No one’s asking me. I’m just an independent contractor, a part time guy – and a very new one. But I’m not a fan of the word “project” – as in ”Compassion project.”
Words conjure up images for me and those images have everything to do with how I’ve heard words used in the past. In college I spent a week or so in Oakland, serving the people in a neighborhood that contained a government housing project. Bland run-down buildings. Government owned. I spent one afternoon just picking up trash in the project: used condoms, bullet casings, empty dime bags, all kinds of garbage. I spent another day mowing yards. I got hit in the head with a rock that day.
When I hear “project” I think of that place – not a place I’d want to live, not the kind of place I’d walk through alone.
I hung out at Compassion projects all last week in the Dominican Republic, and they’re nothing like Oakland’s. They’re more like my house was on Saturday.
On Saturday, neighborhood kids trickled over to our yard as they do almost every day, pulled toys out of our garage and started playing. They don’t ask anymore. They know we don’t mind. Their parents don’t mind either – they know by now that they’re kids are safe at our place.
Becky brought out a tray of food around noon and they all ate. The chain came off of a kid’s bike and I fixed it while he asked questions about every move I made. Kids drew at an art table in the garage. Boys rode skateboards and scooters down the driveway. Girls played hand games. A couple of them got in a fight and we intervened, made them talk it out. Redneck Neighbor caught me up on his life since I left town. Naturally, God came up in some of the day’s conversations but even when He didn’t, He was there.
If my house was a brick-and-mortar church building, that would be as close to a Compassion project as anything I’ve experience in the U.S. Compassion doesn’t build buildings. So, a project is a local church where local people play with kids, and teach them and make them feel safe and welcomed. The kids are fed and tickled and parents trust that they’re in good hands. And everyone hears about God. But even when they don’t, they know He’s there.
We need a better word for this kind of place at Compassion. Some folks have started calling projects “child development centers.” That works, but it’s so much colder than what I experienced last week. What do you call a place that meets the social, economic, physical and spiritual needs of children? More of us in America should probably call it “home.”
Kenyon says:
Right.
Seth Amicone says:
Home. Thats exactly what I was thinking as I was reading.
Grovesfan says:
My mom grew up in an orphanage, but she NEVER referred to it as such. It was always home because that’s where she lived and that’s where she first learned about love; and the love of Jesus.
Stretch Mark Mama says:
We have the same phenomenon going on with our garage—our house is Party Central for the kids on the street. And even though I’m an introverted, snarky geek—I’m “proud of the house we’ve built.”
Meredith Dunn says:
“Home” came to mind too. But even that didn’t seem like enough. Because in the cases of these kids, home isn’t what we know it to be. What should be their home–parents, food, shelter, comfort… those things are fairytales asscociated with foreign lands.
So, in my humble opnion, “home” doesn’t quite do it justice.
I was thinking something more along the lines of “sanctuary.” Refuge.
There is a part of me that is saddened that American’s don’t have the same viewpoint of their local church, now that I think about it. What the church is to these kids is what our marterial posessions are to us.
Praise the Lord that, despite their poverty, their souls are made rich from the beginning, not having been tainted by the temptations that come with abundance.
Please don’t misunderstand, I do not think that wealth is a sin. Rather, the love of money is. And wouldn’t it be harder to love money if you didn’t have it?
Just thinking out loud.
annie says:
I was thinking along the same lines as Meredith, as in Haven or Oasis… But those don’t exactly capture it, either. Tough one.
Tim Bailey says:
ya. And we need another word for “sponsorship” too. It doesn’t do it justice.
Texas in Africa says:
Community.
Jonathan Blundell says:
We’ve been trying to find new words for church and communities of faith as well – I’m settling on tribe. “This is my tribe.”
Home is a great word – but for most of those kids in the Dominican Republic and elsewhere I bet home has a tainted meaning.
What about Compassion Villages?
Abbie says:
I’ve had a problem with the word project for quite some time and try to use it when speaking of Compassion’s facilities.
Projects are something you work on for a period of time and then at some point, you are done and moving onto the next thing to work on–something that I believe most of us could agree isn’t going to happen for a long while.
keith says:
hizzy.