Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Stars

So when I was growing up my family and I did a lot of things together.  We camped, visited almost every state capitol, and went on vacations to rather cool places like Nigeria and Kribi, Cameroon.  (We lived in Garoua, Cameroon so these places weren’t that far away.)  But some of my fondest memories come from those really hot nights in Cameroon where it was just so hot that you coudn’t even sleep.  So my family and I would drag our cots and a big mattress outside and sleep under the moon on our front porch.  Sara and I would be swept away on another “Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod” adventure (told by my father) until we would eventually drift off to sleep.  But before all that we would sing.  It seems like we were always singing something or another.  But on these particular nights, gazing up at all the millions of stars we would praise God,

“In the stars His handiwork I see,
On the wind He speaks with majesty,
Though He ruleth over land and sea,
What is that to me?
I will celebrate Nativity,
For it has a place in history,
Sure, He came to set His people free,
What is that to me?
Till by faith I met Him face to face,
and I felt the wonder of His grace,
Then I knew that He was more  than just a
God who didn’t care,
That lived a way out there and
Now He walks beside me day by day,
Ever watching o’er me lest I stray,
Helping me to find that narrow way,
He’s Everything to me.”

As I grew up and found more “popular” songs this one faded to the back of my memory.  Until one evening in 2007, while swimming in the Red Sea in Egypt I lay back to float on the water.  Looking up I saw a beautiful night sky full of twinkling stars.  And what do you suppose came to my mind?  Yep! “In the stars His handiwork I see…..”  I started singing my Dad’s song from my childhood.  It took me straight back to those hot nights in Cameroon. 

Songs are funny like that.  They bring back so many different memories and emotions.  For me, whenever i see a beautiful night sky, I think of “In the stars….” and lying as a family on a big old mattress staring at the beautiful stars of Africa. 

the poster on the wall (written while teaching in the Czech Republic)

the poster on the wall

So, I have this poster collage on my wall.  There are all these pictures of women.  In my eyes, painful women.  The kind who have this deep inset pain that they can’t seem to get rid of.  (Kind of like me-I guess that’s why I was drawn to them)  Anyway, on this collage I wrote, “Never forget the pain of others.”  I wanted it as a reminder to myself to never downplay, overlook, or dismiss others and their pain.  Tonight I realized that although well intended, my attempts at remembering have been futile.  I have forgotten. 

Here’s what happened tonight.  A group of girls and I went to see the movie “Desert Flower.”  It is about the life journey of Somalian supermodel.  (Although I won’t get into the movie here, it is amazing, heart wrenching, beautiful, and thought provoking.  Go and see it yourself).  Born in the desert, to a traditional Somalian family, she was circumcised when she was three years old.  Now, I have heard of female circumcision, but have never given it much thought.  Like most other horrific things and practices I hear about I never quite let them phase me.  Yes, I do get angry, upset, and dare I say, passionate.  Sometimes.  But usually at some point my daily life intervenes and I forget what I once was so angry about.  I forget the pain of others and begin to focus on my own “insurmountable” problems. 

I have wondered for a while now why it is that I feel somewhat deadened to horrifying things.  I have lived in a third world country and have seen poverty, pain, and suffering first hand.  Yet it doesn’t move me.  Dare I say that I have become used to it all?

I study history.  There is a lot of pain and suffering in history.  We humans work a number over on each other time and time again.  And slowly, after reading story after story they all become sort of a twisted normalcy.  It becomes a part of life.  And when tragic things become “just a part of life” I have forgotten how to feel.

But tonight all that changed.  I felt, truly felt the pain emanating from this girl.  There is this one scene in the movie where the little is being circumcised.  This young girl was the cutest thing in the world.  Hearing her screams reverberating throughout the theater, seeing the blood, and knowing what they were doing to her tore my heart.  Now I know the little girl is just an actress, and the blood isn’t real.  But it is for so many other girls.  They live everyday with a physical and emotional pain that I will never know.  No matter how much my own pain in life affects me, it can’t compare to their pain.  I have forgotten that.  Over the last few years I have elevated the importance of my own pain and in the process have de-elevated others.  And what has it left me with?  A deadened, unfeeling heart.

Now I may be a touch harsh on myself because I do care.  But then again I question, how much do I care?  How much do I really feel for others? 

I want to remember.  I want to live up to what my poster says.  I do not want to forget anymore.  I can’t forget anymore.  When I forget and make my pain more important than others, that’s when I lose who I am as a human being.  When humanity forgets, that’s when we stop being human.  But the question remains, how do I remember?  I’m not sure I know the answer.

So I have this poster on my wall.  It says, “Never forget the pain of others.”

Heidi's Back 2.0

Wow!  Has it really been 4 years since I posted on here?  Goodness!  Well, I think I'm going to start posting things again.  I really enjoy writing and sharing my crazy thoughts.  So let's get this partay started!

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Thoughts on Islam

With everything that has happened in the Middle East recently my friends and I have been discussing politics and religion.  Specifically the picture posted below.  Here are some thoughts from a friend that I find truly insightful.  Hope it brings interesting discussions for you all!


"When 9/11 came, some Americans used the attacks as a tool to spread hate and violence among Muslims in America. Muslims were blamed, shunned, stereotyped, and in some cases assaulted. The media spread rumors and lies about Islam that still taint America's thought process. It took years for Muslims to get through it and still there is horrible racism in our country. Islam is a peace loving religion and what most want for the world is peace and not war. My fear with this recent attack is that it will re-fuel the hate and fear that America felt 11 years ago and will cause more oppression for the innocent Muslims who hate these attacks as much as we do. I want to stress that the few extremists should not be put in the same box as the rest." 


"This man was defending his RELIGION and was apologizing for those who make a bad name of Islam and Muhammad's teachings. I do not view the context of this photo to be political but religious for the reasons I have stated above. I am speaking about this subject because I have researched it. If I didn't I would not have said anything as I do not like to state my opinion before learning the facts. I have a four year religious degree and have also researched Islam. I also have friends who have lived in the middle east or are from countries where Islam is the primary religion. I have also read books/articles and watched movies that deal with Muslim responses to terroristic acts done in the name of Islam. I have also heard arguments on both sides of the argument regarding Islam being a violent religion. The foundation that Islam is built upon is not killing "infidel" but on their core faith: There is no God but Allah and Muhammad is his prophet. They have five pillars (core beliefs) and none of them are related to violence or killing of any kind. In fact, the Quran contains many scriptures that promote tolerance and freedom of people of other faiths and beliefs, and also promotes good treatment of people in general. Mohammed himself prayed for non-muslims rather than harming them because they didn't convert. There are violent scriptures within the Quran, but taking into consideration historical context, translations of the words used, and taking into context the Quran as a whole, the meanings of these texts indicate that these are rules of conduct in combat rather than a commandment to terrorize and murder. Have their been instances where Muslims have used these parts of the Quran to justify murder and terrorism? YES. Is this a reflection of the beliefs of Muslims as a whole? NO. There are over a billion Muslims in the world. It is the world's fastest growing religion. Out of this multitude we see but a very small amount of Muslims that use their religion to justify terror. I also feel that it is unfair to use the crusades as an indication of Islam's principles. Throughout Christianity's history the Bible has been used to justify racism, violence, murder, and even more evils. I could go on forever about the history of the church and the murders that were done in the name of Jesus. However, Christianity is also a peaceful religion. It promotes love, peace, and mercy. Religion is like a gun. Guns can be used for good or for evil, it all depends on who is holding the gun. With this whole issue my whole point is this: with the recent attacks in Libya and with all instances where we see muslims negatively portrayed on the news, we should keep in perspective that this is not portraying an entire people group's actions or beliefs and that we should not act in prejudice or racism for it." 

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Africa is calling...

Hello!  It's been a long time since I posted anything and I apologize for that.  My extended family has been through a lot recently.  Last week Jay and Katrina Erickson died in a plane crash while serving as missionaries in Zambia, Africa.  While they are not related to me they are the relatives of my other Erickson family and for them I was saddened.  However, as I am wont to do, I quickly passed by this incident as yet another tragic death in Africa.  I personally didn't know this couple and while I felt bad for their two orphaned girls I moved on with my life.  I am rather ashamed to say that it didn't really affect me too much.  It wasn't until today that it all sank it.  I think it was hearing that Jay and Katrina were the 8th and 9th Ericksons to sacrifice their lives serving in the continent of Africa.  I was astounded by the legacy my family has had.  As a missionary kid to Africa myself and a relative of some of those Ericksons who gave their lives, I understand the pull this continent has on my family.  Africa runs through our blood.  It is a part of our past and it is a part of who we are today.  I believe Africa will always be in our future, but only God knows His plans for the beautiful continent that keeps calling our names.


The following is something my cousin Micah Erickson wrote about the legacy of the Erickson family in Africa.  I found it very touching and heart warming.




I write this letter to raise awareness for two great needs: two little girls, a 3 and 1 yr. old have just been orphaned.  A mission hospital that fulfills a desperate need in rural Africa, has just lost its only airplane.


This weekend, Jay Erickson and his wife, Katrina, were killed in a small airplane crash in Zambia, Africa.  Jay was a missionary pilot transporting patients, medical personnel, and supplies to a small mission hospital named Chitokoloki Mission hospital.  Jay and Katrina were flying over the Zambezi River when, for reasons still under investigation, the plane crashed into the river.  Jay and Katrina leave behind 3 yr. old Marina and 1 yr. old Coral.  Both girls will be flown back to the United States, by their grandparents, where they will be raised by Jay’s only sister and her husband. 

You can read more about the details of this crash by just doing a search engine query with their names. 

The part of this story that is not being told is the rich heritage that Jay and Katrina Erickson represent.  They are the 8th and 9th Erickson to lose their lives in Africa.  8 Erickson families have served as missionaries in Africa, spanning 3 generations, dating back over 80 years.  Jay and Katrina are the first of their generation to continue the work of the Lord, serving as missionaries in Africa.  Many other Ericksons have served or are currently serving in other countries around the world.  In fact, Jay’s only brother, Lance, is currently raising financial support to begin his service as a missionary pilot in Bolivia.

Jay grew up in Cameroun Africa, where his parents (Cam and Barbara Erickson) also served as missionaries.  Owan and Doreen Erickson (Cam’s brother) and their three children were involved in a tragic vehicle collision on July 1, 1985.  This crash took the lives of Owan, Doreen and their 2 yr. old son, Timothy.  Cam’s two nieces, Rhonda and Kjirsti, survived and were sent back to the United States where they were raised by their uncle and aunt.

On May 16, 1978, Ernest and Miriam Erickson (Cam’s uncle and aunt) were murdered in Yagoua, Cameroun.  This horrific incident left an indelible mark on the Erickson family, but ultimately led to the salvation of many Africans.

On October 27, 1959, Martha Erickson (Ernest and Miriam’s daughter-and Cam’s cousin) died from yellow fever.  Martha was in her early teens and much loved by the locals.  A hospital in Yagoua, Cameroun is still named after her.

On September 4, 1930, David Erickson, the newborn son of Odin and Jewel Erickson was taken home to the Lord after only 2 days of life in Ndjamena, Chad.

Very few families pass on any sort of passion from one generation to the next much less a passion for a continent, for a people; a people not of their own blood. Yet each Erickson generation has returned to carry on the ministry. Jay and Katrina Erickson are the third generation to give their lives to Africa. It is no exaggeration to say that the spiritual face of the entire continent of Africa has been impacted through the presence of this family. Countless Africans can trace their eternal lives back to an Erickson. 

As you see, the loss of Jay and Katrina Erickson has profoundly impacted the Erickson family, especially Cam and Barbara Erickson. 


1)      I am requesting you prayerfully consider helping out young Marina and Coral and their future as they will be raised by their uncle and aunt.  You can make checks payable to “Cam Erickson” and mail them to:
Erick Erickson
1195 8th Dr.
Mukilteo, WA 98275

2)     The second immediate need, is the loss of the only airplane Chitokoloki Mission Hospital owned.  This airplane is a crucial necessity to the survival of those who live in remote areas of the country, and countless lives depended on it.  You can contact Gordon Hanna (the director) at the following addresses:
Chitokoloki Mission Hospital
Box 50,
Chitokoloki,
Zambezi, Zambia
 
 info@chitokoloki.com
Phone:      260 977 539815
 
3)     The third and last need is the support of Jay’s brother and sister in law, Lance and Caroline Erickson.  Lance is also a pilot and has joined SAMAIR.  Lance and Caroline, once their support is raised, will move to Bolivia, where they will essentially perform the same duties Jay and Katrina were performing in Africa.  You can help support them by contacting:
1021 Maxwell Mill Road, Suite B 
Fort Mill, SC 29708
Please be sure to make check out to "South America Mission" and include a note stating that it is for Lance & Caroline Erickson's ministry, account # 10451

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Hold on to Me!

So I was driving home today from church and I heard Busted Hearts (Hold on to Me) by for King and Country on the radio.  I have heard it before but today the words just seeped into my soul.  This song is me.  It's like they are singing a recap of my life.  I love it how God always seems to put songs in my life that speak to me in such a profound way and are exactly what He is trying to teach me at that moment.  Thanks God.  Here are the lyrics and a link to their video:


Winter has come back again
Feels like the season won't end
My faith is tired tonight,
And I won't try to pretend,
I've got it all figured out,
That I don't have any doubts,
I've got a busted heart
I need You now
Yeah I need You now

Hold on to me
Hold on to me
Don't let me lose my way
Hold on to me

I am the wandering son
Enough is never enough
I keep chasing the wind
Instead of chasing Your love
I'm screaming out Your name,
Don't let me fall on my face
I've got a busted heart
I'm in need of a change
Yeah, I'm desperate for grace

Hold on to me (Hold on to me)
Hold on to me
Don't let me lose my way (Don't let me lose my way)
Hold on to me

Broke Your heart a thousand times
But You've never left my side
You have always been here
For me

You never let me go
You never let me go
Don't ever let me go

Hold on to me (Hold on to me)
Hold on to me
Don't let me lose my way (Don't let me lose my way)
Hold on to me
[2x]

Winter will come to an end
Soon the season will end
I surrender tonight
You meet me right where I am




I know this song is sung from the perspective of humanity crying to God, but when I hear "Hold on to Me"  I can't help but picture God singing that to me.  This is what He tells me over and over, "Heidi, hold on to me."  And at the same time I cry back "Hold on to me God, don't let me go."  God is my faithfulness.  Let me fall ever in love with you Lord!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Great song!

Ok, so I'm going to try and publish a video link in this post. I'm still trying to figure it all out so if you have any tips I'm all ears! But anywho, this song is awesome and I've been listening to it a lot recently! I love how it describes God's love as furious!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFEwHNZ5qxM

Found out how to put in a video!  Here it is!