Showing posts with label Ethiopia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ethiopia. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Saints and Lions



A painting of St. Tekla

Please pardon my blogging: This is cross-posted from my other blog: www.thepennywisefamily.com. 
And now for something completely different. Far from my typical frugal fare, I have a story to tell, and can’t think of where to tell it, so here it goes.
Earlier this year, I had the privilege of visiting the Debre Lebanos Monestary in Ethiopia.  It’s a beautiful two-hour car ride from Ethiopia’s capital city, Addis Ababa, and houses a few small tourist attractions and the Debre Lebanos Monestary, which has operated continuously for 750 years.
We hiked to the cliff-churches with many penitents and pilgrims making their Lenten journeys up the jagged, rocky cliff—many barefoot.  At the top of the mountain, we found a beautiful tiny church tucked into a natural cave.
Jagged stone trail to the church of St. Tekla
This jagged stone trail, often littered with thorns and sharp stones was climbed daily by many lenten pilgrims, evidenced by blood over many stones from the bare feet of visitors.

This, we were told by a kind abbot, is where St. Tekla Haimanot stood for 28 years, 22 of them on one leg.  We got conflicting stories on why/how he lost his leg, but the stories were clear in that he spent those years, praying without ceasing, with spears pointed at him in all directions in case he fell asleep.

This evening, I was re-reading an Ethiopian legend to my daughter. A Saint and His Lion”  by Elaine Murray Stone, is a children’s story we purchased several years ago, and have read many times, but for some reason, I’ve never connected my saints…
You see, St. Tekla is a bit of a legend, even for a saint.  There are many stories about him, many true, more not.  It’s clear from stories that he had an injured leg, and was revered in life and death.  Trying to determine if it’s actually the same St. Haimanot (pardon my very-Western perspective, but how many could there possibly be?) I did some more research, and found this very old newspaper article about the author of the book, the legends of St. Tekla and the books.

The story in the book is simplified, it explains that he had a “special birth” (a star rose over his parents hut, and their family was invited to meet the King, because he wanted to know more about them). The story tells us that he injured his leg as a child, falling from a tree, and that after being nursed back to health by his family and the village priest, he wanted to become a priest. He was told he was too crippled to do that, but snuck away to the monastery anyhow.
On the way to the monastery, he found a lion—the book refers to it as Anbassa, the Amharic word for “lion.” The lion had a badly wounded leg, and being wounded himself, Tekla took pity on the lion, and treated its wound before continuing on.
At age 20, he became a priest, and was sent as a missionary to Western Ethiopia (my ultimate destination was also Western Ethiopia and South Sudan, which at the time of Tekla was also part of Ethiopia).  Just after leaving the monastery, however, Tekla’s crutch broke, and he was unable to move. He was afraid he would die, and a lion approached him. The lion was the same lion that had been injured, and it allowed Tekla to ride on his back to West Africa, where people saw the man riding the lion, and knew that God must be protecting him. The story tells “the fierce people of Gallas begged him to baptize them.”  (The Gallas people are now called the Oromo people that range through what is now Western Ethiopia, and some in Northern Kenya).
He became a monk at Debre LIbanos later, and spent the last 28 years of his life in the cave there praying. The story is told that he lost one leg there—some say from lack of circulation because he stood praying, others say because of an earlier injury. The lion story is likely fantasy, but legend repeated none the less—the lion (the lion of Judah especially) is a revered and important symbol in Ethiopia.
Paintings of St Tekla always show him standing and on one leg, sometimes even showing the severed leg separately with angel wings. The Egyptian Orthodox Church in Alexandria also reveres St. Tekla and says that he’s the only saint ever given wings while on earth.
Mysticisim surrounds St. Tekla, even on our visit to his Cliffside church, we found on a dry day, in a dry place, the inside of the cave rained steadily.  We first blamed condensation for collecting water which then dropped, but on further examination, the ceiling of the room—where the drips came from—was completely dry.  Also, despite a multitude of photographs, not a single one turned out—they all had horizontal blurring.   (An example of one or our better photographs is attached, showing the plastic basins that are collecting the water, which will later serve as holy water for the church’s Lenten rites. 
St Tekla died of the plague between the ages of 97-98 years old.
He is one of the few Orthodox saints that has a birthday feast—the feast of St. Tekla is celebrated every August 17.
Lions in Ethiopia
As an aside, you’ll frequently see lions in Ethiopian church stories: The lion typically seen is the lion of Judah, not the lion of Tekla. In fact, I never once heard of Tekla’s lion while in Ethiopia (perhaps the story has been disregarded as mythology). The lion of Judah represents the family line of Solomon, including Ethiopian royalty such as the Queen of Sheba (married to Solomon), and most recently to Emperor Haile Selassie (1892-1975), also known as Ras Teferi Makonnen, who remained in that line.  Rastafarians believe that Haile Selassie was the Lion of Judah, referred to in the Book of Revelations in The Bible. (See Revelations 5:5). In Christianity, the “Lion of Judah” is the symbol for Jesus Christ.
Ethiopia is also the only home to the black-maned Abyssinian lions (Panthera leo roosevelti ), an endangered species.

The gate to St. Tekla's Church, which was a little deceiving in that there was another fifteen minutes of uphill climb beyond this. Many who hadn't taken shoes off, took them off here and left them outside the gate. Did I mention that the "bottom" of the climb begins at an altitude of approximately one mile, so tying one's shoes is feat, let alone climbing this hill, and many of the pilgrims and monks who passed us would climb several times a day bringing holy water to their family or the monastery below.


Debre Libanos Monestary
The beautiful Debre Libanos Monestary. This modern version was built by Emperor Haile Selassie in 1961

Friday, September 10, 2010

Melkam Addis Amet! (Happy New Year!)


Today is Ethiopian New Year's Eve. We're planning on celebrating with the Ethiopian Community Mutual Association in Seattle. Ethiopian New year is a really fun holiday to celebrate--much like our Independence Day.

In preparation, both kids got new hairdos. Melat is taking her five-year-old privilege of wearing beads in her hair very seriously. I don't allow beads before age 5 for fear of choking. She wanted special beads for the new year's celebration. This style includes about 750 beads.

Destiny got a new set of single-extension braids. I've come to the point where I do not buy extensions for her anymore--she has to buy them herself. I have found she takes much better care of them this way. The style I braided in this time took about $15 worth of burgundy and black extensions. No beads in this one--the burgundy is already bright enough.

For those of you wondering how to braid like this, the answers are practice and YouTube. I've watched many, many videos on Youtube about how to cornrow, braid and braid in extension hair (plastic hair). Also, the right products make a big difference. We use Belle Butter whipped shea in Destiny's hair (it's very dry and her scalp gets very dry) and olive oil in Melat's hair. To find Belle Butter, it is sold on Etsy here: http://www.etsy.com/shop/mstashab?ref=top_trail


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

One Happy Little Girl




Last night, Melat, our littlest daughter, spoke to her grandfather (Jess' dad) for the first time on the phone. He lives far away and the kids haven't met him yet. Now that Melat has been home almost a year and is almost four years old, her English was good enough to have a talk with Grandpa.

He asked her how she's doing. She said "I'm good, I have a mom and a dad and my Destiny now" (Destiny is her big sister's name--our other daughter).

That sentence says so much, doesn't it? We're coming up on one year home for Melat in September. What an amazing year it's been.

If you're interested in helping African Orphans find their forever families--and their "destinies" as the case may be--see http://www.projecthopeful.org or www.ahopeforchildren.org

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Ethiopia Mommy

This is an old photo of M, taken about 18 months ago in Ethiopia in the orphanage. She'd been there about 8 months. I think that her birthmom visited her while she was there.

Recently, Melat has been talking about her "blue" mommy and daddy, and thinks that the man who lives in the condo behind us is her "blue daddy" she's just learning her colors in English, so we know this means her brown/Ethiopian dad.

I've not been sure how to respond to her or how to reassure her that they're still there, but she's with us for now. I Wasn't sure how to get her to stop thinking all brown people are her parents, or to stop being afraid each time we're around Ethiopian people that they'll be taking her back to Ethiopia, away from her family here.

She knows that in Ethiopia she had "brown parents." Her mom is still alive there, and while we tried to meet several times in Ethiopia, we sadly were never able to meet one another, which breaks my heart.

Yesterday, I recieved a phone call from our adoption agency's coordinator saying "good news!" She was calling to let me know that she'd recieved some photos of M's birth-mom, and would we like them? OF COURSE!!!

This dear woman who gave her only daughter to us--for reasons that we believe to be M's needing more advanced medical treatment here in the USA for her HIV.

I'm not posting mom's photo here, because I don't want to sacrifice her privacy, but I was stunned. She looks just like I imagine M will at about 16 or 17 years old, only perhaps, skinnier. With M's little "buddah belly" and appetite, it's hard to imagine her ever being so tiny as her mother in Ethiopia.

She's lovely, and shares the same beautiful hair texture (though it was all braided), and even has the same droopy left eyelid! She has a slightly darker complexion. One could easily pick her out of a crowd as M's mom, especially when side-by-side with the photo above.

I don't know why she decided to come in for her photo to be taken with our agency's rep in Ethiopia. Perhaps she's recieved the care package of photos and artwork?

I've started scanning photos and artwork from M and putting them into Shutterfly albums to send to Ethiopia.

I do hope that some day both Melat and I will be able to meet her. I want to hug her and to thank her and to assure her that we're not judging her choice, and that we're caring for her daughter as she would want us to.

I'm working on a letter to send with our next care package and hoping to have a friend translate it for us. Now, if I can just put words to what I want to say. Sometimes I think, words just aren't good enough, which is why last time I wimped out and sent only photos.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Easter Weekend With the Wards

Today is the 2nd day of our church's three-day prayer vigil. Members take turns as hosts for two hours, or "prayers" for one hour.

I signed up to host for two hours during Melat's nap time, and Decided to take Destiny along with me to learn a little bit more about the Easter story (sans pink chocolate bunnies).


Both our girls are being baptized this summer, on July 12th, and we're teaching Destiny, especially about learning to walk with God and listen for God. Instead of doing Easter baskets this year, I wanted to give the girls prayer beads, and I wanted to teach Destiny the "stations of the cross" prayers. If she has the same attention difficulties that I do, prayer is an invitation for distraction. I learned a few years ago about using Prayer Beads to stay focused.


During our hosting time, we were to keep the doors open of the church for everyone who wanted to come pray, and ensure that the candles stayed lit. In general, a pretty dull two hours.


I read Destiny the stories of the Stations of the cross, and then drew a 15-square grid for her to draw what it meant to her. I wrote a relevant prayer in each box for her.


After she was done, I took a look at her work of art. The exercise of drawing the story made it so much more real for her. Here's a photo of her drawing:

I thought her to pray the stations with the rosary, and wouldn't you know, the designated pray-er for the church had to leave early, so I invited Destiny to light a candle and go into the sanctuary and pray the stations there until the next person arrived.

She did it and said it was a very interesting experience. I gave her a little red Rosary as her Easter gift. I'm not sure how much sank in, but I'm confident it was good preparation for tomorrow's Easter church service.


When I picked up Destiny's rosary, I also picked up a little wooden "my first rosary" for Melat. Since she was born Orthodox, I thought she might be expected to bring one when we visit Orthodox services.

She was thrilled when she opened it and said "I know this mom!" She ran to the computer and wanted me to put on the Orthodox church (she likes to watch this on YouTube, on the Internet).

She wrapped her rosary around her wrist, swayed in the chair and sang to the church music. Then she wanted to show me how to do it. She watched it for a long time and then stopped for lunch, and watched more.

Here are photos of both girls after our pre-Easter celebrations. Looking forward to tomorrow's service, and lunch with Rob's family and my mom and sisters at Gramma Pat's house.

Happy Easter to All! He is risen, risen indeed!





Saturday, February 14, 2009

Mom--this is America Bathroom, I know

Yesterday we went out to dinner at the neighborhood Greek Place. We love Spiro's Gyros. They're yummy! The kids like the place too, and it's always clean.

I was taking Melat to the bathroom for the umpteenth time (she had a tummy ache I think) As she sat parked on the John, she was counting--one, two, three. She was couting the "papers" being the seat liners, hand towels, and the toilet paper.

She pensively said "Mommy, I know this is America Bathroom." I said "Oh really?"

"Yes mommy" she said "America three papers in Bathroom. Ethiopia bathroom has NO PAPERS!"

I couldn't help but chuckle--I remember desperate times during our travel searching for "appropriate" paper--even the US Embassay in Ethiopia didn't have toilet paper in the bathrooms. (I thought really hard about those unused visa papers in my passport, let me tell you!).

Anyhow, had to share that story for others who may be traveling. Pack your own TP!
jessica

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Guess what I learned??!!

So, I've been trying to figure out what Melat's name means, and nobody has been able to tell me. One web site said it meant "Purple" but Ethiopians that I know thought that wasn't right. I also doubted the accuracy since the word "purple" wasn't spelled right. Everyone I've asked thought it was a word that related to royalty, but maybe not purple (a historic color associated with royalty throughout the world).

In preparation for my travels, I used amazon.com and ordered up a Amharic phrasebook and an Amharic-English dictionary, thinking it might be helpful during those awkward communication moments. Tonight, I sat down to look up "purple" in the English section and was surprised not to find it. In fact, I didn't find any of the colors, not even listed under color. (am I missing something?)

Amharic has a totally different alphabet. I sat down with my refernce books and discovered that there are 33 different letters, but that each one has a variation that looks a little different based on the five possible following vowel sounds. (I wish I'd paid more attention in English class when they taught about reading phonetic markigns).

After much flipping back and forth between two books, I finally found the right variaion of "M" with the proper next sound and voila, the whole phonetic pronounciation matched, so I think her name means "abundance" which is close to the "royalty" kind of association that my Ethiopian friends thought it might have.

This is such a cool language--I hope to learn a lot more about it during my travels. Sentence structure is a lot like French, Spanish and Portugese with the subject first--which is very nice for people to listen to a language they aren't used to--at least you can usually figure out what they're talking about--even if you don't know what they're saying about it.