Wednesday, September 20, 2006

All in the Family


Today was a pretty intense day. We went to Layla House after breakfast to look around a bit, give Manyazewal a chance to see some friends (and, I think, to show off a bit… new back-pack, new shoes, new parents), and, oh yeah, to meet Manyazewal and Mihret’s mother. She had traveled overnight from Harar (East of Addis Ababa) to meet us and say goodbye (again) to the children. I think we were almost more nervous about meeting her than about meeting the kids. It was with great trepidation that we made our way into the social worker’s office.

She greeted us as one greets friends in Ethiopia (kiss right cheek, kiss left, kiss right, kiss left, “Seulam”). She looked tired. She had been very sick over the last few months. The antiretroviral drugs, while extending her life, were also taking a great toll on her body. But that toll, I think, was not as great as giving up her children. The pain in her face when Mihret did not recognize her conflicted with the joy in seeing her children and the peace at knowing they would be taken care of. She was so very gracious with us, but it was obvious it still hurt her when Mihret called Julie and I ‘mama’ and ‘abba.’ As hard as we thought the meeting might be, for her it was so much harder.

We talked for a while about how she was doing. We talked about her choice to give her children up for adoption. We talked through the social worker, who translated for us. (All this while Mihret wanted the camera, and the water bottle, and the door knob, and…) She pulled out a wonderful gift: a photo album with pictures of her family, and of the kids. She asked about Oregon, and we gave her the book we’d brought for her showing all the faces of the state. She gave us a sack of peanuts (a specialty in Harar) and we gave her a box of chocolate, a specialty of Harry and David. It was all very hard but very nice but very formal.

And then we started talking about faith, and suddenly everything went deeper. We asked what church they had attended in Harar, and she said “Emmanuel.” She said she was Protestant (much rarer in Ethiopia, where most people are either Ethiopian Orthodox or Muslim) and said how much Manyazewal had loved church. We said we were Protestant too, and that I was a pastor, so Manyazewal would be spending lots of time at church. She got a surprised look, “A pastor?” It was only then, when we realized we had a family connection, that I truly felt she was looking at us, opening herself to us, and when I felt able to shed the discomfort of feeling like I was taking her children away from her. As we prayed together and cried together and shared together in the promises of the family of God… the promise that we are bound together, even now, by the Holy Spirit’s power; the promise that we will meet again, and sit at table together in the Kingdom of Heaven; the promise that not HIV/AIDS, nor intercontinental flights, nor barriers of language, nor even death itself could keep us from one another as we share in the love of Christ… as we shared the truth of our common identity, we all found a peace that we had not expected when we entered that room. “God has done this,” she said to us. “My fears for my children are gone now. Thank you.”

I cannot imagine how impoverished our lives would have been if we had decided against meeting her. I cannot imagine how much pain would still be in all of us if we had not sat and prayed together, claiming our common heritage and embracing as brothers and sisters in Christ. It was not easy, and I am sure there will be more tears shed on all sides. But this I know: by the grace of God, this story has a happy ending for ALL concerned.


The Family

At the gate we embraced again. She blessed us in Amharic; we blessed her in English. She went to find a taxi for the long overnight drive back to Harar. We turned to be swept up in the energy and chaos of a mass of kids who all seemed to want to have their picture taken (at the same time)… kids who, most likely, have very similar stories to ours. Our worlds, for the moment, diverged. But all roads lead to home, and someday, when our journey is complete, we will laugh and celebrate together as we join in the greatest family reunion of all. I’m looking forward to it.

Peace,

Chris

9 comments:

mom and dad said...

Our dearest ones; words do not express the emotion we feel on this end. Your tale is another chapter in this book of life that the world needs to know. Thank you for sharing these deepest personal emotions with all of us. We are so glad that there will be this conection in your hearts. We have happy faces on the home front, waiting to see you and hug you again. God's blessings on all of you. Love, mom and dad

Heather said...
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Heather said...

I can't say "thank you" enough! You have taken the time and energy to share your most personal experience with all of us, and it is a tremendous gift! But even more, is the gift of showing us all (on the other side of the world), Christ in the flesh. We have been blessed to see Him in the words and actions of you, Chris, in you Julie and in Manyazewal and Mihret’s mother. (Matthew 19:17.) I would say your story is unbelievable, but then… with Christ, all things are possible… So I guess I should say “because Christ is so alive in you, your story is SO believable!” THANK YOU! We love you and can’t wait to hug you all!!!! Love, auntie Heather.

Beth said...

We adopted our children from SOuth America just short of a year ago. I want to tell you what a true blessing this meeting and this account of it will be for your children in their future. How wonderful to know that this family is truly being formed by God and that you are all following his plan. Your children will know that they are truly special and that God has big plans for them.

J & J said...

It is GREAT to see all the updates from you guys. We are so excited to come and see you guys in December and to meet our new niece and nephew! Have a wonderful trip home. I know it will be a long one...but there will be many memories from it all! Love Jan

Rae and Galen said...

Thanks so much for your touching updates! We were delighted to read about your loving, joy-filled meeting with Manyazewal and Mihret, and then your God-ordained time with their birth mother-wow!
You and your new family are in our prayers for safe travel home and a joyous homecoming!!! Rae and Galen

Alan said...

We miss you here and are anxious to have your whole family together. God bless you on your journey home.

Auntie Jane said...

Dear Ones,
I have goosebumps! What an amazing God we have! Thank you so much for sharing your personal and incredible story with all of us. You all are a blessing and inspiration!
Praying for a safe journey home. Can't wait to see you and meet the newest members of the family.
Blessings and much love,

Auntie Jane

ray said...

Thank you for sharing such an amazing story. We are praying for each member of your family and look forward to your safe return home. It will be wonderful to bring Moges home later this fall to an even larger extended family in the valley.
Best wishes,
The Dinkins in Grants Pass
Ray, Jalynn, Jerin, Eyerus and Moges