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  • Junk Doll - February 22nd, 2015

    by Laura Jane Cerling

    In the early 1950’s a huge box of second hand clothing and toys arrived at the Open Door Children’s Home in Hazard, Ky. Thelma Brown opened it and was sorting the contents when she pulled out the ugliest doll she had ever seen. The body was fixable, but the face was cracked and misshapen.

    Who would bother to even pay postage to send such a thing, she thought with disgust. It was always disappointing to her when donors appeared thoughtless in the things they sent — as if any old rag or object was good enough for an orphan.

    With a sigh, she tossed the doll onto a pile of trash.

    Shortly afterwards, Thelma’s 4-year-old son Maurice came along, looked carefully at the discarded doll, picked it out of the trash, and hugged it. “Mama, I want this doll,” he told her.

    She started to protest, but he said, “It’s so ugly, nobody’s ever going to want to love it. And this doll needs to be loved. I’ll love her.”

    Then he named the doll Joash.

    In Sunday School the week before, Maurice had heard the Bible story about the wicked woman who killed all her grandchildren so that she could become queen when her son, the king, died. A kind lady rescued baby Joash, one of the royal grandsons, before he could be killed. Then she raised him in her own family until the people found out that he was alive and made him king.

    Maurice was only 4, but he had an adopted brother. He knew that sometimes people adopted someone else into their family, rescuing a child from a bad situation.

    So Maurice adopted Joash and gave her the love he figured no one else would give her. Several years later, when his family moved to another state, the doll had to come along — even though its owner was half grown by then and his attention was centered elsewhere. As a teen and later as an adult, Maurice still had a tender heart toward those who were being put down by other people.

    You never know what might happen – or what you might learn yourself — when you tell a child a Bible story.

    Today’s scripture: “…unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven….” (Matt 18:3)

    Today’s prayer: “Lord, help me to be as responsive to your words as Maurice was to the Bible story he heard.” Amen.

  • Exiled to Gansu Province - September 7th, 2012

    “What happened to the Canaan Home orphans and their families after New China forced Laura Richards to leave China?” readers of Laura’s Children often ask. This fall Xiaomei Lucas, whose mother grew up in Canaan Home, gives us a glimpse through her essay, “Exiled to Gansu Province”  in That Mad Game: Growing Up in a Warzone, edited by J.L. Powers and published by Cinco Puntos Press (www.cincopuntos.com).

    Her memoir begins like this:

    I used to get so angry with our children when they wasted food that my husband Barry must have thought This lady has to be crazy!! But when I was growing up in Gansu Province in China, I knew children who were so hungry, they tied a rope around their stomach so they could sleep in spite of their hunger pains.

    My family was exiled to the impoverished province of Gansu in 1969 during the early part of the Cultural Revolution. The Cultural Revolution was a power struggle among China’s top leaders. In 1966 Mao Tse Tung began encouraging young Red Guards to attack authority figures. The Red Guards mobbed and ransacked people’s homes, beat and humiliated people in public, and burned everything that represented “The Four Olds”—old ideas, old thoughts, old habits, old customs. Then they started attacking religious believers and intellectuals. As the Revolution spread, people began manipulating mobs to get personal revenge against fellow workers and neighbors or they accused other people out of fear, to distract attention from themselves. Tens of thousands were beaten to death and hundreds of thousands were sent to labor camps for “re-education.”

    In those days the government determined people’s job and residence assignments. My mother was working as a nurse for a famous hospital in Beijing. Vice-Chairman Lin Biao wanted to test his power, so he issued a policy that all the big hospitals had to send some of their doctors and nurses to work in the countryside. Mom’s hospital chose to send her. They wouldn’t say why….

  • Giving Kids Brains Like Velcro - March 30th, 2011

    Last weekend I talked with a homeschool mom that I met a dozen years ago when they were adopting a 8 1/2 year old girl from Russia. She told me that an article about Velcro Brains that I published about that time in the El Paso Times gave her the mental image she needed to homeschool her new daughter. “Her first three years in American were pretty much just helping her get on board,” Kim said. “But once she learned the language and felt emotionally part of the family, the academics fell into place.”

    Understanding how to give children brains like velcro helps all kinds of kids catch up in school  – emotionally traumatized children, ESL kids, late bloomers, reluctant readers…the list goes on.

    My husband Dennis came up with “The Velcro Theory of Learning” slogan once when we were discussing a school district that tried a reading experiment with two groups of kindergartners. The district gave the first group a lot of formal reading instruction and gave the second group hands-on science. Read the rest of this entry »

  • Publishing Your Family’s Mystery Story: an interview - November 13th, 2010

    An interview with Becky Cerling Powers by Jessica Gibson

    Why did you find the story of Laura Richards Nieh so compelling that you started researching it and then kept on trying to find it out for 25 years?

    I’d always been curious about Laura’s story. Laura was my mom’s older cousin and I grew up hearing bits and pieces – how she started an orphanage in China but how more than 20 years later the Chinese Communist government forced her leave the country and killed her Chinese husband.

    And there was this big mystery about the part of her story that couldn’t be told because it was too dangerous –people might be killed or might be sent to jail if the story was told and the wrong people heard or read it. So the whole political background intrigued me. Read the rest of this entry »

  • Hope for a Violent City - October 14th, 2010

    By Becky Cerling Powers with Carrie Mihalyov

    and Fred Stephenson

    Carrie Mihalyov and Fred Stephenson are two young adults who dedicate themselves to showing God’s love to the orphans at YWAM’s Rancho Los Amigos in Juárez, Mexico – a violent city so close to El Paso, Texas that bullets from street battles between police and drug cartels have come across the river and penetrated windows in downtown El Paso. I emailed Carrie “What gives you and your Christian friends hope in the face of the terrorism and danger of Juárez?”

    Here, in part, is what she and Fred wrote back to me:

    The streets of Juárez are filled with policemen. Military men with AK-47s stand guard at supermarkets, ice cream shops, and street corners. They stop cars randomly to check for drugs. They don’t want to be here. Who would want to work in a city that averages eight drug cartel-related murders a day? Government initiatives have had no effect on the violence.

    There is a nagging spirit of desperation, of hopelessness in the city, and a voice that keeps saying, “God doesn’t care about Juárez. He really isn’t what He says, a good and loving God. He is not doing anything here.” Read the rest of this entry »