It was my first time to visit Indonesia and my first time to tag along with an international disaster relief agency to learn more about how to mobilize volunteers in Japan. An earthquake had hit the area around Jogjakarta and we were traveling to remote villages that had not yet received much help. As we pulled up in vans filled with tarps, food and supplies, we were greeted by the leaders of the village who thanked us for coming to help them. This was a Christian village but we were eager to bring help to the Muslim village next to it as well. However, the village declined our help and told us that they would wait for Islamic Relief to arrive, so we went about unloading the vans and setting up tarps.
In the midst of all of this busy activity, I wandered around with my camera snapping pictures and without realizing it ended up in the neighboring Muslim village. Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder and I saw an elderly woman who was excitedly pointing to the back of a lean-to where her husband was lying in pain on the floor. It was obvious that he needed help, but I am not a doctor, nor even trained in emergency first-aid. Without any language ability I tried to explain that I had nothing to offer, when I realized that I did have my own personal first-aid kit. So with some trouble I gestured for them to take it and the elderly man’s son came and with great tenderness cared for his father’s sores.
It was about three days later when we once again checked in with the Christian village to see how they were doing. When we arrived we noticed a large group of elderly men in traditional clothing coming from the Muslim village and I asked our translator what was happening. ”A funeral, I suppose” she replied. I immediately thought it must be the old man and asked if she would accompany me to say a few words of condolence to his widow and son. After a short walk we found the son and it turned out that he also happened to be the chief responsible for the village. I told him that we also shared his loss and that if there was anything that we could do to let us know. It was at this point that he revealed to me that the other aid groups had never showed up and his village had only about three days food left for 80 people. I assured him that we were happy to help and then we agreed on a plan to bring the food and tarps that the village needed after dark, so that they could save face from receiving the supplies from a Christian group.
We are all part of larger entities that in some ways define who we are. We are Americans or Japanese or Indonesian. We are Christian, Muslim or Buddhist. We belong to churches or associations or companies. But beyond all of that we are all human with similar needs, similar hopes and similar problems. One of the great strengths of volunteers is that we can get past all of the obstacles of culture, religion, history and nationality and simply speak heart to heart with people.
I am strongly motivated by my Christian faith to help those who are hurting and to share the hope of Jesus Christ with both words and deeds. But I was surprised by the question of a Japanese man after we had sat together with a Buddhist monk and his family who had served their community during the tsunami. We had talked about the ordeal his family had been through and the difficulty that the community still faced and I told him that I would continue to pray for them. In the car later the Japanese man asked me, “You are Christian, and they are Buddhist… how can you care for them so much?” I told him simply, “We are both human.” We are not defined by our religion, but as being a human being who is both loved by God and loves others with that same love. The heart of a volunteer is to share this love.




The children play freeze tag as pairs – learning that two is better than one. Friendship is an important part of the healing process.
















Twitter
Youtube
Facebook