Today is Fathers Day. I'm glad I thought ahead and celebrated with my dad and Matt before I left. I did talk to Dad today. Rachel bought a bundle of international airtime so she could call him. We went to church a little early today. The men were serving breakfast and lunch and leading everything this morning in honor of Fathers Day. This isn't a normal thing but something that Rodgers is encouraging. I had several culture lessons today.
What stuck out to me the most was crayons. Rachel teaches the kids Sunday school up to 4th grade. She said normal is anywhere between 4 and 30 kids aged preschool to 4th. This week we had 20. She did a lesson, we sang a fun song, and colored. When I saw her putting crayons out I couldn't help but notice how small, few, and broken they were. My very American response was to fix it. I can easily buy her several boxes of crayons and send them with my parents when they come or I could go to the store with her here and buy some. But then my mind went through so many things. First of all, the fact that the church and team school I am part of have boxes and drawers of crayons that aren't being used. So many of them won't be used because they are "broken" but they are bigger and so many more than this class has. Then I thought, I could bring those here because these kids won't care. But no, we shouldn't be giving the things we would throw away. We should be giving the things we would want our own kids to have. And then I came to the point of, what's wrong with broken crayons? There's nothing wrong with these crayons. They work just fine and these kids enjoyed it. Every child in that class except one colored a picture. The one was coloring on the chalkboard with tiny pieces of chalk. There's nothing to fix except my own eyes. Not to say I won't ever send her crayons for her class but if I do it won't be because it needs to be fixed.
Perspective is important. My perspective is being shifted.
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