Saying No to the Sense of Entitlement

Scholarship Students with Assumption Parish Delegation

We huffed and puffed climbing the steep path up a scruffy mountain, over orange to watermelon-sized rocks and the big tree roots protruding between them. It was hot, and the sweat was starting to drip from all the usual places.

After about 20 minutes, we arrived where Salvador, a 20-year old who is only in his second year of high school, lives with an unmarried older brother. Only out of respect can you call it a “house.” It’s square with four corrugated metal walls and a roof of the same material – not the best for a humid climate with temperatures that are nearly always over 90 degrees. It has one room furnished with two neatly-made beds.

The floor is of packed dirt. It has electricity, as evidenced by the single bulb hanging from the ceiling, but no plumbing. There is no apparent outdoor latrine.

A hundred yards or so above Salvador’s house is that of his parents, who live with two daughters. The house is similar to Salvador’s – packed dirt floor, no plumbing, sparse furniture. His parents are in their 40s and 50s but look at least a decade older. Neither have jobs because they are unable to work. The father has heart disease. The mother, a disease of the colon.

$80 per Month

Salvador, who works part-time as a waiter in a restaurant along El Salvador’s coast, is the family’s only source of income. He makes $80 a month.

The visit to Salvador’s home was part of a week-long trip to El Salvador by a delegation from our parish, Assumption of Granger, Ia., which has a sister-parish relationship with a parish in a village called Tamanique. We provide scholarships to help Salvador and 29 other kids from the community - regardless of their religious affiliation – go to high school and college.

I’ve been on these trips to El Salvador many times, but coming home, I can never adequately describe them. I always come back in a mild state of shock. I want to tell people about the experience, but perhaps like veterans coming home from foreign assignments, I have the feeling that people wouldn’t understand. And though no one has said so, I feel they aren’t that interested.

We spend most of our time there simply visiting the kids and their families, listening to them, trying to show solidarity. Most of them live in what most Americans would call miserable poverty. Most parents have only a couple of years of formal education. Many have none, and can’t read or write.

Salvador's House

With each trip, I expect things to be a little better in El Salvador – to see a little less poverty, the evidence of a little more education, a little greater sense of pride among Salvadorans – but my expectations go unfulfilled. No one feels this disappointment more than the Salvadorans themselves.

Roberto Cruz, a Salvadoran friend, put it this way, referring to the country’s brutal, 12-year civil war which ended in 1992.

“After the war, we thought everything would get better,” he says, “that our children would be able to get a good education, that there would be jobs, that we would finally be able to live decent lives. It hasn’t turned out that way.”

The official El Salvador unemployment rate for 2016 is 7 percent, but people like Salvador’s family would find that figure laughable. In rural areas, at least, most people live from hand to mouth in subsistence farming or low-paying, part-time jobs.

Theoretically, education is free, but many rural children can’t afford to get back and forth from school or pay for lunches. Crime and gang activity is rampant in much of the country. Public services are sparse. And El Salvador attracts more than its share of natural disasters. The country is prone to earthquakes and tropical depressions that regularly kill thousands.

Resilient and Kind

Still, Salvadorans are among the most resilient and kindest people I’ve ever met. They exhibit heroic hope in the face of apparent hopelessness. The kids we help and their families are obviously smart. And they’re grateful, and tell us so over and over.

While there and upon my arrival at home, I find myself asking questions with no apparent answers. How is that I was born into relative prosperity in a prosperous country and so many people around the world live in misery? What, exactly, did God have in mind?

The only honest answer is, “I don’t know.” What I do know is that my relative prosperity isn’t anything I earned. I have absolutely no reason to feel superior or to have any sense of entitlement.

For me, the inequality into which we’re born has nothing to do with “God’s will.” And it isn’t random. It exists because we allow it. And no amount of prayer to God to fix it will make a difference.

No, God has given us the job of helping people like Salvador’s family. Programs like ours help; but as human beings overall, we’re failing miserably.

If you would like to see more pictures from Tamanique, or contribute to the scholarship fund, click on http://assumptiongranger.org/parish-ministries/tamanique-sister-parish/