We got a call from Josh, our fellow missionary from our other community that one of our kids, a second grader, Alvaro might be taken away. His mom just delivered her third baby, but because she is on meth the Child Protection Services took the baby and might take Alvaro and his little sister also. The mom was on meth during the entire pregnancy. We are not sure how the baby is. She herself (with 11 other siblings) was born to a mother who was also on drugs. Her one arm is not developed, she can’t really use it, yet she was not able to stay off drugs during her pregnancy.
Alvaro is her oldest child. He definitely has some issues with attention and comprehension. He had a hard time sitting still, usually struggled through homework club. Every day when he was finally done with his homework and received tis Pass Card, he flew with it to the field behind the building to play soccer. On the field he was a different child. He was poised, focused and got into the zone. He showed natural ability and enjoyed the game. At prayer time he was one of those who liked to jump up into our neck and be held till we had to leave. He is a sweet kid. We SO hope that growing up he will have the inner strength to break the cycle.
Last night around 8:30 we sat down to have dinner when 4 boys were knocking on our door. I should say one was doing the knocking because the other three were already sitting and dangling their feet at our patio table. They wanted to know if we would let the dogs out so they could play with them. We did, but we knew that their visit was about more than just that. When we asked if they were hungry, they answered with enthusiastic nodding. We had some good cake left over from our lunch guests, so we cut some nice slices for them and sat out with them to talk.
It was dark already. All of a sudden we heard some loud yelling and a few seconds later we saw blue and red lights and a police car flew past the left side of our patio. It was going so fast that I almost expected a big crash at the end of the ally because it is not long at all. All of a sudden everyone fled. Not just the boys, but the people who were sitting on the patios of the neighboring buildings. Then we saw another police car and police men running around on the other side of our patio. We were just standing there trying to understand what was going on when our neighbor signaled to us not to stand there but to go inside our apartment. So we did. And since one of the boys, Emilio got stuck there with us we brought him in too.
Emilio is a sweet little boy. He always looks into our eyes with his large, brown eyes. His face radiates openness, honesty and innocence, … but he never smiles. His face is always sad. He lives with his aunt and uncle and his two cousins in a room across our apartment. We don’t know what happened to his parents.
Trying to lighten up the tension in the air, we started to play Hoppers with him, a logical game with frogs and Lilly pads. He got into it surprisingly fast and enjoyed the challenge. About half an hour past when we couldn’t hear any sound of trouble from outside, so we walked him home. We asked our neighbor what happened earlier. She said the police was chasing a guy who was running from them with a gun. She also told us that unfortunately some gang members just got out of jail and were back in the community. This is not good news.
It was a beautiful morning today. First I spent some time in the presence of the Lord praying and reading His Word, then I exchanged some encouraging notes with Netha, a missionary friend of ours who is getting ready to move to Zambia to do full time mission work there.
Then I got a text from one of our supporters who heard about our need for a car. Praise the Lord! He told me that he felt that the Lord put it in his heart to help us with our car issue. That’s wonderful news because our 20 years old Corolla is ready to break down any day now.
Then I got another text from a friend about his wife. She fell last night and dislocated and fractured her left ankle in three places. He asked for prayers because his wife is the heartbeat of their home. I called him and offered to cook and take dinner over to them.
As I was gathering my thoughts and adjusting my plans for the day Manuel, (names are changed for anonymity – and for our safety) one of our neighbors knocked on the door. I brought him in and offered him coffee but he explained that he didn’t need any coffee to get his blood pressure up. He was asking me to help him with his son, Alvaro. He is a young guy who is on meth along with his friends and keeps hanging out in his dad’s garage right across our entrance. By the way, these are the guys who showed us a week ago that they will shoot us or cut our throats if we said, or did anything after they found out that Manuel complained to us about their meth addiction and criminal activities. Alvaro was so high on meth last night that he lit up some fireworks inside their apartment damaging everything and endangering his two little babies. Later he had no clue who did all that. As we walked over to their apartment Manuel proudly showed me that a family moved into his garage, helping him with the rent. At their place I met Manuel’s friend, Edmundo who was helping him clean and paint after the explosion. He was fluent in English so he helped my communication with Manuel. He asked me if I knew about any good rehab program because after what happened last night it looked like Alvaro was willing to seek help.
I went home and wasn’t really sure what to do. We just moved here, we don’t know much about the town and its resources, but people look to us for solutions. I called my friend Kevin at another urban mission who told me about Anaheim Lighthouse where they refer their people with drug and alcohol problems. Back to their house, gave them the info. They were going to try to find Alvaro and head over to the rehab facility with him. If he wasn’t ready yet, then they were planning to have an “intervention party” for him.
With that behind me I was heading to the grocery store to get the meat for the dinner I promised to cook for my friend’s family. I had very little time left because of the practice I run on Monday nights.
Needless to say that I got nothing done from what was on my plan for the day, but it was a good day anyway.
J….esus – first,
O…thers – second and
Y…ou – third, … wait, no Y just yet :)
It was six months ago when after two years of preparation we left Pittsburgh and headed out to Los Angeles to start serving as urban missionaries. Since the minute we arrived here our life became a crazy rush. Every moment of our days was scheduled. Being a part time missionary on part time pay, I had several weeks when I worked 60-70 hours non-stop. Men’s team, women’s team, kids camps, Mexico mission, Bible study for the kids in one community, Homework Club in the other, meetings, socials and the constant “being available” where we live. Agnes helped a lot in February, but in March she started to work in a full time job as an accountant. The 8 hours plus more than an hour commute both ways pretty much takes up her days. She can only help me in the evenings and weekends with the ministry. She would LOVE to help me more, and there surely is much more work to be done, but right now this is what our funding allows. Since we arrived we had zero time for support raising. What’s worse is that up until now we couldn’t even send any news to our present supporters, even though we thank the Lord daily for them. They are the ones who make it all possible.
If we ever had any doubt about the spiritual battle that is going on for every single soul, now we can be sure it is happening. We are experiencing it daily: attacks from the adversary from all kinds of directions intensified, but encouragement and reassurance from the Lord also. It was a very difficult time of transition for us. We live in the middle of an all-Mexican neighborhood. The streets are covered with garbage all the time, the dumpsters stink, people pee on the wall under our window, teenagers and young adults hang out in groups on the corners, police raids are regular, the police helicopter also, drugs, drunkenness, shooting, beating and gang issues. It is a completely different world, but it desperately needs God.
There was a time when we were quite scared and afraid, but the Holy Spirit reassured us – and keeps encouraging us daily. The kids call us “Coach Csaba, or Mr. Csaba” and “Teacher Agnes”. They flock to us. Many of them only eat at school, so a normal family-dinner is not known for them. Now that it is summer vacation, they munch on junk food snacks from the expired food truck that appears 3 times a day. They show up at our doors in groups at any time of the day looking for attention, something to do and of course some food. Often we find them sitting on our door step waiting for us to arrive.
Only three teens finished high school from our community. Two of them sometimes admit that they dream of maybe going to community college one day, but their circumstances are not helping them to ever get there. They have little hope. They work at a food packaging plant. These three are the most diligent ones around here. Most other young adults just “hang”, or “chill”, or into some trouble.
In most apartments, entire families live in each room, including the living room. And since the rooms are small, many just sleep on the floor. And there are families who rent a garage from the existing tenants. No window, no water, maybe some electricity through a long extension cord from an apartment. When we talk to them, they smell of several days of unshowered sweat and dirt. Women somehow have more and more babies but we are not sure who the fathers are. Some are in jail, some “rotate”. Most everyone seems to be related somehow in the neighborhood. And this is not temporary situation for them. They live like this for many years.
We are the only non-Hispanic people here. We were lucky to be able to join a small ongoing Bible study for the kids, so everyone found out quickly what we were all about. With our presence and the soccer and other activities we started that Bible study also got revived. Much more kids attend now.
Gang issues are unfortunately difficult here. We work with kids in two neighborhoods right beside each other, but they belong to two rival gangs. The younger kids don’t seem to care, but we have a hard time with the teenagers. This is understandable. A few weeks ago one young man (with mental disability) was shot in the chest 4 times and died because he was “at the wrong territory”, wearing “the wrong color”. One of our area’s gang leaders was just put in jail for two murders. This is good, but at the same time now the other two neighboring gangs are fighting for our streets. We knew nothing about this world back in Pittsburgh. We attended two seminars on how to disciple urban, high risk youth. That helped, but still we often feel clueless.
I could continue writing for hours, because so many things are happening here every day, but I have to go because we have a movie night for the Cypress community kids tonight. Please forgive us that we didn’t write so far, but we are quite overwhelmed even with just our everyday life here. But the Lord keeps encouraging us. We could not do this without Him. Whatever we do, however hard or scary it is sometimes, we remember that He is already here, working in the lives of these desperate people.
Using body language for communication
2 teams of 6 + 2 extra “neutral” players, who always join the team in ball possession, thus creating an 8v6 scenario, play a free-flowing possession game.
The emphasis is not just on keeping the ball, but on making creative runs off the ball ahead of time. In the first picture the blue team and the two extra red players are in possession of the ball. The Coach should have extra soccer balls and a good vantage point.
(Coaching points are marked with ->)
-> Can the players recognize the space where no defenders are present, and run into those areas to receive the ball?
-> Advanced level: can they get into tight spaces where pressure is present, but making their moves proactively and lightning fast?
-> Can they “Get In – Get Done – and Get Out? . . . meaning: with quick execution check in to pressure, get a one touch pass done, and get out of there?
Limit the touches on the ball based on the players’ ability level: 3 – 2 – 1 touch passes.
Two even teams of 7 players continue playing as it was established in Game A. In the second picture the yellow team has the ball and their players must make their movements for support. The only restriction every player has to adapt now is that they can’t talk, can’t shout, can’t whistle or handclap. No verbal communication and making noises of any kind is allowed. They can only use body language for communication. No pointing to directions either.
-> By using body language only, they can disguise their intentions and make it difficult for the defensive team to predict the movements of attackers.
-> By using body language only, the attackers must lift their heads and put them on the swivel, must look for and read each other’s signaling, respond to them accordingly, therefore think ahead and pro-act.
-> By using body language only, they will develop a keener sense of spatial awareness.
Such body language is: eye contact, open face, open shoulders and hips (instead of turning them away), the direction, the angle, the pace and most of all the timing of runs.
30 x 30 grid
12 players (4 blues, 4 purples, 4 reds) are randomly passing around with 6 balls.
Players with the ball are looking for open team mates, and players without the ball looking to connect for receiving a pass. Coach must have extra soccer balls and a good view for the whole grid.
1st Restriction: everyone must be on the move and the ball can never stop; it can only change direction.
(Coaching points are marked with ->)
->first touch to space or toward support – the player receiving the ball has to have an idea
->prepare body position according to that idea – early action will ensure smooth ball circulation
30 x 30 grid
Coach must have extra soccer balls and a good view of the whole grid.
12 players with one ball are playing a Three Teams Possession game
(4 blues and 4 purples vs. the 4 reds creating an all time 8v4 scenario).
Whichever team loses possession to another or plays the ball out of bounce, becomes the defending team (e. g.: if a purple player loses the ball to the reds, now the purples defend while the reds join the blues and create a new group of 8 attacking players). 1st Restriction and all coaching points are in effect. Start out with a free flowing 8v4.
2nd Restriction: the player receiving the pass can’t pass it back to the server. He/she must pass it to a third player. We are now looking for the third player on the move. This tiny adjustment will facilitate movements with and without the ball, thus moving as a team from one place to another.
-> point out the visual cue: when A passes to B, C in the same time is already on the move to support B; then while B passes to C, D is already on the move, and so on . . .
3rd Restriction: the 8 attacking players must alternate colors as they pass the ball among themselves (blue – purple – blue – purple . . .)
4th Restriction: limited touches on the ball. 3 then 2 touches on the ball allowed.
-> first touch, body position, idea
30 x 30 grid
4 reds collectively apply greater pressure on the 8 attackers, thus forcing them to think and play faster.
-> constant movements off the ball will ensure higher number of short and long supports