Posts Tagged ‘refugee outreach’

By Sarah E. Amick AlZubi

Have you ever walked somewhere and known that, from this point on, your steps along life’s path would be forever changed? (God can work through our feet.)

Have you ever touched something, and in reaching out, realized that you were what was being moved? (God can work through our hands.)

Have you ever seen someone’s face, really looked into their eyes, and felt a soul connection that you knew you would always remember? (God can work in and through our heads and hearts.)

We experienced these types of encounters, and more, throughout our week in Bosnia and Herzegovina last fall. International travel often results in life-changing moments, and mission trips tend to affect us in unexpected ways. We hear and follow God’s call to go and serve, end up receiving much more than we could ever give, and afterward try to express our gratitude for that as much as possible.

Our team of four (Steve Blanchard, Candi Brown and Sarah Amick AlZubi, from Richmond’s First Baptist Church, and Kenny Davis, pastor of Bybee’s Road Baptist Church) all left Richmond together on September 27 and arrived safely in Zagreb, Croatia on September 28. However, shortly after landing, we discovered that our entire plane’s luggage had been left behind at our previous layover stop in Germany! After our initial shock, our minds were quickly put at ease when we were met at the airport by the welcoming face of Elvis, our amazing and experienced host and guide for this trip who has worked with several Virginia Baptist mission teams over the past few years and Tiha, who provided much needed support, advice and a wealth of knowledge and experience regarding humanitarian aid. We made a few minor schedule adjustments, including a stop to buy some additional clothing and necessities, and arrived in Bihac, Bosnia on September 29. It was not lost on us that we had the resources to adapt and purchase new items as needed and that we should not take that for granted. Most of the time when someone is forced to leave their home as a refugee and travel on foot for hundreds of miles all they have are the clothes on their backs and a “carry-on.” If they can survive with that for months or years, we could certainly do so for a week.

Our first morning in Bosnia was beautiful and sunny and we were ready to get to work! Our team was led and accompanied by Elvis, Tiha and Vlad, another experienced humanitarian aid worker with a truly Christ-like, compassionate heart who joined us in Bihac. We traveled together that morning to the infamous Vučjak camp. Prior to our arrival, we had heard about the inhumane and unsanitary conditions in this “unofficial” camp, but actually being there on the site of a former landfill where people were now being forced to live among rubbish with no running water or toilets, was not something for which we could have fully prepared ourselves. (Plus, there were landmines left over from Balkan wars throughout the countryside and mountains surrounding the camp.) There were no permanent structures for shelter or medical care, just tents of various sizes and conditions. The hundreds of inhabitants of this “tent city” were making the best of a terrible situation, though, and welcomed us to their “home” with kind greetings and curiosity.

Throughout the week we also visited three other camps in Bihac, all filled and overflowing. We received informative tours, saw and experienced incredible hospitality and good work being done by the International Organization for Migration staff and other partners in those camps. It was encouraging to know that not every camp was as troubling as Vučjak. Since that is where the need was greatest, we returned there for the rest of that week. Every day we met new people from Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Iran, Iraq and Syria, and heard more stories of why they had to leave home, the family members they dearly missed, what their journey had been like so far and where they planned to go next, God willing. We heard horrifying stories of danger and injury, heartbreaking stories of loss and illness, as well as heartfelt stories of hopes and dreams for the future.

Incredibly hardworking and committed Red Cross volunteers were also there every day trying to make the camp as livable, safe and healthy as possible. They oversaw distributing food, and we were happy to help them with this task. We also distributed hygiene kits, snacks, blankets and clothing items. Hardworking refugees residing in the camp were always happy to lend a hand, helping to maintain orderly lines, serving food, distributing supplies and assisting with translation when needed. Every day we worked alongside our new friends, picking up trash and repairing leaky tents blown down by gusts of wind and rain. There was also time for meaningful conversations and a few games, accompanied by genuine smiles and laughter. It was a blessing to be used by God to meet these physical, emotional and spiritual needs all around us, through our hands, feet, heads and hearts.

By the end of the week, a place that no one would choose to call home had begun to feel comfortable in some ways. This was not because of the physical conditions (which were still miserable), but because of the humanity, hospitality and compassion shared by everyone, including refugees, migrants, Red Cross volunteers, our team and even the dedicated police officers standing guard at the camp entrance. It was surprisingly difficult to say goodbye. I found myself blinking back tears as I promised to pray, raise awareness and most of all never forget the wonderful people I had met, all of whom are beautiful children of God, deserving of love, dignity and respect. We all have this in common and truly are connected, whether we realize it or not. If only we can remember that our actions here and around the world impact more people in more ways than we could ever imagine.

Now when I walk outside on a cold, windy evening, I look up at the sky and see the bright moon and stars. I quickly calculate in my head that if it’s 8:00 p.m. here in Virginia, then it’s 2:00 a.m. in the Balkans. I wonder if anyone there is awake and looking up at the same night sky, perhaps one of the many people we met last fall. I wonder how cold it is there now and what the snow looks like in the mountains. I wonder if they are safe and warm inside a building or huddled under a raggedy blanket in a drafty tent or, even worse, camping in the forest, completely unsheltered and unprotected from the freezing temperatures and harsh wind. I know the needs there are still overwhelming and the overall situation is very unstable. I say a prayer for them, that they may experience some comfort wherever they are, feel peace during struggles and uncertainty and, most of all, know they are not alone and not forgotten.

Author’s note: Thankfully, in mid-December, the Vučjak camp was closed and dismantled and those currently staying there were relocated to a more humane, sustainable location near Sarajevo. Thousands of refugees and migrants are continuing to arrive in Bosnia and Herzegovina on their way to the European Union and additional support and long-term solutions to the refugee crisis are still needed.

Editor’s note: On March 22, 2020 Croatia was hit by a series of earthquakes. At the same time, Croatia has been fighting to flatten the curve on the spreading of the Coronavirus. Strict measures have been put in place, asking people to stay at home and avoid social contact. Donate to Croatian Baptist Aid.

See Ann Carter’s previous post and another on Virginia Baptist mission teams going to Bosnia.

Story on the former Vučjak camp.

Bosnia and Herzegovina, October 5, 2019 – CBAid partners from Virginia (USA) visit refugee camps Sedra, Bira, Boriće and Vučjak in Bosnia and Herzegovina.

We saw parts of this BBC video being filmed while in Vucjak.

This is another news video filmed in Vucjak while we were there.

Sarah E. Amick AlZubi

Sarah E. Amick AlZubi joined FBC in 2015. She rings handbells, sings in Church Choir and One Accord, and serves on the Compassion Ministry Board. She participated in mission trips to China, Toronto, Romania and Bosnia. Sarah met her husband, who is from Jordan, at VCU, where she worked almost 12 years. She loves to travel and get to know people (and food!) from around the world.

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Story by Franklin Hamilton. Photos by Susan Brown.

Richmond’s First Baptist Church assists in the resettlement of Bhutanese refugees.

calloutI first became involved with Richmond’s Bhutanese American community by helping them with job searches. Their response was always to invite me into their homes for conversation and food, because they so highly value hospitality. That became my impetus to introduce these recent immigrants to more of their new culture.

A Day at the BeachFirst, I invited some of the New Americans to a Thanksgiving dinner at my house. Next we had a day of window shopping, pizza and a movie at the Byrd Theatre in Carytown. Other outings included the Metro Richmond Zoo and Halloween “trick or treating” in Carytown.

Then I thought about my childhood time at the ocean and wanted to share that magical experience with the New Americans. In August, Siyano Prach, FBC’s Refugee Outreach Worker, and I organized our second annual trip to Virginia Beach for more than 40 Bhutanese Americans. While they had encountered many facets of American culture, until last year, none of them had been to the beach.

Although most could not swim, the New Americans mA Day at the Beachade a beeline for the surf. Sellina Limby and Smrit Roi said they “liked the taste of salt on the water foam.” With total joy and abandon, the children body surfed, buried each other in the sand, and made sand castles. Deepan Rimal, Shara Mangar and Bibas Gurung declared the trip “was more fun this year because there were more children” and they had learned to swim since the last trip.

A Day at the BeachThe parents did what all American parents do. They enjoyed the water, watched over their children, sat on the sand and chatted, made sure everyone had enough to eat – fragrant rice, curry chicken and homemade humus and pita bread, and thought about next year’s trip to the beach.

Om Adhikari told me about another kind of trip he is planning. He wants to go back to the refugee camp in Nepal where there are family members afraid to come to America because they don’t understand the culture here. Om plans to tell them about his life and that of others on the beach that day. He wants to give these people courage. Maybe he should tell them about Sangay and Thinley Dorji who thought “we saw a whale and were scared but then they showed us that it was a porpoise and we laughed.” These New Americans have learned that fears are more easily overcome when they’re faced in a community of family and friends.

A Day at the Beach

Editor’s note: If you want to introduce New Americans to a cultural experience, call Franklin to help you get started (938 4264). Find more information on the Bhutanese at http://www.bhutaneserefugees.com/.

See related story: Green, Not Concrete

Franklin Hamilton

Franklin Hamilton is a third-generation member of First Baptist. As a father of five children and grandfather to three he is always active in their lives. He has a passion for the active and contemplative dimension of spiritual development in everyday life. He enjoys reading, and all outdoor activities including sailing on his new “old” sail boat. Franklin is a real estate broker with Hamilton Realty and Development. He and his wife, Linda, live in Carytown in a 110-year-old house with their two teenage daughters and a menagerie of pets.

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