The Cuba Partnership Resource Manual
The Power of Empty Hands.
Last Updated (Monday, 21 February 2011 15:24) Written by Hunter Farrell Monday, 21 February 2011 15:03
“The Power of Empty Hands”
Hunter Farrell
Joining Hands Against Hunger Network of Peru
The temptation is strong and will grow as your mission trip departure date approaches.
The mere thought of traveling to and working in Third World communities is enough to
get our anxiety working overtime: Will I be safe? Can I drink the water? Will I be able to
handle the poverty? What will it be like to be the wealthiest person the community may
have every met (I, who have never considered myself wealthy in the least!)? How will I
respond to people in need – to hungry children? How will the trip change me – in my
understanding of how God works…in relationship to my modest “wealth”?
This internal anxiety, though uncomfortable, can be a God–given instrument of deep
learning and personal change (precisely why I signed up for this trip, anyway!). It signals
I’m crossing over, stepping onto that holy ground of encounter with people whose life
assumptions are quite different from mine. And whose faith I hope to understand. It
prepares my heart to receive the unexpected. And it reminds me that God is in charge
of the trip from start to finish.
But as the anxiety grows, most short-term missionaries begin to stock up on “gifts” – pens,
candy, spiral notebooks, tooth brushes, etc. Well, maybe “gift” is the wrong word, if a gift
is meant to symbolize the relationship between two people. In fact, the items many short-
term groups leave behind in a community tell the receivers little about who we are, and
clearly reveal that we know precious little about them. Often, all it communicates is that I
assume that the receiver needs it. (If I give a friend a toothbrush, I’m bound to get a strange look.)
To truly meet a new friend, I have to set aside previously-held assumptions, my degrees
and status, and my power, and receive the person for who they are. For a long,
uncomfortable moment, my complete ignorance of the local language reduces me from
a respected professional to a mere toddler, babbling phrase-book greetings to the raucous
delight of the host community’s children. In a flash, I realize how accustomed I have
become to my personal “accessories” – my status and specialized knowledge about all
kinds of things that, suddenly, don’t seem very important. In a way, these are the things
that make me who I am. Or do they? I blush, bowing my head under the weight of the
revelation. Tears well up in my eyes. I smile. And the host community’s Welcome Committee
somehow senses the moment, surges forward, and embraces me. All 34 adults and all
52 children – the little ones, repeatedly, (“I’ve never been hugged by 86 people in a row
in my entire life!”, I complain later, beaming). The awkward yet powerful initial
encounter set the stage for the whole week of work and transformed us into the
impossible: friends.
This is why the mission pastor told us not to load ourselves down with “gift items”
– we would have transformed the moment of powerful encounter into a “give-me”
circus with kids yelling and grabbing to get more. Unknowingly, we would have
flaunted our wealth and left powerful expectations for the next church group coming
to this community. A proverb from western Ethiopia puts it this way: “We can only
embrace with empty hands”.
Don’t get me wrong – to take a simple gift or two on a mission trip is a beautiful act.
To give something that speaks of where I come from to that special new friend who
teaches me something surprising about myself and about God. And we can set aside
the rest of the clutter which really serves only to make us feel better about returning
to our comfortable homes and hot showers.
I have to empty my hands to be able to receive from my new friends.
I had no idea empty hands could be so powerful.