Discipleship

We can All be Mentors and Mentees

By Jennifer Manabat

Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another

- Proverbs 27:17

Older women likewise are to be reverent in behavior, not slanderers or slaves to much wine. They are to teach what is good, and so train the young women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled.

- Titus 2:3-5

So I exhort the elders among you, as a fellow elder and a witness of the sufferings of Christ, as well as a partaker in the glory that is going to be revealed: shepherd the flock of God that is among you, exercising oversight, not under compulsion, but willingly, as God would have you; not for shameful gain, but eagerly; not domineering over those in your charge, but being examples to the flock. And when the chief Shepherd appears, you will receive the unfading crown of glory. Likewise, you who are younger, be subject to the elders. Clothe yourselves, all of you, with humility toward one another, for “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.”

- 1 Peter 5:1-5

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God.

- Colossians 3:16

The bible is full of verses on mentoring and how elders (mentors!) can guide and build up those who have not traveled as far or as long on their journeys. When I first became a Christ follower, I had the opportunity to be mentored by an older woman at my church, and it was such a wonderful and life-changing experience. I was astounded that a woman wanted to come alongside me, teach me, and help me to grow in my faith. Seeing the benefit, it instilled in me a deep desire to do the same for other women that God would bring along my path.  

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Having been both a mentee and a mentor, I’ve experienced both sides and I’m of the belief that anyone and everyone can be a mentor or mentee. Being a mentor has helped me to realize that I have authentic life experience that I can share with mentees to help them on their journeys. There is always the opportunity to grow and learn more about ourselves at any phase of our lives. And God calls us to share that life knowledge and experience with others in return. He can speak and work through us if we will let Him.

Mentoring also helped me to realize that mentees can benefit so much just from having someone to listen to them - to really listen and be a sounding board. And who doesn’t need that? There are so many voices talking at us and telling us to do this or be that to be happier or more successful, and it can be overwhelming. To find someone you trust that will come alongside of you and listen to you, and to provide wisdom, truth, and grace is a real gift. So don’t worry if you don’t know what to say or what specific advice to give to a mentee – just be present with them, ask questions, and listen.

If you have never mentored anyone, I encourage you to do so. It is such a rich and rewarding experience. One of the greatest things I’ve learned about mentoring, and why I continue to do so, is that the experience always grows me in the process. In seeking to guide others and provide insight, I have found that the women I’ve mentored always have something to teach me too. I’ve learned that I may not always get it right, that I may have imposed a thought or piece of advice, but I give myself grace and remind myself that I am a work in progress too. I have also realized you don’t have to have all the answers, and you probably won’t! Remember that mentoring is about relationship, and when you start there, you can’t go wrong.


Jennifer has been one of the mentors for Resource Global. She is currently a Pediatric Occupational Therapist at Kids In Sync and lives in the Chicagoland area.

Alternate Realities and Alternate Poverties

As a child, whenever I was approached by beggars on the streets of Shanghai, I recall pausing and reaching for my coin purse before my parents would pull me along and gently reprimand me: didn’t I know my money would just encourage their slothfulness, that if these people really tried they could find a real job? Their words did not sit well with me, not then or later as I repeatedly encountered homeless people in every city we visited or lived in. But then again, who was I to disobey my parents’ wishes, when I wasn’t even sure what difference my contribution would make?

Entering university and once again facing the glaring reality of homelessness in the world’s wealthiest economy, I sought to educate myself about an injustice that seemed beyond comprehension. In my community psychology class, I was surprised to learn that the primary driver of homelessness is not mental illness, addiction, or crime but simply the lack of affordable housing. In my daily devotionals, I was challenged by account after account in which Jesus chose to spend time with and care for the homeless, poor, diseased, and despised in first-century Jewish society. Around campus, I began to strike up conversations beyond the cursory “Hello, how are you?” with street paper vendors I saw regularly, curious to hear their stories and hoping to help meet some of their immediate needs.

It was during one of these conversations that I first befriended Stephen and Edie, over a year ago. A startling number of characteristics unite us. We work and live in Nashville, where Stephen and I are both students pursuing social science degrees at local universities. We are passionate about people and theology and social justice, and we love and worship the same God. When we are spending time together, exchanging stories, I can almost forget the barriers that separate us.

Yet, we live completely different realities. Each day, Stephen and Edie bravely bear the scars of having lost their home and their youngest daughter in the Nashville flood of 2010. Each day, as they earn their daily living dollar by dollar, they choose to bless and pray not only for the passersby who are kind to them, but also for the many who hurry on with blank expressions and averted eyes, or even hurl food and mockery in their faces. Each day, Stephen and Edie thank Jesus for His continuous mercies and daily provision. Is it not I who am spiritually poor, and they who God has sent to fill my poverty?

I have a long way to go before I can truly understand or empathize with the experiences of Stephen, Edie, and many worldwide who may suffer even more than they do. But I refuse to sit in inaction, paralyzed by the ambiguity of who and how best to help. With each life and alternate reality I choose to intertwine with mine— Stephen, Edie, and other homeless friends I have met, the street-smart African American first graders I tutor every Wednesday, my ex-students in Phnom Penh who still dearly hold my heart, those I hope to meet and share life with through PiA—I will learn to engage rather than to overlook, to love rather than fear, and to be a catalyst for radical compassion.

Felicia Hanitio

Jakarta Cohort, 2018