World Changers

There are a few things that we as a family love to do – spending time outdoors, enjoying simple meals and just doing things together. One thing however, stands out, and I want to share it with you.

It is the community of men, women and children at New Covenant Community (NCC), the teachers and students who have come through the doors of Dignity for Children Foundation.

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Dignity (previously known as Harvest Centre) was founded by NCC’s senior pastor, Rev. Elisha Satvinder and his wife, Petrina Shee in 1999. It began reaching out to the local poor community in Sentul, Kuala lumpur through the provision of health care, home improvement, food supplies and counseling. In 2003, the organisation began to direct its main efforts toward education.

The vision and mission of Dignity is “Breaking the Cycle of Poverty Through Quality Education”. The goal is to see the cycle of poverty broken in the lives of marginalised and underprivileged children (poor, stateless, refugees), both in urban and rural settings, through the provision of holistic, child-centered, quality education. This is education for all, irrespective of religion, race or creed.

Over the years, Dignity has achieved an amazing impact and influence. The school serves the poor from pre-school Montessori right up till Form 5, even IGCSE. It runs sports programmes, teachers training programmes, an AFC recognised soccer tournament for the poor (The Faisal Cup), and much more. Dignity has also expanded its reach by starting other schools in the Peninsula and Sabah and Sarawak.

Today, Dignity has over 1000 students and about 70 staff and loads of volunteers. And it continues to grow! With both domestic and international recognition and influence, Dignity’s work is recognized by government agencies, the corporate sector, schools, local and international NGOs, embassies of other nations, other religious bodies, many individuals, the United Nations agencies and many many others. It has partnerships with schools and local universities.

According to Rev. Elisha, the work of Dignity is “a journey which is often crazy, wonderful, challenging and awesome”. He constantly reminds us, “It takes tremendous amount of effort, clarity and intentionality to do all that we do.”

New Covenant Community is launching a new series, World Changers, beginning this Sunday, 7th September, 10.30 am – 12.30 pm. The first few weeks comprise an introduction to the work of Dignity, and we invite especially those who have not visited the school or been to any of its activities and events.

Some of the topics we will be exploring over six weeks are “Transformation by One, “Transformation by Montessori”, “Transformation through Youth”, “The Power of Transformation.”

At World Changers, we will:

1. Understand why we do what we do, philosophically and historically. Why? What? How? and Who?

2. Hear testimonies from Dignity staff and students, especially during the first 3 weeks.

3. Look at videos, pictures and materials that help us know better of our history, where we are at and where we are headed towards.

4. Where our influence has gone to and impacted many.

Over the years our family has been immensely privileged to partner with NCC and Dignity in various ways, and all our babies with us too! In the process, we have been so blessed to make friends with those who are involved fully with the work of Dignity in particular, and also those who have benefited and continue to benefit from its services and intervention programs.

 

What is God’s heart for the down and out?

What is God’s heart for YOU? Are you hearing a call to do something with your life to impact others? Want to explore how you can use your gifts, skills and abilities to help others?

The World Changers series will be held at the NCC auditorium, 2nd Floor, 10.30am – 12.30pm. Visit NCC’s Facebook page for directions on how to get to us.

 

Become a World Changer today, beginning at our community.

Trust

Trust

An unexpected tumble, a scraped knee. Arms outstretched.

I am there immediately.

It doesn’t take long for Piglet to be comforted, his chin planted firmly on my shoulder. I can’t see his face but I feel the tense furrow of his eyebrows relaxing.

The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.

She’s scooting rapidly now, all of eight months old.

I’m in the shower and I know it’s going to be a matter of seconds before she creeps, on her tummy, into the bathroom and right up to the bathtub to wait expectantly.

I finish like lightning and she grins up at me with her four little pearly teeth showing as I scoop her up and we exchange smiles in the mirror.

We settle down to nurse and she tugs gently at my hair, grasps my finger. Utter contentment.

The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.

This deep, innate trust and finding security in a parent’s arms, I am learning from these little people how to believe in God all over again.

He is kind.

He forgives.

He heals, protects.

His kindness and love are a crown on our heads.

Each day that we live, He provides for our needs and gives us the strength of a young eagle.

The Lord is merciful!

He is kind and patient, His love never fails.

How great is God’s love for all who worship him? Greater than the distance between heaven and earth!

How far has the Lord taken our sins from us? Farther than the distance from east to west!

Just as parents are kind to their children, the Lord is kind to all who worship him.

How can I forget His promises and provision?

As my children look to me – the imperfect Mama that I am, I will look to Him – my perfect heavenly Father.

I will sing in my heart and smile on His shoulder and laugh as He dangles me on His arm.

I will rejoice in all He has made. I will listen eagerly to His purposes and plans.

I am almost a bit delirious now with a bad cold but I am anticipating a new tomorrow of being and doing, in His strength.

The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing!

 

A reflection on Psalm 23 and Psalm 103.

 

Love. Write. Remember.

Love Write Remember

I lie here, nursing Roo down to sleep.

7.22pm is my favourite time of the day when I can almost smell the dusk, when daylight melts into darkness and everything feels soft, somehow.

It’s a time to Reflect, after a day of Doing.

My mind is awhirl with sensations, sounds. Running helter-skelter at the park in the evening, full tummies after dinner, Roo’s tender head now nestled in the crook of my arm, Puppy’s piano practice, the sound of boys getting into PJs and rolling toy cars on the parquet.

7.33pm, Roo is asleep. I peek out, hush the older kids. Across the landing, they all look nice and clean and happy, getting cosy with books in the warm lamplight.

I head for the shower but Roo startles and struggles to sit up.

I get down, with her, again.

But I want to remember, even this. This day in day out, this winding down.

8.00pm, it’s late and we finally get on to teeth brushing and devotions. Lamb’s baby tooth that’s been dangling today goes down the sink with his final gargle and he’s almost in tears. We both peer into the sink, wishing it would fly up somehow but it’s a goner.

This second tooth, lost in a matter of seconds.

I wish I’d taken a photo of him rolling and twisting it around in his mouth after school earlier today. A moment that passed so quickly in the midst of lunch with four kids.

Puppy and Lamb settle themselves in their beds while Piglet and I find a space on the floor. Piglet comforts Lamb with all the wisdom of his three-and-a-half years. “Don’t wowwy, a new one will grow back?” We chip in with stories of our own, of missing teeth and incomplete tooth collections.

I sit cross-legged and listen to the exchange, feeling the comfort of the inner circle. We read, talk, pray.

Thank You God I have these moments to remember.

I wonder, what will they remember?

8.45pm. Back in our room, Piglet’s the last kid to fall asleep and I’m ready.

Pages open. My pen flows.

Pouring them out, memories still fresh in my mind, things I wanted to say in the day but overtaken by practicalities.

They’ll read these journals someday, one journal for each child, and I hope my words will remind them of the legacy we’re writing, now, with our lives. Of what we do, why we do, the heartaches and funnies and all sorts in between.

Because Roo’s little feet will outgrow my palm all too soon. Tonight, I can almost hear her whisper.

Take the time, mama. Help me remember.

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