In June, Dustin's Dream sent a team of 17 to Guatemala City where they saw approximately 180 patients daily for general health care and dental needs. Additionally, they provided a Vacation Bible School for approximately 100 children each day. They also participated in a time of worship and feeding for the homeless and feeding those living in the settlements. Deondra and several team members share about their experience serving there.
Team members: Cassie Bartlett, JBU Student (Biology), Barbara Billy, Children’s Minister, Ana Castillo, JBU Student/Translator, Danae Chamberlain, Graduate Student/Translator, Deondra Chamberlain, RN, Dr. Scott Clark, Family Practice, Molly Clark, HS Student, Dr. Carl Duncan, Family Practice, Kambryn Duncan, HS Student, Kyler Duncan, College Student (Harding University), Veronica Martinez, Dental Hygienist/Translator, Dr. Trent McCord, Dentist, Brittany Pierce, RN, Cesia Rodriguez, Graduate Nursing Student JBU, Andrea Rollins, RN, Diane Spear, RN, and Tasha Watson, Dental Hygienist
Today as I reflect back on our time in Guatemala during the first week of June, I can only think of gratefulness. Each visit I am blown away by the gratefulness the people living near the city dump possess and radiate. Whether it be during an encounter with a patient, a conversation in the "prayer circle" while they wait for medications, a home visit, or a feeding in the settlements, they all are so thankful and joyful. By the world's standards, they have very little and are poor; whereas, we might be described as "well-off." However, each trip, I'm reminded that these people are rich - rich with joy, love, and gratitude. It points me back to what is truly most important in life.
Someone asked what the highlight of the trip was for me and all I could reply was "which one"? My heart was filled with joy as multiple patients prayed and accepted Christ. Some had never heard about Jesus and what He has done for us. The youngest I had the privilege of telling about Christ was a 12 year old boy who doesn't go to school, because he has to work in the dump in order to make a living for his family. After we shared with him about God, he prayed and asked Christ into his heart. Please pray that the seed sown will continue to grow and that he can impact his community for Christ.
Another highlight for the DD team was being able to gift a young mother, Micaela, with a full/twin bunkbed. We learned of the need while working at the clinic one day. She is raising three young children, and her husband was tragically killed when she was pregnant with the youngest. Micaela had one broken twin bed at her house. Each night, she and her three children would place their upper bodies across the bed and their feet on chairs as they slept. One of the chairs they had was made with plastic, 2-liter pop bottles. There were many tears of gratefulness shed as Micaela accepted our gift.
There are countless more stories to tell. Ultimately, our team has walked away from this trip in awe of the work the Lord did in our week there. We want to thank you so much for your continued support of Dustin's Dream year after year. You are affecting so many lives for the Kingdom. We could not do it without you!
Deondra Chamberlain, Dustin's Mother and founder of Dustin's Dream
The first day of clinic, for me, was filled with anticipation and the desire to serve the families living near the dump. Before we opened the doors, we all circled up; the 16 other people on the team, doctors, and translators. Dr. Duncan gave us a “word of the day” in hopes that we all follow in incorporating it into our service. His word for the first day was small but valuable… “love,” he said, “these people want nothing more than to be loved”.
The whole week I had the privilege to work with the kids who came from both the clinic and the school. As soon as they saw us blowing bubbles and handing out chalk, we were bombarded with big hugs and beautiful smiles.
All the children that we interacted with came from such poverty, and it made our service be put into perspective. I learned that making a difference doesn’t have to be making immediate changes, but it can stem from loving others.
Cassie Bartlett, Dustin's Dream Mission Team Member June 2019
Genesis 50:20 "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives."
Throughout the week I was privileged to serve along side my sister, Deondra, in Guatemala, this verse kept coming to my mind. It was so encouraging to see how God has used a tragic situation and turned it into something beautiful. The people we ministered to in Guatemala were some of the most grateful and loving people I've ever taken care of.
The very first patient I had on Monday morning said her husband had gone to the clinic at 3am that morning to get in line to make sure she could be seen. It was one of the many instances I realized we take so much for granted her in America. It was so fulfilling to use my nursing skills helping these people. Then, to be able to worship with and serve the homeless near the clinic was a blessing. The joy and the blessings I received from this week was far more rewarding than any earthly pay I could ever get. While in Guatemala, it was a joy to be the hands and feet of Jesus. Thank you to Dustin's Dream for listening to God's call and continuing Dustin's legacy in Guatemala.
Diane Spear, Dustin's Dream Mission Team Member June 2019
This young man came into the prayer room after having a tooth extracted. I don't remember his name but can not forget his face. He is 21, the same age as my oldest son. Aurora interpreted his story to me. He received Christ when he was younger but became involved in a gang in his teenage years. During this time he participated in activities unpleasing to God. During this time he received a gunshot to his face leaving one side of his face paralyzed. He felt because of his physical and moral condition God did not want him.
I got to share with him the beauty of the gospel and about Christ's unconditional love and forgiveness. We remembered together the story of the prodigal son. After praying together his face began to look different. Despite the numbness from his extraction and paralysis on one side, a smile began to emerge along with a presence of peace. Isn't he handsome!
Barbara Billy, Dustin's Dream Mission Team Member June 2019
Thank you for supporting and serving with Dustin's Dream! We could not do it without your love, prayers and financial support!
My name is Rachel Radke, and I am a Junior Psychology major on the Pre-Medical track at Baylor University located in Waco, Texas. This past May, I had the opportunity to take a class entitled Poverty & Health that included a ten-day medical mission trip to Guatemala City. It is with immense gratitude that I recount this transformative experience. It was made possible for myself, along with ten other students and two professors, to partake in only with the generous resources supplied by Dustin’s Dream – including financial scholarships, medical supplies, facilitates and spiritual support.
The main clinic was mere blocks away from the gated walls of the seminary. We’d pile into large white passenger vans with blacked-out windows and medical supplies. The streets we passed consisted of scrap metal shanties, starving dogs and people of all ages – faces smudged with dirt, eyes depressed in deep thought, movements slow with rigidity and mechanical repetition, clothing tattered and mismatched. Upon arrival, the gates to enter suddenly emerged indiscriminately from the flat affect of colorful, vertical structures lining the streets. We all crowded around the staff members in the waiting room, impressed by the quality of the building. All of the walls were cinderblock, yet they were painted in two-toned blues, oranges and pinks. It is three stories, the first of which contained typical waiting-room chairs aligned in neat rows as well as several exam rooms for the doctors. The second floor contained a pharmacy consisting of shelving units lined with medications in alphabetical order and folding tables supplied with small plastic baggies, labels, sharpies and pill sorters. Additional corners and small areas were utilized as prayer stations where folding chairs were arranged accordingly. Lastly, the third floor consisted of an early childhood development center – complete with toys and colorful murals on the walls.
The first day, I had the opportunity to work in the prayer station which was set up in a small room on the second floor of the clinic. Myself, a translator named Mira and our international host Devin would greet patient after patient, inviting them to sit with us and share any prayer requests that they had. Perhaps the most impactful individual we saw on this particular day was a young woman named Dulce. We had to relocate in order to pray with her because she was in a wheelchair and unable to get up the stairs. We took her outside into the open area between the clinic and the school where the children played. She quickly became vulnerable in sharing her story as to why she was in a wheelchair. She had owned a clothing store that had been extorted. Upon entering, the extortionists open fired. Dulce was pregnant at the time, giving birth prematurely. Her sister was fatally injured as a result of the incident, and on the same day she died – two days after the shooting – Dulce’s newborn baby also passed away. The funeral for both of them was held on Dulce’s older daughter’s birthday. She was forced to confront the intersection of life and death in a most real and tangible way. She exhibited bravery like none other I have ever seen as she detailed her excruciating pain. Lastly, she showed us a video on her phone of her attempting to stand – it was obvious that she had gathered every ounce of strength within her, continuously trying until at last she succeeded.
The following day, the clinic was located off the beaten path in a one-room church. The space itself was somewhat large, and we attempted to divide it into the various stations that we had prepared. The doctors’ rooms were located outside the main building in small Sunday school classrooms. In the morning, I had the opportunity to shadow the Pediatrician we brought with us, Ashleigh. She instructed me to use one of her books to track the children’s growth curves according to their weight. I also gave the patients stickers after their visit with the doctor. Most of the cases consisted of malnourished children who weren’t eating. Some were below the growth curve and very underweight for their age. The typical treatment for such conditions consisted of treating for worms if stomach pain was a complaint and providing vitamins. There were two notable cases I had the opportunity to encounter. The first was a baby who came with a woman who was not the mother and could not answer many questions regarding the child’s care and responsiveness. The baby had a very distinct cough as well as clear difficulty breathing with every breath she took. She was diagnosed with Croup and instructed to go to the hospital immediately. Unfortunately, it was quite apparent that they would have great difficulty arranging a ride to the nearest hospital and locating the child’s mother in order to take her to be treated.
The second impactful case that I witnessed while shadowing was a young boy with spina bifida. He was six years old, had a very large head and clubbed feet. His petite mother struggled under the weight of carrying him because he was unable to walk and completely immobile. I learned that his large head was a result of cerebrospinal fluid buildup due to a blockage at the base of his head caused by his condition. He had come to see the doctor for scabies, and all the other children who came in with the mother had it as well. As he sat in the plastic chair patiently, he would bend over and tickle his little sister, and both children would laugh hysterically. He had the brightest smile and most joy-filled eyes.
The following evening, all of the students got to participate in serving a feeding program offered by one of the local churches. Devin and a translator parked the vans at the main clinic, and we walked through several alleyways to get to the food station set up in the midst of scrap metal homes with fabric hanging as doors. This was by far the most surreal experience I have ever had the opportunity of partaking in. At first, the pastor of the church located amidst the worst poverty imaginable said a prayer and sang songs with the children. A seemingly endless line of children waited, giggling and fidgeting with bowls in their hands. Another nearby alleyway contained a line of homeless men. I was stationed at the beans, where I took the bowls from those waiting and passed them down the line. Many mothers came with several children, asking for six servings. Most of the time, the children’s and young mothers’ bowls were simple, faded plastic dishes, but they were often clean. On the other hand, the homeless adults would either bring dirty throw-away Styrofoam containers or halves of two-liter soda bottles. We waited patiently, the line dwindling, as a few individuals rushed to receive a meal last minute – mostly small children running on bare feet or tired mothers with worry in their eyes.
On Saturday, we went back to the main clinic where they conduct the AWANA program each week – a half-day program in the school that provides activities for children in the surrounding areas. We had planned and prepared our activities in groups of two to three prior to traveling to Guatemala. My partner, Brianna, and I focused on the body systems. In each presentation, we went into the classroom where the children of a particular age were waiting. First, we’d introduce ourselves and explain that we were going to teach the children about the systems of the body. We’d get a child to volunteer to be traced on a sheet of brown packing paper that we had cut. Next, we’d go through each organ of the body, explaining its function and allowing the children to place a construction paper cut-out on the body poster in its proper position. For the circulatory system, we created a relay race that demonstrated the amount of blood pumped through the body every minute. We had two buckets, one filled with water and one empty. The children would line up and each have a turn using a small scoop to transfer water from the full bucket to the empty one. At the end of this activity, we explained how much work your heart is doing each minute all on its own. For the respiratory system, we gave each child a brown paper bag and straw. They were to put the straw inside the bag and hold the top closed. Then, we demonstrated how with each breath that we take, the lungs expand and fill with air – represented by the bag getting larger when air is blown through the straw. Then, they could press the air out of the bag, as if exhaling. Lastly, each of the children got a bag of crackers they could eat. To represent how the digestive system works, we did a demonstration crushing the crackers for mechanical digestion and then pouring a liquid in the baggie to show how chemical digestion further breaks down the food. At the end, a volunteer got to draw a face on the completed person with all the organs placed on the body. Then, this visual was compared to the original child who had volunteered to be traced and hung on the wall of the classroom.
On Sunday afternoon, we went to a cemetery in order to view the dump in Guatemala City from a better vantage point. The cemetery itself consisted of elaborate grave sites that were essentially small decorated rooms in honor of entire families. Those who could not afford this type of grave were buried in what was referred to as lockers. It was a large structure containing rows of narrow slots that were embellished with flowers and notes on the outside of each locker. Apparently, the family members have to pay rent to keep their loved ones there and if they do not, their remains are dumped down the surrounding ravine. From the edge of the cemetery, it overlooked the massive dump in which many locals scavenge to make a living. They are not allowed to live there, but they enter it illegally and stay from sunup to sundown looking for anything that might be of value to sell, eat or build a home out of. Many people die because they rush to the new trucks that come in and are crushed under the tires. Still others are killed in massive garbage slides, and their bodies are often not found. This is the largest dump in Central America. It fills an entire ravine, and when it is compacted enough, dirt covers these areas allowing people to build homes on top of it.
As students, we were challenged to adapt to differing roles in the clinic, relocating physically to various set-ups and interact with different people. This pushed me to consider the multifaceted issues surrounding poverty and health in various contexts. The best moments of the trip were at the prayer station, interacting directly and intimately with the patients. Many would lay down their lives before me and want me to see a way to sort out their brokenness. Though I couldn’t offer all the answers, turning to prayer proved to be enough. Almost every individual I encountered had a relentless love for Christ and trusted His purpose for their life, so it was reassuring to see His faith ignited in their hearts – all I had to do was simply listen and encourage the restoration that is already at work in the communities we were immersed in.
The most unexpected, yet joyful moments, came when interacting with children both in the clinics and during the AWANA program at unstructured times. Whether it be a young child curling up in my lap with intrigue and trust or an older child smiling and teaching me songs with hand motions, children have an innate means of interacting with those who are different from themselves. Although I couldn’t speak their language, they still communicated with me through broad grins and gleeful giggles. It was a relief to see that as an outsider I could be embraced so readily without speaking a single word.
The most important theme that I observed during our time in Guatemala City is that though global issues such as poverty may be broad, intentionality in individuals uniting with one another can result in positive change that is powerful. Impacting even a single person’s life in minuscule or profound ways is worthwhile because each and every person has an inherent value that God deems to be worthy of abandoning all others for. I unexpectedly learned an immense amount from the translators, nurses, volunteers and Dr. Layla who were facilitating the clinics. They all worked tirelessly as we came together to simply observe and enhance the cause they were already pursuing. I appreciated how walls were broken down in pursuit of Christ – whether that meant educating people on basic health practices, sharing intimate stories of personal importance or coming together in prayer to ask God for solutions to problems that are beyond our scope of solving. This idea of making an impact regardless of its scale of magnitude can be translated into addressing any global phenomenon. Even within the multifaceted issue of poverty, one can focus on many different aspects of importance, but it only matters most that you distinguish one that you feel as though you can passionately pursue.
DCMF Mission Trip June 2018
by Dr. Trent McCord, DDS
In June of this year, my wife, Sara McCord, and I were blessed to be able to spend a week (and celebrate our 10 year anniversary!) in Guatemala City on a trip with Dustin's Dream. We went to serve and provide medical and dental care. We returned with more.
While at the Heart of Love Clinic, we provided care to hundreds of people in and around the garbage dump of Guatemala City. I'm just a dentist, not a real doctor, so I know little about the medical side of the trip and the services they provided, though I have no doubt that many lives were greatly improved, possibly even saved, by the services Sara, Dr. Duncan, Deondra, Carrie and team were able to provide. On the dental side of things, we just had a blast. We were able to bring along my rock star dental assistant, Eva Hicks, who served as assistant, translator, dance move teacher, and even dentist (She pulled 4 teeth!) during the trip! Shoot, my new Gentry Bestie, Jodi, even ripped some teeth out!
The people of Guatemala City were amazing. They helped me to learn Spanish, and sang and danced with us in the dental clinic. Some have made appearances now with Eva on Facebook rocking the infamous "dab" dance move, though few could keep up with Da "whip" Nae Chamberlain's rug cutting skills. We had one gentleman who came to see us on his birthday. And do you know what he said? He said his birthday present was that he was able to get his tooth pulled. When's the last time you got excited on your birthday to see a dentist? Don't lie. It's never happened and never will. I hear "No offense, doc, but I hate the dentist" multiple times a day. And here's a guy telling me I'm his birthday present. Wait, what?
We all work every day doing "normal" USA things. But "normal" USA things aren't the norm. To many, they are impossibilities. And guess what? Despite the differences in life and circumstances, we saw smiles. We heard laughter. Everyone got hugs. I think what we saw were happy hearts and joyous people. So, while Eva and I were able to provide dental services, and Sara and team were able to provide medical care... we were in return blessed with joy, smiles, laughter, and hugs. And a dose of simple reality that says maybe its the little things that make for happy hearts. And maybe those little things, like smiles and hugs, did more for our hearts than our tooth pulling and medicine giving did for the people of Guatemala.
Thank you to everyone for supporting Dustin's Dream and this group of amazing people. It is truly amazing to see the widespread joy and healing that has come through the life of Dustin.
Megan Rogers of Siloam Springs recently traveled with John Brown University to serve at the Heart of Love Clinic with soccer camps and Bible class camps. She generously shares her heart for the mission in Guatemala and what drives her to return and serve.
Hello all, my name is Megan Rodgers and I am a freshman at the University of Arkansas. I was born and raised in Siloam Springs and have had the opportunity to travel the Dustin Dream’s clinic with a group from John Brown University a few weeks ago for a spring break trip. This was my third time spending my spring break in Guatemala City and every time I leave I say that it’s the last, but something keeps pulling me back. You see, these people are different. Their lives are hard. Every time I go back I am reminded of this fact. Most of them have lived in this community for their entire lives, caught in a cycle of poverty with no hope of escaping. They work long days rummaging through the dump, trying to make a living for their families. Their homes are often no larger than my dorm room, but house entire families. And yet, they don’t feel sorry for themselves, they have not let their hardships make them bitter and they are not selfish about the little that they have. But rather, they are the most hospitable and joyful group of people I have met.
More than anything, I have been struck by the gratitude that these people have exhibited. Whether it is children, willing to share their snacks with me, parents brought to tears by our small gift of food during home visits, mothers not asking for treatment for themselves while taking their children to the clinic, or church ladies waiting until every other person has been served before eating at lunch time, these people hold everything that they have with an open hand, never taking anything for granted. Every year I return to the states with a new perspective, seeing my many blessing and swearing not to take them for granted. Every year, that promise is broken as I begin to become selfish once again, comparing my lot with others around me and pitying myself when others have more. Every year I sign up to return to Guatemala, hoping that this time that perspective of gratitude will stick around a little while longer. But this year something was different. This year when I flew out of the Guatemala City airport I shed a tear knowing that plans will not allow me to return next year. This year I resolved not to leave unchanged. I have spent the past few weeks wondering how to make this true and I believe I have stumbled upon an important truth.
If you’re like me, you’ve probably heard the saying that love is not an emotion but rather a choice. I believe the same is true for gratitude. The fact that people who have so much less than I do are consistently more grateful than I am is proof that gratitude is not dependant upon circumstances. If that were the case, you and I would constantly be overflowing with gratitude for the many ways in which we have been blessed. Gratitude is a choice. Not a once and for all, I resolve to grateful choice like I believe upon returning to the states in previous years. But rather a daily choice of thanksgiving to our Lord and Father who knows exactly what we need and promises to give it in His good and perfect timing. The reality is that if we know the truth of the sacrifice that the Lord has made for use we should be overflowing with gratitude every day, no matter what our current situation is. This is a reality that the people of Guatemala have embraced, leading to an abundance of joy even while they are surrounded by pain and misfortune. It is my prayer that you and I would also learn how to live in this reality, choosing daily to be grateful for the abundance that the Lord has blessed us with.
.I had the privilege of visiting the Heart of Love Clinic with a team from Life of Hope ministries. We assisted in the pharmacy, taking vitals, and praying with patients. As always, there is much more going on in and around Heart of Love Clinic and it is amazing to see!
Some patients we prayed with had left their homes as early as 4:30 a.m. in order to ensure receipt of a ticket to see Dr Layla. The waiting area is full of faces eager for both physical and spiritual healing. We prayed with patients who lived in the settlement and attended Pastor Saul's church. We prayed with patients who were not believers.
Pastor Saul gave us a tour of the third floor construction. I went with Nancy, our leader from Life of Hope, Dr. Layla, and Pastor Saul to a home improvement store where we looked at tile for the third floor and discussed ideas for a bright area, with a little color. Dr Layla chose the tile and we saw much of it installed by the end of the week!
Dr. Layla went with our team on Wednesday and Friday as we delivered bunk beds to families in the settlement. She then took us on several very emotional home visits.
We visited the home of a young woman whose four month old infant had passed away that morning due to illness and malnutrition. The infant was still on the bed. I could see the silhouette of his tiny face through the sheer covering draped over him. We tearfully prayed with the mother, and later attended the wake. I cannot even put into words the emotional weight of that day.
As I walked down a settlement street with Dr. Layla, she explained to me that the conditions are much more extreme in the newer colonies. There is little or no electricity, no water, and the methane fumes are very high. We visited a family in this area. Multiple members in this family were victims of gunshot wounds from a gang retaliation hit. The most seriously injured, an 8 year old little boy. He was shot below the knee. His injury required rods, screws and skin grafts. He has to lay still in bed for weeks, in order for proper healing to occur. As we left his home, we walked by the corner where the family was shot, noting the bullet holes in the sheet metal from the incident. These are not isolated situations. This is life in the settlement.
The love and compassion seen in Dr. Layla and Pastor Saul's ministries is evidenced in the clinic, the home visits, feeding the Pereginos, the Friday night feeding of hundreds at the settlement, and the way they are known and respected by all we encountered.
Please continue to lift Dr. Layla and Pastor Saul in prayer. Your support of Dustin's Dream Foundation extends far beyond the clinic walls in ways that you may never see firsthand. The needs are great. But through the ministry of Heart of Love and the passion of Dr. Layla and Pastor Saul, we see lives changing, people turning to Christ, and God's love continually poured out to the community of the Guatemala City garbage dump and beyond.
"Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. It is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen." 1 Cor 13:7-10 (J.B. Phillips New Testament)