because so much of it is geared towards allowing students to grow and become equipped for the "real world"; there is so much planning and constructing of the curriculum and classroom to ensure that young men and women retain vital and useful information. Highschool was one of the most beneficial times in my life as far as learning and growing, but sometimes I must sit back, analyze, and laugh at what has stuck with me to this day. The actual teaching, I remember only selections of it, but the things that could not be planned: the intangibles, the moments, and the memories, have stuck with me and taught me an infinite amount of lessons.

However, one of the few things I remember well was an experiment I did many times in science class: titration tests. Now, granted, I barely remember the purpose of such an experiment other than the fact that I was looking for some sort of "breaking point" of a substance with another. Nonetheless, it was a tedious task: you would start with one substance, and, one drop at a time, would add another substance. With each drop, you would record if there had been any change. Now the frustrating part of this experiment is that, eventually, twenty or thirty drops in, the substance being added to would finally change colour: this exact drop was the mystery number each student was trying to discover. It always bothered me, being the impatient type, that the change, although gradual (in the realm of chemistry and science, a world I lack familiarity in), would only become visible to me within a single instance; that I could not escape dramatic change.

The past half year, in my life, has been one of dramatic change. For starters, I have gone from being a full time student (since the tender age of 5 years old), to being a full time employed worker; no longer do I worry about marks or grades, homework or exams. Instead, my time is now occupied by planning and running programs for children, social interactions with colleagues and parents, and raising money for every situation and scenario. Another change that has occurred is in the plans for my future; my "five year plan" has been significantly shaken and confused. Now, being in ministry, being single, and devoting most of my time in the city of Etobicoke, on the complete opposite side of Toronto I thought I'd be, the future has become something of uncertainty, unknowingness, and frazzled excitement. On top of all this, the nature of many of my friendships, relationships, and interactions with both people and places around me have changed; a natural transformation which can be described, neither as good nor bad but rather, as different.

And now December is here, and Christmas is only a couple days away; the question I must ask is "what has changed?". Sure, it has been a gradual progression, but this year seems to draw some significant differences, or changes in my mood and manner. As a child, Christmas meant everything to me: the gifts, the joy of making and consuming Christmas cookies, the excitement of having family come over every Christmas for a complete day of fun. Christmas movies and music defined the season, and even while I have never enjoyed shopping, experiencing the Christmas cheer in malls became a pleasant routine. Even the Christmas Eve service at my church: sure, the message was a bit dry and the songs were split into three languages, only one of which I knew, there was something magical about the night; something exciting, something joyful.

So what has changed? As much as I hate to admit it, it may be that I am growing up; getting older. The malls now sometimes make me feel lost: the busyness of people who have no intention to grasp the "christmas spirit", and the overwhelming joys of consumerism and materialism have made malls a place I tend to steer away from. Our Christmas day traditions, although still great, have become shorter and quieter. No longer are there the laughter and joys of children playing, as myself and all my cousins have all grown up. I used to have so much energy every year, but in the past couple December 25th, I find myself taking a nap in the afternoon due to exhaustion. I used to also bank on the fact that Christmas was a time of universal peace and joy; that whether you were religious or not, believing or unbelieving, Christmas was a time when humanity drew together as one. But the less ignorant I become and the more I see the world, I realize that this is not true. There is still suffering, there is still pain and sorrow (sometimes even more so during the holidays), in the season of "joy to the world". Christmas, sadly, can sometimes become a mask for many that keeps our lives and our outlook of the world peaceful, simple, and safe.

While this may seem extremely depressing, this is not my intent. Christmas is still happy; it is still something of beauty and joy. But we change; we as humans change; and along with this change, so our thoughts, ideas, and perspectives follow. Does this mean Christmas changes as well? While we all hope to instil the anxious child in us, waiting for Santa Clause to arrive, we eventually cannot deny the fact that this child has grown up. Is it for the kids, not yet tainted? Do we go through the rituals, go through the stories every year, to give our younger generation their fair share?

In the season of Christmas, things change. Our traditions and our memories become lost, or at the very best, altered. Similarly, our moods and feelings are so fleeting. Even the story of Christmas and of Christ's birth, it is something we, as humans, have become so accustomed to: a "holy" story made for a "holy" occasion; I mean, isn't it that much more comforting and relieving to reflect on the manger, baby Jesus, as we sit by a Christmas tree and drink egg nog? No offence to anyone, but isn't it harder to reflect on the peaceful setting of Christ's arrival in Bethlehem in July? The story of Christ's birth is not something new; similarly it's not a new idea that we try to keep the "Christ" in "Christmas; in fact it's so familiar and so popular, that it has become a ploy of the media and the world.

But, I think the answer, one I've been learning in the last couple days, is from Luke 2: "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favour rests". Christmas time is not as much about remembering the gift of Jesus, but reflecting on the everlasting and constant promises we claim as God's people. The gift of Jesus, His birth and descending onto the earth is not an isolated event, nor is His life, birth, ministry, death, and resurrection, an isolated collection of event. Rather, it is part of the grand story of Luke 2: the story of earth, where lies men, whom God's favour, for some illogical and unknown reason, rests.

In an ever changing season, a time that becomes new and old with every year, what do we hold on to? What remains consistent? It's not the sounds and sights, it's not the memories and traditions. I am learning that what remains consistent is the ongoing story of God's love for humanity: the one that did not begin in the manger, and the one that certainty does not end at the cross. Don't get me wrong, the birth of Jesus is something to be praised; it is something to help us remember and remind us of the gift of our salvation. I am not saying that the story of the manger, or even the celebration of Christmas and the holidays is something we should ignore or belittle. I love Christmas, both the story of Christ coming and the celebration of the season, but these things are subsets, they are results of God's everlasting promise of love for humanity. Let us not forget that "peace on earth and goodwill to men" is not a result of December 25th, but a banner on which we, both believers and non-believers, all live under everyday.

discouragement versus encouragement

What is a leader? More specifically, what makes a good leader? I think it's safe to say that different groups of people require different leaders. An office team that is constantly trying to make deadlines needs a leader who is assertive and direct; there are no time for emotions and hurt feelings. The leader of a church, I often find, is one who is wise and trust-worthy; he or she is someone who empowers their congregation and leads them by example. On sports teams, a leader or captain is often the person that can motivate the team; one who pushes and challenges the group by mentoring players, giving them pep talks, or simply gets them going by playing harder.

Every since I have moved into my new role as a site supervisor for children with UrbanPromise Toronto (urbanpromise.com), I have been learning, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, what it means to be a good leader. Now, in my role, a good leader needs to embody several traits. Working with children, he has to be both sensitive and firm in his interaction with each one of them. Almost every child I've worked with does not respond well to yelling or harsh verbalization, and of course, because of this, effective changes in behaviours are not usually achieved in this way. At the same time, children lose focus quickly and often forget how they should act and why they should do so; this is when an effective leader needs to be firm. Sensitivity only gets you so far, especially if a child refuses to hold your hand and, at any moment, can run into a street with oncoming traffic. Another very important trait for a leader to have in my role is the ability to plan ahead, stay organized, and make decisions. Working with children, nothing is ever clean-cut, and it almost never plays by the book; children's moods change in an instance, and at any given time, one of them will need to go pee (and difficulties lie when "holding it" is not necessarily a skill-set they have learnt). Yet, at the same time, children need structure; without it they go crazy; and to always be 10 steps ahead of them is of the utmost importance.

Being blessed with free tickets for my entire camp (20 kids, 15, however, actually showed up) to the Toronto Marlies Game (for those that do not know, Toronto Maple Leafs Farm Team), all of Camp Victory, my leaders, and myself, travelled downtown to watch live. Now, this being my first full-camp field trip, with myself as the head leader and main point of contact, I, needless to say, learnt a great deal. Today was one of those days where, to simply put it, being a leader was hard. After we got back to the church and got all the kids home, I sat in the office slumped in my chair at the complete maximum of exhaustion. While I sat there, I could not help but think of all the discouragements I felt throughout the day. Here are some of them:

• I had hoped to get to the meeting spot an hour earlier than the kids so that I could print off information to give to my leaders (ie: kids contact information and emergency numbers). I also wanted to prepare first aid kits and buy extra bus tickets just in case any of my kids did not bring fare for the TTC. Unfortunately, I had a hard time sleeping the night before and woke up late, rushing to the church only half an hour before to get all this done. A very stressful way to start the day.
• A child who has been having problems listening at camp was dropped off by his mom for the trip. Despite knowing that he would be a handful and would need the complete devotion of a leader to stay with him at all times (a luxury we cannot really fulfill), I eventually conceded with his mom and took him on the trip. Because he is a hard kid to deal with, I decided that I was going to be that leader that spent the whole time with him. Not only did it make me completely exhausted, playing the role of his parent, friend, discipliner, entertainer, and comforter, but it also made it a lot harder for me to oversee all the kids and leaders.
• Today involved a lot of waiting and patience: a virtue most children do not have. Our commute was from Kipling and Finch, to Finch Station, subway to Union Station and streetcar to Exhibition Place...and when it was all over, go back. In total, this trip took us about 4 hours (2 hours each way) + a 3 hour game (this does not include all the extra random "waiting" times). On top of this, when we got to the arena, there was a mix-up, and the 2nd group that was joining us, who also had all the tickets, came late. This meant the children had to wait an extra half hour outside of the arena. Now when working with little kids, the last thing you want to do is have "dead time" in which there is nothing for the kids to do and the space which they can move in is extremely limited. During a lot of the trip, many of my kids grew restless and bored, and were not afraid to show it through their actions. Naturally this seemed to reflect poor organizing and planning on my part.
• Throughout the day, I constantly felt like I was doing a poor job as a leader. One example of this is when we were in the bus and my kids, being restless, were starting to get a bit loud. One person in the bus turned around and announced to me in a rather belittling way that these children do not have to be this loud, and that he had 3 kids at home who had much better manners.
• The Marlies lost 3-1.

But as I sat there longer I questioned if the whole day really was a complete failure. I questioned if anything actually good happened today and if it was really rational to count this day as a loss. Here are some positive encouraging things that came to mind:

• Many of our kids are not exposed to many new things. They do not leave their community much and do not often get the opportunity to explore the various parts of their city while being supervised by trained and responsible adults. One of my kids informed me today that she had never been downtown in her entire life. On top of this, with hockey being such a big part of Toronto, free tickets to a live game are nearly impossible to get. The fact that the kids got to see a live hockey game in one of the most lively parts of Toronto, an opportunity they will probably never get again, is pretty awesome.
• The kids loved the game, all for different reasons. Some were very engaged in the actual game itself, others just liked chanting "Lets go Marlies!" at the top of their lungs. A bunch of the kids made their way down to meet the cheerleaders and basically ambushed them all asking for autographs on their flags (which they got for free), hands, and some, even shoes. As if our 50 free tickets to the game was not enough, almost every kid loved when they discovered that one of the concession stands was giving away free hot dogs; once the word got out to my girls and boys, another ambush occurred, this time on the hot dog lady. After the game, another stand we found was giving out free pizza...the children, still excited and happy to take it, ambushed lighter (probably because they were all so full from the hot dogs). Either way, what an experience for them: again something new, but also just the mere feeling of being blessed with so many things.
• The kid who had been having difficulties, and that I spent my time with today, warmed up to me throughout the day. Usually this child does not speak to most leaders and is not willing to engage anyone in conversation; almost as if he is in his own “5 year old world”. But sitting with him everywhere and holding his hand anytime we walked, he eventually began to trust me, seeing me as someone who cared and loved him. I gave him my camera on the bus and during the game and he loved to take pictures and show them to me. He also cried and did not want me to go when I had to leave the group to check on the tickets, asking him to stay with one of the other leaders.
• Many of the leaders that I lead are new to this job (and some even new to the country, being missionaries from Germany) and new to their responsibilities with the children. Although there were a couple things that could have been improved, overall, as a team, we worked pretty well together. Given the context of the trip, all in all, each leader worked hard and was able to take care of the children they were responsible for. To add to that, being on the bus and train with them for so long, they were also able to connect with the kids and develop deeper relationships with them individually.

What I have been realizing is that we, as human beings, allow our vision to so easily be clouded by the negatives and discouragements in our lives. We go through life pondering how we can improve, things we wish were different, and mulling over the mistakes we have made in the past. It is almost as if all the things that are going wrong in our lives contaminate our whole being, and the fact of this simple impurity is enough to define the answer to the question we are always asked: “how are you doing?”.

Yet I think often times we overlook all the good things which occur in our lives. Of course it is not always the case, and sometimes there are a lot of things just not going well for us. But it is important to note that it is in our nature to focus and zone in on the negative, and I question how many good things, truly positive and encouraging things in our daily living, we overlook or disregard because we are so focused on the “bad”. Today, I realized that, sure, things were tough and at times I felt like I was going to break down and fall apart. But all in all, when I think of what we accomplished today; all the things are going to matter and mean something to myself, my leaders, and most importantly, my children 10 years down the road; it is hard to stay discouraged and bummed out.

And maybe that’s what it means to be a good leader: a person that can take all the discouragement, all the struggles, all the pain and failures and mistakes; a person that can take all those things, bundle them, and put them to the side. A person that doesn’t throw those away or completely disregard them, but does not let them get in the way of all the good things that are going on as well. A good leader, maybe, is someone who acknowledges the negative, but does not lose his or her footing by holding on to the positive. Maybe that good leader is one who realizes that it is the positive that stabilizes their motivation to keep going, dispelling all the day-to-day discouragements he or she may encounter.

Yes, one of the discouragements today was that the Marlies lost 3-1. The Maple Leafs, however, are on a hot streak, which to me suggest that the encouragement is that Brian Burke and Ron Wilson picked the right people for the Leafs, and dumped the wrong people with the Marlies.