26 September 2012

Guest Post: Nikki Dreams in Magical Malaysia

Introducing Nikki from Life's Wonderful Happenings: Since right now I am away from my desk somewhere deep in the heart of China, I wanted to take this opportunity to introduce you to  my friend Nikki. Nikki is a gorgeous young twenty-something teacher from Wellington who is currently on her OE in London. Along the way she is experiencing the magic of travelling to other points of the compass, most recently a life-changing trip to Malaysia. Nikki's photos are always beautiful and quirky; her words often poetic. I've gotten to know Nikki behind the scenes of her blog, as we email encouragement to each other. Once she even sent me some chocolate all the way from London when she heard I was having a rough week. She's a sweet soul, and I hope you'll leave her some comment love (and maybe visit her blog and even *follow*...?)

Now here's Nikki...


I want to dream. I want to immerse myself into a magical land.

A land where you can tiptoe across the bridge, in the hopes that it will remain a secret; 

and as you reach the end, your tiptoes quickly turn into skips as you approach the tree, 
ready to take the force of the endless possibilities in a new realm...


Once you're through, they're there waiting for you. 
For you to perch on their wings whilst they guide you around this new land.


First stop is collecting the leaf of life.


Once you have that, you will be able to drink all the happiness, love and wisdom you need. 



The special wands? They're there to help fight off baddies; the anxiety, the stress, the worry.
The baddies disappear with one swift swipe, and erupt into beauty.



Beauty that makes us stronger.
Beauty that wants us to be loved and to love harder, and be happier than happy.


The journey isn't over yet. It's only just begun.
But this is a slice of what I want my safe place to look like.
It's my safe place. call the shots. I make the rules.

It can be a long road, but lets make it a good one; a positive one; an empowering one. 

It's whatever you want it to be. 

And the best thing of all? 
You can stand up at the end and say I did it



~

Beautiful. Thanks Nikki!




24 September 2012

My Part in the Story (the Miracle of CLS)


This is the Story of how I was part of something Bigger Than Me. How I was part of the answer, how I took part in a Miracle. It's the story of a scaredy cat who pushed past her fears, took some risks and DID something. It cost me. But it was worth it.
Hold onto your hats, it's a long story but I hope you'll read it through... this is how a miracle came from nothing but a dream and a scared shy girl who dared to try...



Scene One: A darkened movie theatre, 1994. The movie is Once were Warriors, a New Zealand story about alcohol, brutality, abuse and tragic loss.

I watch it with tears streaming down my face. After it has finished I stand in the foyer, tears still streaming, oblivious to the crowds. Back at home, the tears keep coming. I am broken by this movie. It is real. I know it's real. Right now, tonight in my town, there are kids suffering this story. What can I do???

I get down on my knees and pray next to my couch, as the tears fall. "God I don't know how you could use me to help kids like that. I'm just a pakeha girl from a nice christian family; I have no training, no experience. Nothing that would make me the obvious choice - but if you can use me to reach kids like those, then please do it!"

With this fateful prayer the wheels for a miracle are set in motion...

 

Scene Two: The Mercury Theatre, 1995.
I am now the youth pastor. Sitting on the carpeted steps after a youth event, a young girl is pouring her heart out to me. Her story is one of brokenness and abuse. She is 12 years old. Then comes those words: "You know that movie, Once Were Warriors? That movie is my life."

Something inside me clicks. I know that my prayer has been heard, and this girl is part of the answer to it. I still don't know how I can help, but it seems God is bringing broken kids across my path, just like I prayed.

Scene Three: The Youth Van, late 1996.

Our youth group is now filled with kids from broken backgrounds. So many times I have heard the identifying phrase "My life is Once Were Warriors"...

I still don't really know how to help them. I go to conferences, read books, ask other youth pastors... but mostly I just try to be there. Occasionally I have kids turn up on my doorstep, needing a safe place to stay. Often I cry at night and pray for answers: how can I help them??

It seems that midweek home groups, Saturday activities, Sunday church and the occasional camp is just not enough. They keep coming anyway. Nothing seems to change in their lives but they are always there, hanging out the front smoking and sometimes I wonder why??? Why do they come???

"Because its a safe place," one girl tells me.
In the van dropping some kids off home after youth group, I ask her, "How was school this week?"
"Dunno," she says, "I didn't go." Alarm bells go off. This kid has had the same answer for weeks... does she ever go to school???

"Why should I?" is her reply. "I already know I'm dumb. My mum tells me, my grandma tells me, my uncles tell me... why bother going to school just to prove what I already know?"


How do you reply to that??? She is 14 years old and never goes to school. What's more, she's not the only one.
She and her friends stay up late every night til the wee small hours. Tagging, clothes-lining (an alternative to shopping), drinking, sniffing paint. Where are their parents, you may well ask?

This girl's dad has never been around. Her mum had her young and has passed her on to various aunties and finally her invalid grandmother. Nobody cares what time she gets in. She has been to so many schools that the system has lost track of her. She never had a chance to learn to read and write properly so she truly believes she is dumb. She has been sexually abused by the boyfriends of various relatives during drunken parties. How do you help a kid like that????


Scene Four: The Church Offices, the following week.

I am sitting at Reception pouring my heart out to my good friend Val, who is this girl's homegroup leader.

We have phoned up every place we can think of to try and find an alternative for this girl to get back into education. She's too young for all the options we found. She will not return to regular high school because she just can't cope there - she's reading at a six-year-old level.

What do we do??? we wonder.
Then those fateful words...

"Wouldn't it be great if we could start something?" 
Something for kids who can't cope in school, who need extra help in a place where they know they are loved? We could have really great tutors, who they can relate to; they could learn in small groups so they wouldn't get lost in the crowd... we could pick them up and drop them off each day to make sure they get there... we could give them breakfast and lunch to make sure they aren't hungry and can learn... it could be creative! We could help them discover what they are good at, to build their confidence because they aren't dumb at all, they just got left behind...!

We are excited now, our words and ideas tumbling out... and it could have stayed just that. Words and ideas. A pleasant dream for the future... one day...
Except that we take our idea right then to one of our pastors. We knock on his door and spill out our dream. And he says: "Go for it!"

He says, "Write down your ideas and come back to me tomorrow!"
He says, "What will you call it???"
And I blurt out the first name that pops into my head: "Creative Learning Scheme... CLS!" It just seemed to fit.


Scene Five: My flat, late at night.

The ideas just keep coming. I am writing down everything I can think of that we already have: People who could tutor subjects, drive vans, cook lunches... Resources we already have... a youth group van, an amazing theatre, a whole church family.

I figure we can cope with two days a week to begin with. We will get the kids writing a play. They will use maths skills to build sets and work out budgets. They will do lifeskills units about alcohol and drugs and sex (all the usual teenage stuff); some will get to act, some will learn lighting and sound... they will gain confidence, and at the end we will perform our play at church and it will all be wonderful...

No budget. No professionals. No full-time staff. Just use what we have...



Scene Six: Church Offices, late 1997.

Our first CLS course is over. Was it a success? I felt, no. We'd had lots of interest, plenty of kids turning up. We'd had some good moments. And the kids had mostly stuck it out and attended regularly. The outdoor education camp was great, getting these urban kids outdoors... But several "expert" youth workers I have co-opted in to help have told me CLS "is set up to fail." Oooh that stings. One of them even told me these kids are beyond help...!!

Did we perform the play? No. The kids balked at the final hurdle, lacking confidence to actually succeed at something, even though all it needed was a final push. Did the kids enjoy CLS? Oh yes, and they want to come back next year. And bring their cousins and their neighbours and their friends who are also hanging around the streets doing nothing, going nowhere, getting up to mischief.

But not me. I don't want another year of this. I'm done. I feel like it failed. It didn't go like I'd planned. I want out. I even told our senior pastor that morning, "I don't think I'll run CLS next year. I don't think it's for me..."

I go back to my desk... and the phone starts to ring. Off the hook. Totally random people I had approached about CLS but hadn't heard from in months...

"Hi, I was just wondering how that programme for the kids is going....CLS? I wanted to encourage you what a great project it is! We really need things like that in our community!" After about the fourth phone call I knew this was no coincidence. Somebody wanted CLS to carry on.

So I made Him a deal. "OK, God, I'll keep it going. But I want you to know that I feel like this is way beyond my expertise. I don't think I'm the right person for the job. But I'll set it up and keep it going until the right person comes along...OK?"

Later that week I am sitting in a youth meeting. The guy preaching turns to me and says, "I feel like God is wanting me to tell you, Who told you you weren't the right person? Who said you're not good enough? Not Him. Keep going!"

Eek. OK, God, You win.



Scene Seven: The Pavement Outside the Mercury, at the end of The Day from Hell, Mid 1998.

I am wrestling with one of my students - the girl who inspired me to start it all. She has a bag of paint for sniffing that I am trying to get off her... "Don't Simone, leave me! I don't want to hurt you!" she cries.

"Don't do this, Missy, give me the bag!" I sob. Silver paint splatters all over me. I am beyond caring.

The day started with a fight between students after we discovered drugs on one of them.

We've had to get tough on drugs. We'd tried the "we love you and won't give up on you no matter what" approach, so the kids have been taking advantage of our softy-softy ways and are basically abusing our kindness. So we've drawn a line in the sand: bring drugs and you're out.

Another student filled with righteous indignation attacks the drug-bringer. We take the drug-bringer home. But then a tutor discovers the kid who had been so righteously indignant at the drug-bringer sniffing paint with his mate in the girls toilets (they thought we wouldn't look there). They happened to be Missy's boyfriend and cousin. And they thought that paint didn't count as drugs.

It hurts me to tell them, sorry you're out, but we have laid down the rule! It won't mean anything if we don't stick to it.

After they leave things seem to settle down, so I take another student off to her anger-management counselling... but in the middle of her session I receive a phone call. "You'd better come back! Missy has locked herself in the toilet with a knife and she's threatening to kill herself!"

By the time I arrive she is outside sniffing. "If you kick them out, you'll have to kick me out to!" is her logic.

Then follows the wrestling... I get the paint off her and we retreat to our corners, each of us crying. This was not what I had in mind when I started this project! Our driver takes the other students home early, while I regroup with a couple of our volunteers.

I answer a knock on my office door and come face-to-face with a policeman. Oh yes. Just to top it all off one of the naughty little sniffers has decided that since he's missed the van ride home he'll break into the neighbour's car and find his own transport. She calls the cops, they arrive within minutes and collar him... I end my hideous day down at the Station standing in for his caregiver while the cops take his statement...

This is so far from the dream...





Scene Eight: Mid-1999. At CLS.

We survived the day from hell. We regrouped, prayed hard-out, got some better ideas, changed things up and continued on.

CLS is getting a name with Govenment agencies as a good place to bring hard-cases. I have secured funding from the Ministry of Education - enough to run one full centre with 12 students. But we stretch the money and have expanded to two centres, with a total of 24 students between them, one in South Auckland, one in the City.

I now have full-time staff - amazing dedicated people, who it is a joy to work with. We have two vans. We have experience behind us. We are seeing some success. Kids are leaving us going on to jobs or training courses.




Even kids we had to "kick out" have turned up later to apologise and tell us how we'd helped them. In the mornings heads bend over books, each student working at their own level on Correspondence English and Maths books. After a home-cooked lunch, there is sports, music, dance, art, drama... different options each term. The kids like coming and attend regularly (a miracle in itself). We are seeing changes in their attitudes and confidence.

At the end of each term the kids who've worked hard are rewarded with a Trip away - whitewater rafting, a trip to the snow, ice-skating, a Ball. There's even a Marae trip for the whole group to Rotorua: hot pools, go karts, a concert...



Quiet kids, who wouldn't look you in the eye when they arrived have started to shine. Their parents come to see them get their certificates at end-of-term prizegiving and can't believe that their "naughty kid" is "being good". It opens up their eyes; helps the way they see their kids.

Of course there are still struggles and disappointments. But this is much more like what I'd dreamed.




Final Scene: January 2000, Somewhere in South Auckland.

I run crying from the building. It's my last day. A young boy comes out and pats me on the back, "Don't cry Miss, we're gonna be OK..."

I know it's time for me to leave. I'm not sad. There's other things going on. The strain of the last three years has taken its toll, but I don't know it yet.

But as I leave CLS is in good heart. We have four centres, with eight amazing full time staff and funding in place for all of them. We have a good reputation; our students are making progress, CLS is making a difference. I've done what I can do. It's up to others now. Others with different skills can take it on to where I never could.




Twelve Years On...

CLS keeps going from strength to strength. It's now the largest alternative education programme in the country, with more than 50 full-time staff. Now our church also runs Youth Training courses for older teenagers, so when students graduate CLS, these courses follow on and help place them in employment.
CLS has the government contract for providing the Education programmes in Auckland's youth prison.

The CLS director (a great guy) meets often with MPs and Ministers; he rubs shoulders with the movers and shakers in government because people are amazed at what CLS is achieving.

The outstanding thing about CLS is that it has remained right at the heart of our church. Most of the amazingly dedicated staff are part of the church. The church welcomes the kids in and embraces them. They feel right at home.

Hundreds of teenagers' lives have been turned around. Many of them have found Jesus; He is the one who has healed their hurts and brokenness. A mere programme can't do that, no matter how clever it is. Many of these kids are now living lives and succeeding in ways that they would never have dreamed. 

(Click here for the CLS website)

So watch out. If you say, "Use me, God!" He will take you at your word... 
Be careful what you pray for...
22 September 2012

Movie Theme Night: Diary of a Wimpy Kid


Every Saturday we share our ideas for family movie nights, with Movie reviews, fun theme night ideas and a month of FREE DVDs courtesy of our sponsor, Fatso (see below for details).

Our Super-Cool-Fab Review Team...



Our crack team of expert Movie Reviewers are this week reviewing Diary of a Wimpy Kid.

This has to be one of the best adaptations of book-to-movie around. The casting is perfect and it's really like seeing the books come to life. Dash B. Cool is a major Wimpy Kid fan; Greg Heffley is his role model. When the books came to life on screen it took  Wimpy Kid Love to another level. The humour and wit is clever enough that adults will love it too, but silly enough that little brothers and sisters will happily sit through the movie. If you have a tween boy who doesn't like to read show them the Wimpy Kid movies... then hand them the books. They'll be hooked.

Movie Plot Summary: Greg Heffley is the middle child in a family of three boys who is about to enter Middle School. He has a wannabe rockstar teenage older brother (Roderick) while the youngest (Manny) gets away with murder. All the life comedy and angst of a pre-teen semi-nerd who just wants to fit in and get the pretty girl to like him. Really worthy of a movie night. Diary of a Wimpy Kid II is also out on DVD and is a great sequel, while the long-awaited third instalment is due to come out at the movies any day now.



Here's what our experts have to say about Diary of a Wimpy Kid


Dash. B. Cool: "I liked it; it was funny. To be honest with you Greg Heffley is a bit like me and so I really enjoy watching the Diary of a Wimpy Kid movies. I can't wait until Dog Days comes out."

Dash scores this movie's "coolness" as: 


Foxy Fab: "I like Diary of a Wimpy Kid because it was funny I guess. My favourite character is Rowley because he is very funny but in a good way and he doesn't try to be funny. The movie is about being a true friend."

Foxy rates this movie's "fabness" as: 



Super Scrag: "It was good. I watched it cos my brother chose it. I didn't like the part when Rowley wasn't Greg's friend, that made me feel sad. I liked the end and the part when they were friends again."

SuperScrag scores this movie's "super-ness" as: 


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This movie is rated (PG), probably because it deals in part with the angst of growing up and also the Halloween "chase through the woods" scene might make little kids feel scared (we forwarded it for Scrag). It's not a serious movie although there are some lessons learned in a very lighthearted amusing comedic way. Tweens will especially enjoy this movie and the others which follow it. We all enjoyed watching this movie (some of us more than others).




Ideas to Make Your "Wimpy Kid" Movie Night even more Super-Cool-Fab...

This is one that would be great for a sleepover. Throw in some wrestling, maybe a game of "Cheese Touch", pop some popcorn, make some icecream sodas and then snuggle down for a good laugh at Greg and his hapless buddies.


What are your best Movie Night Ideas? Send me an email with your ideas (include a picture or link to a blog post if you can) so I can feature it here on Saturday Night at the Movies.


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Have a great Saturday!
21 September 2012

Postcard From China


Nihao!
I didn't think I'd get the chance to blog while on our adventure, but here I am writing to you from China.

Since a picture paints a thousand words I'll keep the words to a minimum and just show you the pictures...


We traveled without mishap or drama. Compared to the marathon trips we've taken to the UK this seemed like a quick hop skip and a jump (a mere eleven hours to Hong Kong plus two more to our final destination).



Best friends reunited amidst much screaming and hugging
(and now sporting "friendship jewellery" of many kinds)




In spite of rain we enjoyed exploring a monastery and ancient town... 
old China as you might imagine it from the movies.



China is fascinating and foreign... yet somehow it feels familiar and even normal to be here


Probably because we are seeing it through the eyes of our friends


There's such a juxtaposition of old and new, ancient and modern.


The blogger in me wants to snap snap snap. 
But the wide-eyed romantic in me just wants to drink in
all the sights and sounds and really just BE HERE.


Of course there's lots of shopping to do in all the little market stalls...


It's amazing to watch Gail bargaining in Chinese. She says she's not that good but I beg to differ. 
I think she's amazing how she's picking up the language. And the kids are amazing too.

All I can manage is "nihao" (hello) and "xiexie" (thankyou).


It's really really not like shopping at St Lukes. It's so much cooler.
(but we'd be completely lost without Gail cos not many people here can speak English)


(The girls invested in some matching fake-Dior frames)


Our western kids draw lots of smiles and attention wherever we go.
Loads of people stop to say hello and ask where we are from. 


Gail tells them we are from "xexelun" (New Zealand) and they often don't know where that is.
So she has to resort to "it's near Australia...?"



It's hard to put into words what its like here. In a word: amazing.


I can totally see why Gail has fallen in love with this place and its people.


I haven't eaten any deep fried bugs yet. But we did meet some pandas...


Fascinating creatures. Gorgeous. We even saw some newborns (who are no bigger than a mouse).


So with a week left of our holiday
It's safe to say we're having a blast.