When Bill and myself first gathered our ideas and recipes for the cookbook we knew from the start that we were not in it for funding, a quick buck, or fame. But that God had shown us an opportunity to advocate for multiculturalism through selling a cookbook. As we filled the cookbook with more and more recipes it became clear that something was taking root in this… something was growing and shifting and becoming its own being. 

Welcoming has become a central focus of our ministry and we believe it has always been a central focus of God’s. 

To welcome another human is to confirm that God has given them worth. To extend the hand of welcome is to physically extend the tender, loving care of God in real concrete forms. 

Money is awkward. It just is. Everyone needs it, and no one has figured out how to grow it on trees yet. Money makes people feel self conscious - whether you think you have too much, or too little. Money is the root of all evil, but is also sometimes the means of blessing. 

We are looking for sponsors to not only donate funding for a second edition of the cookbook but more importantly to  join us in the vital movement of welcoming in 2020. 

We are confident that God will provide the funding we need to extend this grassroots movement deeper and deeper but we are also aware of the power of mobilizing the church and extending the invitation to our church families as well. 

By becoming a sponsor of this cookbook, you are directly helping to pave a path to true multiculturalism — first, by allowing us, Meagan and Bill, to spend more time directly engaged within these multicultural settings, and secondly, by opening up new opportunities within your place of worship to host and serve international individuals and families.  
Your sponsorship helps us subsidize our production costs, with the added benefit of funding various area International, American, Campus, and Refugee ministries in which we seek to help students engage those from other cultures. It’s through ministries — like BISM, Campus Ambassadors, and WARM — working together that we believe will lead to more effective, Kingdom oriented results.  
Sponsors costs are: 

Gold sponsor, $225
Silver sponsor $160
Bronze sponsor $85
Helping sponsor Under $85 
Any donation under $85 is acknowledged on the helping sponsor insert as well.  
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We ask you to prayerfully consider helping us and your church to be part of the solution. Money is awkward… but it does not have to be when we acknowledge that none of it is ours anyway, and with open hands approach the throne of God and ask, “What’s next?”. 
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When I, Meagan, was in Indonesia for a short trip to teach English there was one muggy morning (when is it not muggy in Indonesia) we all piled into a small car and went to the market with our Ebu (the traditional name of respect for an older woman - kind of like Mrs. to Americans). I stepped out of the car and instantly got hit with 45 different smells and sights I had never seen before. 

Rich, earthy spices laid out on beautiful fabrics, ladies sitting on mountains of coffee beans putting one cup measures into cloth bags, and motor bikes zigging in and out of the aisle ways. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't the reason for more than one loud honks from one of these skilled drivers. As Ebu got all the spices and produce she needed we walked through the aisles, in awe of everything that was new. These beautiful people knew how to cook everything that grew on the land.  

I squatted down to look closer at some flip flops and learned my first and most detrimental mistake of the market.

Never lose sight of Ebu. 

I stood up and looked around. A small shock of fear spread through my body. Where was Ebu? I scanned the sea of hijabs and couldn't find hers. Hundreds of brightly dressed women swam around me and I panicky searched all their faces. Thankfully, and awkwardly, my Dutch genes gave me the advantage of height on the Indonesian people and so I could see the tops of everyones head. But I could not find Ebu.

Oh Meagan, how did you do this? 

I knew none of the language, had not clue how to get back to the village, and my American cell phone might as well have been a pound of jackfruit for how useful it was in the rural jungle where we were. My mom always told me the when I get lost to stand right where I am and she would come find me where she last saw me. Please find me Ebu! 

Ebu did find me. She had been hailing a motorbike to take the groceries home for her and never lost sight of me. I was found all along. 

I think of this story from my own life when I see someone struggling at a grocery store or not sure what to do in a situation that seems so simple to me. Being in a completely different culture is not only overwhelming, its downright scary! Part of welcoming well is understanding the fear surrounding any unknown and meeting that fear with love. 

What if the lady confused at the checkout has never used American currency before? She is only used to the barder system. 

What if the old man sampling grapes in the produce section is used to testing the produce in marketplaces before he buys it? 

What if the woman who has 8 busy kids was so scared to leave her home because last time she left she was screamed at for not "knowing what to do" that that's why she is a little short tempered? She came because they are hungry. 

There are so many opportunities around us to recognize people who have "lost their Ebu". People who are weary, taxed, sad, bitter, and just plain scared. Will we react in frustration or we will actively welcome them with open arms because we know what its like to be lost too?