The Poor Among Us

Today I have a special surprise for my readers. Never before has this happened. I have invited a guest blogger to post on my website. *gasp* No, I'm not being lazy this week. I wanted you to hear a very important message from my guest. In fact, you may know her already if you live in Cowley County. Her name is Janelle Keith and she is a morning disc jockey for The House FM radio station (89.7 FM), among other things.

According to Janelle, "I serve both stations as Promotions Director and am co-host for the "McCoy in the Morning" show on The House. I live in Perry, OK with my husband Terry. My son Shayne attends OSU. My daughter Lindsay is now living in Denver, CO with her husband Billy, who is a First Officer for Great Lakes Airlines. I have a passion for spreading the word about the ministries that God has entrusted to the staff of The House FM and Praise 88.7. I love seeing lives changed for the cause of Christ."

Janelle traveled to the Dominican Republic on a mission trip last summer. A trip she describes as "life-changing." Here is her entry:

I have never been what I consider rich, at least by the world’s standards. For one reason or another, God has not allowed it. That’s ok with me, who needs worldly “riches” anyway? That is a new attitude for me, one that is different than what I had a few months ago.

This past summer I had the opportunity to go on a mission trip to the Dominican Republic. It was my first international trip and I was very excited. This is something I had prayed about for years, but didn’t take the opportunity to go on a trip until now. It just so happens that I work at a Christian radio station and we were partnering with Mission of Mercy, Colorado Springs, CO to gather a team together to do light construction, Vacation Bible School and other activities. I was asked to go as part of the radio team. When the email came in “Would you like to go?” needless to say, I didn’t have to think twice about it.

Bringing special skills really wasn’t necessary, just a willing heart to serve. I already had that. I have been a “server” at church for years on the host team, special projects, part of a church plant and such. So as I began to prepare for the trip, it seemed easy. On the to-do list was get a passport, shots, finalize paperwork, and talk to friends to gather donation items to take along for the kids. I had also prayed for God to do a work in me and in my heart. Not knowing what was ahead, I prayed that God would break down the walls in me as well as the other team members, that we would love those we were going to serve. With charged-up ambitions and motivations, 32 team members from 8 states boarded planes to converge on destination Santiago, DR to make a difference in the lives of children. Little did I know that I would be the one changed by those seven days.

The week started off great with team devotions. The first night our trip leader shared, Matthew 26:1, which says, "For ye have the poor always with you." I thought, “Yeah, that is what we came for, to serve the poor.” After all, we were in a developing country. Wasn’t it expected we would see the poor side of communities, cities, and people? I thought I was ready for that. I wasn’t.

At the Mission of Mercy child development center, we got right to work with the locals sanding, painting and making cement from scratch. They don’t have access to a lot of resources, so they have to do regular construction the “old fashioned way”. It was ok. I was prepared to work hard and sweat. There were breaks in the work for playing with the kids. We were encouraged to do that as one way of showing them love, connecting through a common interest. In the DR, baseball is huge. One baseball, a glove and a bat have magnetic powers to bring out kids and adults, like a colony of ants. So pick-up baseball games or just playing catch can be an opportunity to meet the families that live there.

The week also included some home visits. I understood the living conditions would be different. After all this was not America. So our trip leader took us on a journey in the neighborhood to see the culture, the environment, and the people who lived there. We set out with our cameras and fanny packs, loaded with curiosity and questions. In a way, I felt a little like a tourist. We stood out to these people, different for sure, as we were well dressed, even in our work clothes. We were in a pack, clustered together as if we were at the zoo, looking at the animal exhibits or a bunch of foreigners seeing a manufacturing plant of some new breakthrough technology. Curious to soak up as much as we could, we pressed into their world; most of us had not seen anything like it.

There were people just standing outside their cement block and tin houses. There, in their dirt front yards, trash was everywhere. There were banana trees growing in the most inconvenient places. Children were holding mangoes-- their one meal of the day. People with hungry faces watched the parade of Americans pass by. We stopped at the house of a tutor, one of the teachers for the center. She was proud to show us her three-room living space. Her house boasted a homey feeling despite the exceptional bare cement floor, one bed -- shared by her and two small kids, which also served as her closet -- a small kitchen with several fly-covered pots, and a TV perched atop of the small refrigerator. That was it. No bathroom. There was no running water. She was most hospitable by letting us come in, and take pictures of everything. As I stood there and listened to her story through the interpreter, I was reminded of the verse given to us at the beginning of the week. "For ye have the poor always with you." Yes, by American standards she was poor. She was definitely living on the front lines of poverty. But as I heard her testify of her future, she had hope. She wanted to go back to school to learn how to be a nurse. She wanted to provide a bright future for her kids. She wanted to continue to work at the center to make a difference for the kids that attended. She had hope in her eyes, she had joy in her heart. Though she was surrounded by a reality that had gripped me, she lacked nothing in spirit. She had hope, she had everything.

Crouched outside her door, God broke my heart. Tears streamed down my face as I thought of all that I had at home, my family, my kids, my job, my church. She had everything that matters, and I felt as if I was lacking. I saw poverty face to face. My heart broke again and again. I saw “the least of these” in their faces and I was changed. I was in tears again today with the conviction that I have so much. So who are the poor among us? I came away from those seven days knowing that in many ways I was.

Wow! Powerful stuff. Thanks, Janelle! Make sure to surf over to Janelle's blog ( or listen to her on the radio (89.7FM or anywhere in the world at I know Janelle would love to hear your comments on her post.


Reminder: The February meeting of the Cowley County Writers Guild will meet at 6:30 p.m. Thursday, February 17, 2011 in the meeting room of the Ark City Public Library. This month we will be discussing incorporating the five senses in your writing: touch, sight, smell, taste and sound. Please bring paper and pen/pencil for exercises. Everyone is invited, regardless of style, experience or age.


Female in Motion Exercise Update: I did three disco aerobic workouts last week, plus two sessions of snow shoveling. Ah, the glories of home ownership! Also, The Hubster and I are trying some new chair exercises to help him regain some mobility. I'll keep you posted.


Notable Quote:

"Food. Water. Shelter. Air. Sleep. Societal inflation has expanded need into greed. Suddenly the basic survival needs also include a cell phone, cable TV, and French manicured fingernails.... We've become the absolute biggest whiners of all human history with the absolute smallest justification for whining."--Charlie Diekatze, author
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