The Mission: Stay silent for 25 hours, on the 25th April, to end 25 years of the Lord's Resistance Army's reign, who kidnap children and turn them into child soldiers.
Cause: Invisible Children is a movement seeking to end the conflict in uganda and stop the abduction of children for use as child soldiers.
The Rules: No speech, written communication or notes, texting, phone, Facebook or email.
The Result: $680 raised. 11 accidental words slipped out in the form of two phrases. A lot learnt.
Let me begin by saying it was not easy! I thought it would be, but of 10,000 words we speak each day, I succumbed to 11 of them. The first was while watching Scrubs and commentating on what the Janitor was to do next (I love the Janitor),that was 8 words. The second was a response to Lyndal when she habitually asked me if I could grab something for her off of the table.
I wasn't about to let the challenge be a walk in the park though. I figured it would be easy to simply refrain from spoken words, whilst still being free to communicate through other means, both written and electronic. In order to have the full experience I turned my phone off, only spoke to Lyndal through sign language, did not write anything down for others to read, or send any emails. The other thing I made sure I didn't do, was alter what the 25 hours would have looked liked if I was speaking. What follows is what I learnt!
The obvious person affected by this whole experiment was to be Lyndal, so we spoke about it beforehand. I asked her if she would be ok, going for a whole 25 hours without being the recipient of my sharp witty sense of humour. Strangely she told me she thought she would be ok, but this is probably just to mask the pain and loss she knew she was to feel. She did however make the most of my enforced 25 hours of silence with such phrases as: "Would you like to give me a massage every day for the next month, speak now or forever hold your peace." and "I have a proposal for you, can you make the bed for the next year without me asking? I'll take your silence as agreement." and "If you don't want to do the dishes make some noise!" She informed me afterwards that the one line she had planned to use but chose not to was "Why don't you talk to me anymore, it's like you're ignoring me, say something." Thankfully I could laugh and sign in response to what she said, but in all honesty, Lyndal was extremely tolerant and supportive, even saying afterwards, "it was fun trying to work out what you were trying to say". What was immensely affirming is that Lyndal knew what I was trying to say when no one else had a clue, I guess that's what ten years of being married does for you!
It surprised me the amount of people who upon hearing that I couldn't speak were really excited to hang out with me. I'm not sure if that was because they prefer it when I don't speak, or they enjoy the challenge of making life more difficult for me. Regardless, it is agony spending time with people over dinner (after 12two on Sunday and on Monday night) when I was forbidden to speak. I realised that I enjoy contributing a great deal to conversations, indicated by the number of times I had to bite my lip. Monday afternoon and evening was the worst though. We went out with some friends and one of them wasn't a Christian and they began a conversation about faith, God and all things spiritual. It nearly killed me not to be part of it. So much so that I was about to call a truce! I held my ground though and stayed true to the cause! There was a mixture of reactions, as already indicated but other included people thinking I was very shy and even rude, not speaking. When however, Lyndal explained the circumstance people's response was the same, they were encouraging but more so than this they were inspired!
Maybe what inspired people is that someone would undergo such a challenge, but I think what truly inspires is that there is a movement who will no longer tolerate children being made into soldiers and has decided to do something about it! Then through their efforts, creativity and passion, many others, like the 91,305 participants of the 25 Campaign, can sign up to a movement that will transform not only the country of Uganda, but the generations to come!
Through being silent I realised that so much of the power we have is our voice. Negotiating relational problems, resolving conflict, speaking up for your rights, sharing your opinion, encouraging others, ordering a coffee, joining in conversation, making suggestions, debriefing 12two events, venting frustrations, all become infinitely more difficult when you can't speak. This got me thinking about the tens of thousands of children who have been taken from their homes, schools and lives, then forced to return to murder people from their families and villages, so that they can never return home again. They have no voice! They have no way to speak out against the horrific injustice they are subjected to, and no one to listen to them if they could! They are totally powerless to change their circumstance, break the cycle, find freedom and be children again, because of the evil that has reigned in Uganda. I struggled for 25 hours with what it meant to be silenced, but now my heart breaks for those children whose childhood has been mercilessly and permanently stolen from them for the benefit of evil men! If they cannot speak out, then we must speak out for them, and if that requires me forfeiting my power so that children who are soldiers, are empowered with love, joy and freedom, then it is the smallest price to pay!
So as I begin to wrap up some of you are wondering how it was to go without my phone or email or facebook for 25 hours. Here is the honest answer: It was very easy! I struggled not to talk but didn't miss those other devices at all... Could say more on this but will leave it there. As the 25 hours ran down on the clock, Lyndal asked me if I had my welcome back speech prepared. What surprised me, once I was allowed to speak, was how clenched my jaw had been. I'd clenched it shut to avoid words slipping out, and that is what fuelled my speech "thank goodness that's over!"
What totally blew me away was the $680 worth of donations people so generously committed to the cause through my efforts. Thank you to all of you who not only contributed, but read this, who encouraged me, and who dared to dip your toe in the waters of this issue. Thanks also to those who enjoyed trying to make me talk... It was fun winning! Thanks also to Tegan Martin, whose action caused me to act. She did amazingly well with her fundraising, you can check it out here.
If you want to contribute to the cause that finances orphanages, counselling and rehabilitation for the children who have been rescued, then please feel free to do so
here. I think it's open for another little while yet.