Though not a Christ-Like attitude, a selfish part of me wants to declare this last year a worldy failure….how wrong huh. And I admit it! I’ve missed the work, the teaching and the mentoring that never developed here in Torit. There is a time perhaps in all of our lives where we have twenty questions for the Lord and nineteen are completely unanswered and the twentieth still makes one shrug in lack of understanding. That’s been 2008 in Torit. Yet, it’s not my job to work the harvest into God’s hands…I’ve been called to plant and He will be entrusted with the fruitfull labor I cannot direct.
So the future schedule is a “closing” of the time here in the Sudan.
It seems the timing couldn’t be better for me to move into another
teaching situation at a school which needs leadership.
Also, two AIM women staff will be working in Torit soon and staying in the compound where I have been living. No other housing situation outside the
compound developed. Our unit leaders (Phil and Linda) have continued to faithfully build housing on the actual AIM compound so future missionaries will have housing within the gated area in Torit. Kyle, my short term partner, will also be leaving for the States (North Dakota) on the 17th of December. Missionary life is transition and this will be a second close friend that is saying goodbye. Thank you for your own prayers and faithfulness along this journey…for now blessings from a very, very hot and dusty Torit, Matthew
Kampala
orphanage visit
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
2 Weeks in Nairobi, Kenya
I've been busy this last month. The business of the Sudan means often hanging around the staff room, teaching occasionally, and walking in and out of shops and merchant markets. Since making the decision to transfer into Kampala I’ve been excited to have a refreshing view on my ministry potential. I'm looking forward to being in the classroom and involved again in the lives of students.
The last two weeks I spent in Nairobi, Kenya. I enjoyed the pleasantness of the weather and the warm welcome of friends and AIM Staff people.
I arrived in Nairobi on Sunday and by Monday AIM had begun the leadership training conference in a beautiful local guest hostel. The same Catholic Sisters’ House that I stayed at in April of this past year. This was a wonderful week which included a lot of interaction with many in AIM leadership people. I am more and more impressed with the strong emphasis that our mission group places on relationships.
AIM continues to build strong, Christ centered churches throughout Africa. This is our theme and mission’s main goal; to build God’s kingdom using our specific gifts in our places of service. The week had a guest speaker named Mike Maples, a business and leadership trainer from California. He emphasized the strength of Nehemiah’s ability under the Lord to guide Israel into building what was previously thought impossible.
The week also allowed me to meet with Kampala personnel and help map out a chart for my transition into Kampala. My prayer request is still for housing; Heritage International will be able to take me as a Social Studies teacher, but finding available housing in urban Africa is a difficult task. I Appreciate this being brought before the Lord on my behalf.
The 2nd week in Kenya included a “personal leave week". I had days to take and I spent the time in Nairobi with my friends the Mutangilis, other Kenyan friends, AIM friends, and of course a real quality gym!!
The last two weeks I spent in Nairobi, Kenya. I enjoyed the pleasantness of the weather and the warm welcome of friends and AIM Staff people.
I arrived in Nairobi on Sunday and by Monday AIM had begun the leadership training conference in a beautiful local guest hostel. The same Catholic Sisters’ House that I stayed at in April of this past year. This was a wonderful week which included a lot of interaction with many in AIM leadership people. I am more and more impressed with the strong emphasis that our mission group places on relationships.
AIM continues to build strong, Christ centered churches throughout Africa. This is our theme and mission’s main goal; to build God’s kingdom using our specific gifts in our places of service. The week had a guest speaker named Mike Maples, a business and leadership trainer from California. He emphasized the strength of Nehemiah’s ability under the Lord to guide Israel into building what was previously thought impossible.
The week also allowed me to meet with Kampala personnel and help map out a chart for my transition into Kampala. My prayer request is still for housing; Heritage International will be able to take me as a Social Studies teacher, but finding available housing in urban Africa is a difficult task. I Appreciate this being brought before the Lord on my behalf.
The 2nd week in Kenya included a “personal leave week". I had days to take and I spent the time in Nairobi with my friends the Mutangilis, other Kenyan friends, AIM friends, and of course a real quality gym!!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Losing Friends
August 29, 2008
Our relationships in Africa are created to end at some point. Last night I said goodbye to two individuals who God used to expand my idea of friendship.
One, a Kenyan man named Julius Giamulu who I had known for nearly a year, and had unexpectedly met upon arrival in Torit. The second was a young lady named Florence who was suffering and fighting the AIDS virus at a Kampala clinic alone.
Julius was a great assistance to me in beginning several Bible fellowships that were begun among our Kenyan migrant laborers. Julius needed to leave Torit for better employment, to have another avenue to provide for his family in Western Kenya. Though my heart will miss him, his friendship was a trustworthy and strong presence in my life. He was an answer to prayer and perhaps, the one individual of whom had been my closest companion the past ten months in this city.
My time in Africa has been spanned over three years, and I’ve experienced several close relationships with African friends come to a physical ending. The struggle is how often in Africa, the setting, the timing, the location, of goodbyes, is never of our/my choosing. Never. Each relationship hits a point where the other must leave for the next road ahead prepared by our Lord. Julius will be in His hands until we meet again…and I’ve learned that this meeting may be not in this lifetime.
After driving two members of our Bible group home, Grace and Julius, and saying final farewells to Julius, I returned to our compound to learn of the passing of a small, and very sick young lady named Florence. She was a twelve year old girl who looked to be three, weighed perhaps thirty pounds, and lived on a bed in Uganda. When Gene Tan and I would visit her you could see already her facial features protruding from her face, which was extremely attractive despite her illness. During the few times I visited we would find a way to get her uncurled from bed and lead her outside to be up and moving. She had no family and was found abandoned and so the AIDS clinic Mild May became her only home. No visitors other than hospital staff. Her face would light up as she went outside got in a little toy car and took the wheel. She needed major assistance from the klutz (me) behind her but we sped away, and raced along into the parking lot. Florence passed away at a hospital in Kampala, Uganda after her body finally quit working. I’m very thankful for the small opportunity to have interacted and gotten to know her, and trust that she is with the Lord. I continue to say thank you for the consistent and faithful prayers and letters that so many of you have been giving.
John 14: 1-4 “ Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my father’s house there are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the place to where I am going.”
Thanks, Matthew K. Lovelace
Our relationships in Africa are created to end at some point. Last night I said goodbye to two individuals who God used to expand my idea of friendship.
One, a Kenyan man named Julius Giamulu who I had known for nearly a year, and had unexpectedly met upon arrival in Torit. The second was a young lady named Florence who was suffering and fighting the AIDS virus at a Kampala clinic alone.
Julius was a great assistance to me in beginning several Bible fellowships that were begun among our Kenyan migrant laborers. Julius needed to leave Torit for better employment, to have another avenue to provide for his family in Western Kenya. Though my heart will miss him, his friendship was a trustworthy and strong presence in my life. He was an answer to prayer and perhaps, the one individual of whom had been my closest companion the past ten months in this city.
My time in Africa has been spanned over three years, and I’ve experienced several close relationships with African friends come to a physical ending. The struggle is how often in Africa, the setting, the timing, the location, of goodbyes, is never of our/my choosing. Never. Each relationship hits a point where the other must leave for the next road ahead prepared by our Lord. Julius will be in His hands until we meet again…and I’ve learned that this meeting may be not in this lifetime.
After driving two members of our Bible group home, Grace and Julius, and saying final farewells to Julius, I returned to our compound to learn of the passing of a small, and very sick young lady named Florence. She was a twelve year old girl who looked to be three, weighed perhaps thirty pounds, and lived on a bed in Uganda. When Gene Tan and I would visit her you could see already her facial features protruding from her face, which was extremely attractive despite her illness. During the few times I visited we would find a way to get her uncurled from bed and lead her outside to be up and moving. She had no family and was found abandoned and so the AIDS clinic Mild May became her only home. No visitors other than hospital staff. Her face would light up as she went outside got in a little toy car and took the wheel. She needed major assistance from the klutz (me) behind her but we sped away, and raced along into the parking lot. Florence passed away at a hospital in Kampala, Uganda after her body finally quit working. I’m very thankful for the small opportunity to have interacted and gotten to know her, and trust that she is with the Lord. I continue to say thank you for the consistent and faithful prayers and letters that so many of you have been giving.
John 14: 1-4 “ Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my father’s house there are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the place to where I am going.”
Thanks, Matthew K. Lovelace
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Prayer letter/email August 2008
Matthew K. Lovelace
August 10th, 2008-08-08
Malachi 3: 16-17 “ Then those who feared the Lord talked with each other, and
the Lord listened and heard. A scroll of remembrance was written in his presence
concerning those who feared the Lord and honored His name. They will be mine,
says the Lord Almighty, in the day when I make up my treasured possession. I will
spare them, just as in compassion a man spares his son who serves him. And you
will see the distinction between the righteous and the wicked, between the those who serve God and those who do not.”
“ I the Lord do not change.” This morning my heart chooses to believe this. My mind and emotions would rebel otherwise. I trust that a sovereign almighty Lord is unchanging in his character and nature. That our Savior does distinguish the unrighteous and imposters from the righteous and committed. That despite the hurt and pain, even to His own children and followers, we are still His “ treasured possessions.” He will make this earth right someday.
This truth covers me with hope when the reality of experiences in Africa demonstrates otherwise. Life here in Africa, and specifically the Sudan, is harsh and raw. Over the last several weeks I’ve experienced first hand how devastating the effects of AIDS, disease, cruelty and people are. So often I receive prayer letters, glance at the opening scripture passage quickly then really focus on the meat of the missionaries stories and work. So I feel a little funny writing out scripture on my own here… but these verses from Malachi were exactly what I needed to read this morning.
Forgive me for having been away from internet contact lately, bad connections lately in Torit and then a good portion of my short trip to Arua, Uganda followed by Kampala were spent recovering from repeated bouts with malaria, parasites, and lots of other fun, friendly and endearing protozoa. When in doubt apparently go to a local, though notable, Kampala medical clinic and take lots and lots of blue pills! They did wonders for me. On a serious note though I cannot say strongly enough that there have been several illness bouts and some physical issues that have cleared up over time; Very thankful for His healing power.
News from the school: The Sudan examinations have begun, so Kyle and I are “busy” supervising hundreds of young men and women taking their end term tests. This may last several weeks…then a short break followed by a return to classes in late August. It’s been a difficult road for me at the school, I am floored by the opportunity to be in a secular school system in the Sudan ( all the Lord’s action ) and to have another AIM missionary join me, Kyle Kemp, and see him interact and grow at the school is truly the Lord’s handiwork. Quite often I feel the weight of being a pioneering missionary in allowing the Lord to use me as a ‘ foundation.’ Teaching at the Torit Secondary School though in regards to my actual teaching and input at the school has been minimal at best. A large portion of my time in Torit has been far more centered on building relationships this past year…wow, yeah, almost a year. Any measurable, tangible vocation has been set aside for this purpose I pray and trust. It’s been a remarkable nearly one year so far.
Some other developments:
The local Bible studies which were taking place with the nearby Kenyan laborers has come to a stop. The Lopii company that hired the men have closed their operations in Torit. That short time with these great guys have made me far more aware even now of the need to train and equip as ‘ we do not know the day nor hour.”
Forming a Scripture Union at the secondary school is taking time. A local Sudanese ministry official is helping push this process. Unfortunately, in the Sudan even a local Christian school program is subjected to the pull of local politics. At times I wonder if a functioning Scripture Union will develop here in Torit during my lifetime. I’ve also found that being here, and pushing for this program, may be the extent of my work in the S.U..
From this point on our local Africa Inland Church and Ministry officials need to collaborate to produce an organization such as Scripture Union. To that extent my hands are tied really…
During my last trip into Kampala I did some follow up research and work with local pastors and schools in regards to a possible Mslim ministry potential. I also had a few meetings with AIM’s Central Region administrators about looking into moving at some point to Kampala, Uganda to help spearhead a ministry through the secular educational system. My interest in this avenue ( and possible change in location ) is strong. Would this be a radical change? Yes, in that I will be moving from the Sudan. No, however, in that Kampala has become a second home and any move would involve teaching and working more closely with establishing and building relationships geared toward reaching Mslims. Also, AIM has streamlined its administrative borders, so Uganda is in the same AIM administrative district as is the South Sudan. We are all working together as an AIM team though we live in different locations. Above all, is the Lord deeply involved in this decision, or future move?
Will you lift this possible change and move in ministry up in prayer? I feel confident in allowing the Lord to move me in this way, but always desire you, my supporters to be a part of this change and also to approve.
August 10th, 2008-08-08
Malachi 3: 16-17 “ Then those who feared the Lord talked with each other, and
the Lord listened and heard. A scroll of remembrance was written in his presence
concerning those who feared the Lord and honored His name. They will be mine,
says the Lord Almighty, in the day when I make up my treasured possession. I will
spare them, just as in compassion a man spares his son who serves him. And you
will see the distinction between the righteous and the wicked, between the those who serve God and those who do not.”
“ I the Lord do not change.” This morning my heart chooses to believe this. My mind and emotions would rebel otherwise. I trust that a sovereign almighty Lord is unchanging in his character and nature. That our Savior does distinguish the unrighteous and imposters from the righteous and committed. That despite the hurt and pain, even to His own children and followers, we are still His “ treasured possessions.” He will make this earth right someday.
This truth covers me with hope when the reality of experiences in Africa demonstrates otherwise. Life here in Africa, and specifically the Sudan, is harsh and raw. Over the last several weeks I’ve experienced first hand how devastating the effects of AIDS, disease, cruelty and people are. So often I receive prayer letters, glance at the opening scripture passage quickly then really focus on the meat of the missionaries stories and work. So I feel a little funny writing out scripture on my own here… but these verses from Malachi were exactly what I needed to read this morning.
Forgive me for having been away from internet contact lately, bad connections lately in Torit and then a good portion of my short trip to Arua, Uganda followed by Kampala were spent recovering from repeated bouts with malaria, parasites, and lots of other fun, friendly and endearing protozoa. When in doubt apparently go to a local, though notable, Kampala medical clinic and take lots and lots of blue pills! They did wonders for me. On a serious note though I cannot say strongly enough that there have been several illness bouts and some physical issues that have cleared up over time; Very thankful for His healing power.
News from the school: The Sudan examinations have begun, so Kyle and I are “busy” supervising hundreds of young men and women taking their end term tests. This may last several weeks…then a short break followed by a return to classes in late August. It’s been a difficult road for me at the school, I am floored by the opportunity to be in a secular school system in the Sudan ( all the Lord’s action ) and to have another AIM missionary join me, Kyle Kemp, and see him interact and grow at the school is truly the Lord’s handiwork. Quite often I feel the weight of being a pioneering missionary in allowing the Lord to use me as a ‘ foundation.’ Teaching at the Torit Secondary School though in regards to my actual teaching and input at the school has been minimal at best. A large portion of my time in Torit has been far more centered on building relationships this past year…wow, yeah, almost a year. Any measurable, tangible vocation has been set aside for this purpose I pray and trust. It’s been a remarkable nearly one year so far.
Some other developments:
The local Bible studies which were taking place with the nearby Kenyan laborers has come to a stop. The Lopii company that hired the men have closed their operations in Torit. That short time with these great guys have made me far more aware even now of the need to train and equip as ‘ we do not know the day nor hour.”
Forming a Scripture Union at the secondary school is taking time. A local Sudanese ministry official is helping push this process. Unfortunately, in the Sudan even a local Christian school program is subjected to the pull of local politics. At times I wonder if a functioning Scripture Union will develop here in Torit during my lifetime. I’ve also found that being here, and pushing for this program, may be the extent of my work in the S.U..
From this point on our local Africa Inland Church and Ministry officials need to collaborate to produce an organization such as Scripture Union. To that extent my hands are tied really…
During my last trip into Kampala I did some follow up research and work with local pastors and schools in regards to a possible Mslim ministry potential. I also had a few meetings with AIM’s Central Region administrators about looking into moving at some point to Kampala, Uganda to help spearhead a ministry through the secular educational system. My interest in this avenue ( and possible change in location ) is strong. Would this be a radical change? Yes, in that I will be moving from the Sudan. No, however, in that Kampala has become a second home and any move would involve teaching and working more closely with establishing and building relationships geared toward reaching Mslims. Also, AIM has streamlined its administrative borders, so Uganda is in the same AIM administrative district as is the South Sudan. We are all working together as an AIM team though we live in different locations. Above all, is the Lord deeply involved in this decision, or future move?
Will you lift this possible change and move in ministry up in prayer? I feel confident in allowing the Lord to move me in this way, but always desire you, my supporters to be a part of this change and also to approve.
Comments about Torit by Missionary friend Gene in August 2008
We landed on a grassy airstrip in Nimule, right at the border Northern Uganda and Southern Sudan. I am still amazed on the simplicity of these airstrips and the ruggedness of the planes that land on these sites. Your welcoming party usually sits atop pickups or Toyota Landcruisers while rudimentary huts serve as their control towers. On this flight, the only passengers on this Mosquito (the plane) were me and Bishop Johnson. Quite a nice fellow. One thing about traveling is that you get to meet really interesting people. He is the bishop of the District of Torit (DOT), but had to stop by Nimule for a formal function. I admire Catholic priests, maybe because my great uncle was one and I admired what he had done. And maybe also I think it would be neat to wear a collar…I admire men in uniform, haha. Anyways, I digress again.
So we dropped off Bishop Johnson and we picked up Darlene (who is a nurse/mid-wife) who hails from Ohio to spend a couple of weeks with her daughter (who works in an orphanage). So off we went and in another 30 minutes (about NE of Nimule), we were again on the ground in Torit, Sudan. Once we had stopped rolling, I see Kyle Kemp (a short-termer from MN) holding out a white piece of paper with my name written on it approaching the plane. Haha, that cracked me up! He thought that I might get lost and confused in the ‘crowds.’ Haha, nonetheless, I felt very welcomed indeed! It was good to see Kyle. He spent a month with me in Kampala before coming up to Sudan with Matthew Lovelace. Kyle is such a good guy. Although he is a bit younger he is down-to-earth, not pretentious and funny. I am not very good with explaining, but you will have to take my word for it. So now, with me up here, all three of us are reunited, once again. It is good to be in the company of other men (no offense to the other girls) – if you can call us that. I still feel like I am a boy. Anyways, Matthew was down in Kampala with me the other week for a break so it is good that we get in touch several times throughout the year.
The air smelled of manure: not the best first impression, but, oh well, we will have to live with that. I later find out from Matthew and Kyle that the locals tended to use the other side of the airstrip as the town public restroom – wonderful! Thus the odor that I smelled was not from livestock but from humans: not the most pleasant thought. Actually, as I walked around town the smell of human feces was an all too common feature that really never left you. Plus, you really had to be careful on where you step…especially when you are trudging through taller grass. Fortunately, I have yet to step on any.
The AIM (Africa Inland Mission) field house is interestingly right beside the airstrip, which makes it a really cool place to be. Just imagine planes and helicopters landing in your backyard ever so often?! So, currently the AIM unit leaders are on home assignment and it is only Matthew and Kyle that are manning this ‘outpost.’
Invigilating?!
It is funny how people who speak English as their second language tend to use the more formal words. I know how that feels because I tended to that as well, even now. This is the last week of the second term and Matthew and Kyle are usually out in the school invigilating (you will have to look that one up if you want to know what that means) for most of the day.
What HIV/AIDS?!
I, on the other hand, walked over to the local hospital to just take a quick glance. I ended up hanging out with a bunch of instructors for the nursing school. The two in particular I was talking with were initially stationed in Juba (the capital of Southern Sudan), but was recently transferred over to Torit. Government employees, especially in health-related and educational fields usually do not have a say on where they are stationed. At times they can be posted in a region quite far from their family. This seems to be the norm here in Africa. Anyways, they asked me where I was from and I had to tell them that I was born in the Philippines but I am currently living in the United States. Often times, Africans do not believe that I am American – understandably so, because I am not white (that is ok though).
Anyways, we got to talking to what I was going here in Sudan and overall, Africa – and all the details that comes with that. Basically, the usual. They asked what was my impression on the HIV/AIDS situation – and I told them: honestly speaking, the spread and prevalence of HIV/AIDS here in Africa, if not, in the world are preventable and controllable. It is through the behavior and in some part culture that the HIV/AIDS pandemic has such a devastatingly deadly impact here in Africa. And…in unison, they nodded approvingly – I found that interesting, but not surprising. I know most Africans – well at least the people I have met – know what the problem is. Haha – but the conundrum is with the knowledge of the problem itself. Are people willing to change their behavior or more challengingly (is that a word) their culture/customs to combat this situation. I think with behavior – it will be easier to change with education and the knowledge that comes with it. However, with culture and customs that is so ingrained into the people itself it would be a more challenging endeavor. But I catch myself, as I think and write about this I realized that often times our behavior stems from our customs and culture, true? Duh! Still, there is hope – I see some changes and what can be done successfully in places like Kampala, Uganda. People are more aware and are slowly realizing the consequences of their behavior and the ‘imperfections (?)’ of their culture and customs. Here in Sudan, on the other hand, has a long way to go. Apparently, they do not have much of a problem with HIV/AIDS as compared with other countries. In fact, they say that they fear that the influx of people due to a lull in the fighting will bring potential infected people into the region. However, they really cannot prove that since they do not have any type of surveillance or education program regarding HIV/AIDS in the region yet. Oh well. The same goes when I went up to the Horn of Africa.
Anyways, I am realizing that there is no ‘perfect’ culture. Each has its own strengths and weaknesses – and more importantly there are definitely some absolute right and wrong in each. Would you ever think that female genital mutilation (or maybe you might want to term it as ‘circumcision’) as being ‘alright’ in certain cultural contexts? Hmm…I do not think so, but you are welcome to disagree.
With that said, I often ask myself where God is in all of this – and how, we as believers manifest His will in addressing these problems. In part, I sincerely know that when faced with these issues first hand, we are His hands and feet in doing something practical about it. We do something physical and worthwhile, right? We are ultimately humanitarians (and there is nothing wrong with that word) and a lot of us have heard this call at home and abroad. Jesus did the same a while back – so I figure we should do likewise. Yet for us who believe, there is more to life than what we see – and all of us, believer or not, crave something deeper like the woman near the well. Jesus also answered that. Body and soul – our God wants to heal and bring us back to Him. Unfortunately, I – we know that it is not all perfect in the real world and death and injustices still happen even when we try to stop it.
So we are back to the reality of the HIV/AIDS pandemic – besides other things – that is affecting Africa. There are a ton of things going wrong in this ‘dark continent’ – yet for some reason, there is still so much hope. I am reminded of the hardships Joseph went through when he was initially sold into slavery by his own brothers, wrongly accused by potiphar and forgotten by the baker – before at last he became the second most powerful man in Egypt. It is amazing how he clung to the reality of his God, remained faithful and waited patiently for God’s timing. In the end, when he confronted his brothers fearing retribution he said with sincerity, “ you intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives (Genesis 50:20).” I find it funny at times, that even with all these bogus and fake pastors in Africa, the reality of God is still so fiercely pursued among Africans. Maybe the presence of so many problems here in Africa is there for some reason – whether it is by God’s will or man’s doing, or both – hopefully, will produce the good God intended. And at the same time, we will there cooperating with Him to facilitate it.
So we dropped off Bishop Johnson and we picked up Darlene (who is a nurse/mid-wife) who hails from Ohio to spend a couple of weeks with her daughter (who works in an orphanage). So off we went and in another 30 minutes (about NE of Nimule), we were again on the ground in Torit, Sudan. Once we had stopped rolling, I see Kyle Kemp (a short-termer from MN) holding out a white piece of paper with my name written on it approaching the plane. Haha, that cracked me up! He thought that I might get lost and confused in the ‘crowds.’ Haha, nonetheless, I felt very welcomed indeed! It was good to see Kyle. He spent a month with me in Kampala before coming up to Sudan with Matthew Lovelace. Kyle is such a good guy. Although he is a bit younger he is down-to-earth, not pretentious and funny. I am not very good with explaining, but you will have to take my word for it. So now, with me up here, all three of us are reunited, once again. It is good to be in the company of other men (no offense to the other girls) – if you can call us that. I still feel like I am a boy. Anyways, Matthew was down in Kampala with me the other week for a break so it is good that we get in touch several times throughout the year.
The air smelled of manure: not the best first impression, but, oh well, we will have to live with that. I later find out from Matthew and Kyle that the locals tended to use the other side of the airstrip as the town public restroom – wonderful! Thus the odor that I smelled was not from livestock but from humans: not the most pleasant thought. Actually, as I walked around town the smell of human feces was an all too common feature that really never left you. Plus, you really had to be careful on where you step…especially when you are trudging through taller grass. Fortunately, I have yet to step on any.
The AIM (Africa Inland Mission) field house is interestingly right beside the airstrip, which makes it a really cool place to be. Just imagine planes and helicopters landing in your backyard ever so often?! So, currently the AIM unit leaders are on home assignment and it is only Matthew and Kyle that are manning this ‘outpost.’
Invigilating?!
It is funny how people who speak English as their second language tend to use the more formal words. I know how that feels because I tended to that as well, even now. This is the last week of the second term and Matthew and Kyle are usually out in the school invigilating (you will have to look that one up if you want to know what that means) for most of the day.
What HIV/AIDS?!
I, on the other hand, walked over to the local hospital to just take a quick glance. I ended up hanging out with a bunch of instructors for the nursing school. The two in particular I was talking with were initially stationed in Juba (the capital of Southern Sudan), but was recently transferred over to Torit. Government employees, especially in health-related and educational fields usually do not have a say on where they are stationed. At times they can be posted in a region quite far from their family. This seems to be the norm here in Africa. Anyways, they asked me where I was from and I had to tell them that I was born in the Philippines but I am currently living in the United States. Often times, Africans do not believe that I am American – understandably so, because I am not white (that is ok though).
Anyways, we got to talking to what I was going here in Sudan and overall, Africa – and all the details that comes with that. Basically, the usual. They asked what was my impression on the HIV/AIDS situation – and I told them: honestly speaking, the spread and prevalence of HIV/AIDS here in Africa, if not, in the world are preventable and controllable. It is through the behavior and in some part culture that the HIV/AIDS pandemic has such a devastatingly deadly impact here in Africa. And…in unison, they nodded approvingly – I found that interesting, but not surprising. I know most Africans – well at least the people I have met – know what the problem is. Haha – but the conundrum is with the knowledge of the problem itself. Are people willing to change their behavior or more challengingly (is that a word) their culture/customs to combat this situation. I think with behavior – it will be easier to change with education and the knowledge that comes with it. However, with culture and customs that is so ingrained into the people itself it would be a more challenging endeavor. But I catch myself, as I think and write about this I realized that often times our behavior stems from our customs and culture, true? Duh! Still, there is hope – I see some changes and what can be done successfully in places like Kampala, Uganda. People are more aware and are slowly realizing the consequences of their behavior and the ‘imperfections (?)’ of their culture and customs. Here in Sudan, on the other hand, has a long way to go. Apparently, they do not have much of a problem with HIV/AIDS as compared with other countries. In fact, they say that they fear that the influx of people due to a lull in the fighting will bring potential infected people into the region. However, they really cannot prove that since they do not have any type of surveillance or education program regarding HIV/AIDS in the region yet. Oh well. The same goes when I went up to the Horn of Africa.
Anyways, I am realizing that there is no ‘perfect’ culture. Each has its own strengths and weaknesses – and more importantly there are definitely some absolute right and wrong in each. Would you ever think that female genital mutilation (or maybe you might want to term it as ‘circumcision’) as being ‘alright’ in certain cultural contexts? Hmm…I do not think so, but you are welcome to disagree.
With that said, I often ask myself where God is in all of this – and how, we as believers manifest His will in addressing these problems. In part, I sincerely know that when faced with these issues first hand, we are His hands and feet in doing something practical about it. We do something physical and worthwhile, right? We are ultimately humanitarians (and there is nothing wrong with that word) and a lot of us have heard this call at home and abroad. Jesus did the same a while back – so I figure we should do likewise. Yet for us who believe, there is more to life than what we see – and all of us, believer or not, crave something deeper like the woman near the well. Jesus also answered that. Body and soul – our God wants to heal and bring us back to Him. Unfortunately, I – we know that it is not all perfect in the real world and death and injustices still happen even when we try to stop it.
So we are back to the reality of the HIV/AIDS pandemic – besides other things – that is affecting Africa. There are a ton of things going wrong in this ‘dark continent’ – yet for some reason, there is still so much hope. I am reminded of the hardships Joseph went through when he was initially sold into slavery by his own brothers, wrongly accused by potiphar and forgotten by the baker – before at last he became the second most powerful man in Egypt. It is amazing how he clung to the reality of his God, remained faithful and waited patiently for God’s timing. In the end, when he confronted his brothers fearing retribution he said with sincerity, “ you intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives (Genesis 50:20).” I find it funny at times, that even with all these bogus and fake pastors in Africa, the reality of God is still so fiercely pursued among Africans. Maybe the presence of so many problems here in Africa is there for some reason – whether it is by God’s will or man’s doing, or both – hopefully, will produce the good God intended. And at the same time, we will there cooperating with Him to facilitate it.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Back in Torit, Sudan--Apr.8-08
Upon arriving back into Torit I immediately left for the local hospital, not for myself, but rather to “see” the work being conducted by a visiting eye clinic team that came up from Uganda and stayed at our AIM compound for the week. So the week has already been full.
The local secondary school is still not in session…for many reasons. One is that the school system is in chaos, but we’ve covered this in previous writings haven’t we? The other reason school was closed was due to a national census that the government had spent months training hundreds/thousands of employees for the sole purpose of registering the entire South Sudan.
And now, as of today, the national census has been cancelled indefinitely. Ouch. Rumblings are starting again. The South saying the North is behind the stoppage, the North blaming the South. The Northern government registering and claiming the entire nation as either M. or animist, no Christians apparently! The Southerners are expressing anger at the North. So where do we go from here? This may become international news soon. For all the wrong reasons unfortunately. Let us continue to pray for this obviously fragile peace.
Torit itself continues to build at a rapid rate, we have another cell phone tower!
And this weekend ALL, the AIM South Sudan workers will be congregating at our Torit compound for our yearly retreat. Beginning Tuesday, the 15th of April ( Taxes! ) fellow missionaries will be arriving by land and place to stay with us here in Torit. It will be a crazy and filled week indeed….what a life.
Please write when you are able. Some of you have been giving and praying and blessing me behind the scenes in unbelievable ways. What fantastic confidence you have in His work here…may I burn into the work here. No matter what is before me, thanks so much.
A few, short prayer items if you will….
For continuing outreach in the community of Torit…I am praying for relationships with Jesus to develop with many of the Arab men and teachers I work with daily in & outside of school.
A healing body and specifically lower back….yes. How much fun I know.
But to have a developing injury in a area when ALL my transport is based on carrying and lifting and walking…makes a tender injury slightly concerning. Love total healing and relief and I know He can do this…
The month of May will see many fellow friends and co-workers leaving the Sudan and specifically Torit. Phil and Linda Byler, will be leaving for a four month furlough back to Pennsylvania. Kelly Miller will be leaving Torit this month for a "permanent" return to Virginia and several other fellow South Sudan colleagues will be returning to Canada or the States. Always in transition…..
Love, Lovelace
April in Uganda 4-08
On the 8th of April I returned from a lengthy stay in Uganda. Since landing back on the Africa soil in October I had yet to take any break from the ministries and work… Sometimes I become so absorbed in my present ministries that leaving is an after thought. I left Torit before the Easter weekend for a short “time out” and traveled by road through the South Sudan country spending one evening in Gulu, Uganda. This was my first encounter with the area of Northern Uganda which had until recently been engulfed in civil war. A war lead by the Lord’s Resistance Army and armed by child soldiers stolen from the Northern Acholi Ugandan tribes. Gulu, Uganda is now a prospering, developing East African town, comparable to any place in Kenya or Uganda. Sorry, but the Sudan isn’t quite there yet. When Torit has a gas station with apples and Diet Coke, then we’ve arrived! After an evening in Gulu, I hitched a ride on a large bus at around four thirty a.m. and arrived the same day into the heart of bustling Kampala town.
Thankfully, the time away from the Sudan in Uganda was refreshing and of course busy. I have earned the nickname “ Motor” from my beloved Aim colleagues at the Kampala, Uganda Central region offices. Never slowing down. So true. Absorbing and treasuring the time in Africa, whether Sudan, or Uganda, or Kenya makes my life blessed. How I desire to share this time with all of you. I have become close friends with another AIM’er named Gene Tan who works in AIDS research at a well-established Kampala, Uganda health clinic named MildMay. Together Gene and I shared a flat in Kampala alongside other AIM co-workers
The few weeks in Kampala were filled with various activities. Had the opportunity to volunteer at a local street children’s shelter named Dwelling Places. Gene and I were even able to take a few of these young men out to a movie…“ The Spiderwick Chronicles?” Does that ring any bells…anyway. The boys loved it. I also found new ways, even in a foreign city, to integrate into the very large, and visible, M. community. During one day a local M. Sheik took me to his Arab/M. training school located outside the Kampala area. I then spent an afternoon at the Mosque as a “guest” and visited his extended family and home. Hopefully, as time goes I will have further opportunities to reach into the M. community that is very open, and populous in the capitol of Uganda.
Thankfully, the time away from the Sudan in Uganda was refreshing and of course busy. I have earned the nickname “ Motor” from my beloved Aim colleagues at the Kampala, Uganda Central region offices. Never slowing down. So true. Absorbing and treasuring the time in Africa, whether Sudan, or Uganda, or Kenya makes my life blessed. How I desire to share this time with all of you. I have become close friends with another AIM’er named Gene Tan who works in AIDS research at a well-established Kampala, Uganda health clinic named MildMay. Together Gene and I shared a flat in Kampala alongside other AIM co-workers
The few weeks in Kampala were filled with various activities. Had the opportunity to volunteer at a local street children’s shelter named Dwelling Places. Gene and I were even able to take a few of these young men out to a movie…“ The Spiderwick Chronicles?” Does that ring any bells…anyway. The boys loved it. I also found new ways, even in a foreign city, to integrate into the very large, and visible, M. community. During one day a local M. Sheik took me to his Arab/M. training school located outside the Kampala area. I then spent an afternoon at the Mosque as a “guest” and visited his extended family and home. Hopefully, as time goes I will have further opportunities to reach into the M. community that is very open, and populous in the capitol of Uganda.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
A Time of serving
This past Saturday evening, before a lesson, one of the men who I have befriended explained that he would need to leave to tend to his neighbor. I nodded. Then I became curious as to what was really happening next door. I left his hut, walked next door, and saw one of the young men who had been attending the classes writhing in pain and agony on his sweat drenched old mat. He had contracted what seemed to be a severe case of malaria and was being tormented by pain and discomfort. As I watched, my Arab friend began feeding and tending to this man. Here was a humble example of a man, who prays day and night to a god who cannot hear, serving and loving one in desperate need as Jesus commanded me. I decided to help. Through the early evening we both took turns feeding and giving water to this young man. As my friend went for evening prayers I stayed with K. and his wife, praying over him and sprinkling his body with water.
These men desire to be purified from their sin but we know that only Christ can offer eternal cleansing. After writing to this point I returned to this man’s household yesterday to discover a mourning service in his memory. K. had passed away the evening after I was with him, leaving a young wife and one year old son. We have NO promise of tomorrow here.
These men desire to be purified from their sin but we know that only Christ can offer eternal cleansing. After writing to this point I returned to this man’s household yesterday to discover a mourning service in his memory. K. had passed away the evening after I was with him, leaving a young wife and one year old son. We have NO promise of tomorrow here.
Jer. 12:5 Feb. 2008
Jeremiah 12:5 “If you have raced with men on foot and grown tired how can you compete with horses?
If you stumble in a safe country how will you manage in the thickets by the Jordan?”
Scripture doesn’t always encourage me the way my heart believes it must. Jeremiah was disturbed at the injustice he witnessed in the world around him. He brought his concerns before the Lord, and the Lord responded with the above words. Do these comfort a wounded and weary heart? Will they bring strength to me? Or you? Still, they must for God is good, all the time. Every life experience prepares a believer for what the Lord has for him… walking in faith is indeed life’s most challenging work.
Honestly, at times seeing the surrounding misery makes me long for the strength to work harder… and other times to crawl into a hole and watch Super Bowl re-runs and eat frozen yogurt. No frozen yogurt in the Sudan yet. Mmm, what I wouldn’t do for some frozen coffee flavored Yoplait.
Lately, the wind and dust have picked up considerably here in the Torit area. Wind is blowing through the streets like an old western movie, complete with swirling dirt and at times, the banging of a saloon door.
Seriously, my Harley Davidson boots and lengthening hair are adding to my developing cowboy persona with the local people.
Beside the sudden change in the weather, the past two months have seen other changes in my ministry work. I have become more and more ingrained into the social life here in Torit. With these friendships have come new opportunities for witnessing and ministry. Recently, several Arabic men approached me in the market and asked if I would be willing to teach them the English language. As I have been praying for open doors into this unreached and Arabic community I readily accepted. Will you remember this in your prayers: that the Lord would stir in the hearts and dreams of these Arabic men who may have never heard the Good News.
Almost daily I venture into the Arab section of the Torit city, meeting with the tradesmen, speaking Arabic and learning about their life and culture. The North African people are uniquely mystifying to me. Embracing and tender toward me, yet rigid and harsh in their own beliefs. Much of this of course directly ties to their suffocating religious convictions. Slowly, God is bringing in His light.
If you stumble in a safe country how will you manage in the thickets by the Jordan?”
Scripture doesn’t always encourage me the way my heart believes it must. Jeremiah was disturbed at the injustice he witnessed in the world around him. He brought his concerns before the Lord, and the Lord responded with the above words. Do these comfort a wounded and weary heart? Will they bring strength to me? Or you? Still, they must for God is good, all the time. Every life experience prepares a believer for what the Lord has for him… walking in faith is indeed life’s most challenging work.
Honestly, at times seeing the surrounding misery makes me long for the strength to work harder… and other times to crawl into a hole and watch Super Bowl re-runs and eat frozen yogurt. No frozen yogurt in the Sudan yet. Mmm, what I wouldn’t do for some frozen coffee flavored Yoplait.
Lately, the wind and dust have picked up considerably here in the Torit area. Wind is blowing through the streets like an old western movie, complete with swirling dirt and at times, the banging of a saloon door.
Seriously, my Harley Davidson boots and lengthening hair are adding to my developing cowboy persona with the local people.
Beside the sudden change in the weather, the past two months have seen other changes in my ministry work. I have become more and more ingrained into the social life here in Torit. With these friendships have come new opportunities for witnessing and ministry. Recently, several Arabic men approached me in the market and asked if I would be willing to teach them the English language. As I have been praying for open doors into this unreached and Arabic community I readily accepted. Will you remember this in your prayers: that the Lord would stir in the hearts and dreams of these Arabic men who may have never heard the Good News.
Almost daily I venture into the Arab section of the Torit city, meeting with the tradesmen, speaking Arabic and learning about their life and culture. The North African people are uniquely mystifying to me. Embracing and tender toward me, yet rigid and harsh in their own beliefs. Much of this of course directly ties to their suffocating religious convictions. Slowly, God is bringing in His light.
KENYAN B. Study 2/08 -- Excerpts from letter to LCS
The Bible study with our Kenyan neighbors meets in our yard every Tuesday and Friday night. Thanks for your concern and questions about the Bible study. We just had another bible study last night under the stars. We have spent many weeks reading through the book of Daniel. Fires, lions, hands writing mysteriously on the wall, miracles, dreams, Angelic deliverance and stories of very dedicated and faithful soldiers for Christ! What incredible reading Daniel is! We have really grown from reading the true tales of men pushed to the limit by their faith and have seen firsthand our Father’s deliverance. Just last night we reviewed the first three chapters of Daniel and had a time of singing (songs in Kiswahili, not English) then concluded with prayer. These men and the Bible study has meant a great deal for my own spiritual growth.
This Bible study is made up of many Kenya (African ) men who have traveled into the Sudan as hired, foreign laborers and construction workers. Kenya is the country I spent two years living in and teaching before the Sudan. Kenya is located just south of the Sudan. Here in Torit there are many Kenyan men and women working or looking for work. These particular men live in an adjacent compound next to our compound. Will you pray for men such as….ready for some more names? Raphael, Julius, Daniel, and Joseph. Many more men attend the Bible study however, these men help guide and lead. Our study would not be possible without their steadfast work and dedication. Their faith is stronger than mine. Very difficult lives these faithful men have. So far from home and family, displaced in a foreign, neighboring country, living in tin shacks and sleeping on old, dirty mattresses but still praying and singing glory to the Lord out of thanksgiving, not obligation!
This Bible study is made up of many Kenya (African ) men who have traveled into the Sudan as hired, foreign laborers and construction workers. Kenya is the country I spent two years living in and teaching before the Sudan. Kenya is located just south of the Sudan. Here in Torit there are many Kenyan men and women working or looking for work. These particular men live in an adjacent compound next to our compound. Will you pray for men such as….ready for some more names? Raphael, Julius, Daniel, and Joseph. Many more men attend the Bible study however, these men help guide and lead. Our study would not be possible without their steadfast work and dedication. Their faith is stronger than mine. Very difficult lives these faithful men have. So far from home and family, displaced in a foreign, neighboring country, living in tin shacks and sleeping on old, dirty mattresses but still praying and singing glory to the Lord out of thanksgiving, not obligation!
TEACHING IN TORIT 2/08 Excerpts from letter to LCS Students
Where can I start? Many of you asked about the weather…it’s hot. The average temperature is between 90 degrees and often even 100. It is not humid here but it’s very dry, almost desert like scorching, windy heat. The past week I have been sleeping outside our compound in a tent as it is far more cool in the open air overnight. Here in the town of Torit, many…if not most, of the Sudanese people live in open air houses made out of mud and bricks so that the air and wind can cool them during the evening hours. This is the dry season so rain has been scarce. That is one of the differences in African climate; Rain is seasonal and of course, no snow. Which I do not miss, sorry guys! I heard how cold it has been in Lincoln. Maybe you can send some ice and snow in the next mail package.
I love teaching. Working within the South Sudan school system so far has been a very hit and miss process. I taught for three weeks, then the students had two weeks for the Sudan examinations. So my job was to proctor, or observe, the students to make sure they were diligently finishing their tests without cheating. The classrooms are dirty as wooden desks litter the rooms, and the windows are old and damaged. In every room are chalkboards; Ancient relics from years ago that create dust storms every time they are used. This Torit high school has yet to be rebuilt after the long civil war that destroyed the region.
The new school year began exactly one day after the end of the year! So on the 15th of February all teachers were reporting back to begin duties. Biology and English are now two subjects that I have been able to teach to the high school students here at the Torit Secondary School. The students do not have access to all the reading materials and textbooks that we do in America. No Encyclopedia Britannica’s, dictionaries or almanacs. The Sudanese teachers themselves use very old, and dusty hand-me-down instruction books and small hand size notebooks. Since the Sudan is rebuilding after many years of civil war the new government of the South Sudan is re-writing new curriculum textbooks for science, math, chemistry and history. Unfortunately, at the beginning of a new school year here the new textbooks are not yet even finished and have not been distributed to the Sudanese schools. So, you can see how chaotic and crazy is this school system. It is very unpredictable.
At the Torit Secondary School classes begin at eight in the morning and last until almost three o’ clock in the afternoon. Every day, at ten-thirty in the morning, the teachers eat a large meal together. This meal is called “ Fatur” which is Arabic for breakfast. Every day, twice a day, the cooks serve a very sugary drink called Shay. This is a sweetened tea. Most Sudanese eat only at ten-thirty in the morning and then again at four in the afternoon. These meals are almost always rice, beans, lentils or thick bread. These eating times are so different from our schedule in America!
My co-teachers are also very different! I am the only American on a staff of almost thirty teachers. Every other teacher is from Africa; Uganda, Kenya, South Sudan and North Sudan. Several of the North Sudan Arabic teachers are polite gentlemen who moved from the very large Sudan city called Khartoum. Khartoum is the capital of all of Sudan but is located hundreds of miles north from Torit. So these Arabic, men have traveled far, far from their homes.
I love teaching. Working within the South Sudan school system so far has been a very hit and miss process. I taught for three weeks, then the students had two weeks for the Sudan examinations. So my job was to proctor, or observe, the students to make sure they were diligently finishing their tests without cheating. The classrooms are dirty as wooden desks litter the rooms, and the windows are old and damaged. In every room are chalkboards; Ancient relics from years ago that create dust storms every time they are used. This Torit high school has yet to be rebuilt after the long civil war that destroyed the region.
The new school year began exactly one day after the end of the year! So on the 15th of February all teachers were reporting back to begin duties. Biology and English are now two subjects that I have been able to teach to the high school students here at the Torit Secondary School. The students do not have access to all the reading materials and textbooks that we do in America. No Encyclopedia Britannica’s, dictionaries or almanacs. The Sudanese teachers themselves use very old, and dusty hand-me-down instruction books and small hand size notebooks. Since the Sudan is rebuilding after many years of civil war the new government of the South Sudan is re-writing new curriculum textbooks for science, math, chemistry and history. Unfortunately, at the beginning of a new school year here the new textbooks are not yet even finished and have not been distributed to the Sudanese schools. So, you can see how chaotic and crazy is this school system. It is very unpredictable.
At the Torit Secondary School classes begin at eight in the morning and last until almost three o’ clock in the afternoon. Every day, at ten-thirty in the morning, the teachers eat a large meal together. This meal is called “ Fatur” which is Arabic for breakfast. Every day, twice a day, the cooks serve a very sugary drink called Shay. This is a sweetened tea. Most Sudanese eat only at ten-thirty in the morning and then again at four in the afternoon. These meals are almost always rice, beans, lentils or thick bread. These eating times are so different from our schedule in America!
My co-teachers are also very different! I am the only American on a staff of almost thirty teachers. Every other teacher is from Africa; Uganda, Kenya, South Sudan and North Sudan. Several of the North Sudan Arabic teachers are polite gentlemen who moved from the very large Sudan city called Khartoum. Khartoum is the capital of all of Sudan but is located hundreds of miles north from Torit. So these Arabic, men have traveled far, far from their homes.
Monday, February 11, 2008
January Conference in Kampala
The conference in Uganda in January, was great fun. Expecially the time in the evenings with the other young missionaries (mostly young ladies.) We played Uno until 11pm a few nights and ate well. It is certainly an emotional time for me when I go from such a time of social engagement and then leave those people. Perhaps this is part of the sacrifice that Christ want me to make.
At the conference I laughed so hard that tears were streaming down my face. Can't remember precisely what the tears of joy were for; laughing at a stupid joke I made I'm sure. Most of my jokes are stupid. As God is the creator of our hearts, He surely desired us to express laughter and merriment as often as possible. We are created in His image, we laugh, sometimes so hard
we stream tears; therefore I believe Jesus also must have used humor to express love and truth.
Tell me your picture of Christ. Is it wrong to think of Jesus doubling over with a side ache as a result of laughing over many funny jokes with the disciples. I feel both images (Jesus on the Cross and Jesus laughing) are true of our Lord; great sacrifice and great humanity.
Does God laugh?
"Tears of joy will stream down their faces and I will lead them home with great care!"
Jeremiah 31:9
The time in Kampala, was a gift. The fellowship with other AIM believers
from eastern and central Africa was a great encouragement.
Our speaker spent three days teaching on the theme
of unity. He emphasized the crucial role all Christians are called to perform in loving other followers of Christ. And this unity starts with your own family, and then extends to your fellow missionary partners. The scripture came from the book of John (chapters 17-19).
A highlight for me was reading John 17:20-23, "My prayer for all of them is that they are one." Unity. Jesus fervently prayed for each one of us to demonstrate our love by living in harmony with our fellow missionaries on the field and in the workplace.
Thankfully, the Lord was crucified and resurrected in order that we can be cleansed from all
unrighteousness.
Upon my return to Torit I began my usual journey through the marketplace. Torit is a stream of shops strung together with a few open and large city streets. As I walked through one of the main strips, near where many young Sudanese boys hang out with their motor bikes,
I noticed a fairly large crowd. Now, I was curious. I meandered through to the side of the hardware shop and witnessed some very hard core pornography. Shocked at the movie being shown...in public!! I let the operator of the video (& the local Dinka store owner) have it. Not sure what the Swahili word for #$!@ but my pronounciation wasn't too far off.
What should I have done?
What would Christ have done? I believe he would have also angrily lectured the owner.
Perhaps He would have done more? Jesus was exposed to sin .. but never corupted. Never.
I love the smell of smoke even though I don't smoke. But smoke, and crowded pool halls draw me in. So yes, I played my first pool game since arriving back into Africa. It was located in one
of the make shift bars that are popping up through out Torit. As you might guess, the pool
table was ripped up and lopsided. And I was easily defeated by my experienced Sudanese opponent. Better luck to me next time huh?
I have a weight room. Hugh, life altering news I know. But it's finally assembled. Tree pulley
system, cement and re-bar barbells and water jugs, a bench and now even professionally made dumbbells. I can now fully commence with my favorite hobby. Far better than the rocks I used while in Uganda. The shredded fingers prove that.
At the conference I laughed so hard that tears were streaming down my face. Can't remember precisely what the tears of joy were for; laughing at a stupid joke I made I'm sure. Most of my jokes are stupid. As God is the creator of our hearts, He surely desired us to express laughter and merriment as often as possible. We are created in His image, we laugh, sometimes so hard
we stream tears; therefore I believe Jesus also must have used humor to express love and truth.
Tell me your picture of Christ. Is it wrong to think of Jesus doubling over with a side ache as a result of laughing over many funny jokes with the disciples. I feel both images (Jesus on the Cross and Jesus laughing) are true of our Lord; great sacrifice and great humanity.
Does God laugh?
"Tears of joy will stream down their faces and I will lead them home with great care!"
Jeremiah 31:9
The time in Kampala, was a gift. The fellowship with other AIM believers
from eastern and central Africa was a great encouragement.
Our speaker spent three days teaching on the theme
of unity. He emphasized the crucial role all Christians are called to perform in loving other followers of Christ. And this unity starts with your own family, and then extends to your fellow missionary partners. The scripture came from the book of John (chapters 17-19).
A highlight for me was reading John 17:20-23, "My prayer for all of them is that they are one." Unity. Jesus fervently prayed for each one of us to demonstrate our love by living in harmony with our fellow missionaries on the field and in the workplace.
Thankfully, the Lord was crucified and resurrected in order that we can be cleansed from all
unrighteousness.
Upon my return to Torit I began my usual journey through the marketplace. Torit is a stream of shops strung together with a few open and large city streets. As I walked through one of the main strips, near where many young Sudanese boys hang out with their motor bikes,
I noticed a fairly large crowd. Now, I was curious. I meandered through to the side of the hardware shop and witnessed some very hard core pornography. Shocked at the movie being shown...in public!! I let the operator of the video (& the local Dinka store owner) have it. Not sure what the Swahili word for #$!@ but my pronounciation wasn't too far off.
What should I have done?
What would Christ have done? I believe he would have also angrily lectured the owner.
Perhaps He would have done more? Jesus was exposed to sin .. but never corupted. Never.
I love the smell of smoke even though I don't smoke. But smoke, and crowded pool halls draw me in. So yes, I played my first pool game since arriving back into Africa. It was located in one
of the make shift bars that are popping up through out Torit. As you might guess, the pool
table was ripped up and lopsided. And I was easily defeated by my experienced Sudanese opponent. Better luck to me next time huh?
I have a weight room. Hugh, life altering news I know. But it's finally assembled. Tree pulley
system, cement and re-bar barbells and water jugs, a bench and now even professionally made dumbbells. I can now fully commence with my favorite hobby. Far better than the rocks I used while in Uganda. The shredded fingers prove that.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
CROSSING THE BORDER + KENYA INTO SUDAN
From
“ Lord, will you blind the eyes of the border guards?”
Luke chapter one, recounts the amazing story of the angel Gabriel announcing the birth of Jesus. Mary is the unsuspecting recipient of this world changing and life transforming news. But the angel says …. ‘dearly He loves you..” The God who fashioned the moon and stars loves us, and that means me, dearly. Dearly.
So this tells me that God loves me dearly…then my trust, absolute trust ( my health, body, words, work, family concerns ) are all rendered unto and under a God who loves me dearly. No problem or trial is NOT sent by the Lord without an intended purpose meant for His Kingdom building and under His dear love.
As His child He knows me inside and out and loves me dearly.
It was during my stay at Marich pass that the Bylers and I began to discuss the trip into the Sudan; Never a fun or predictable experience and one journey I had yet to make. All details must be in order at the Sudan/Kenyan border; Inventories of transported goods, legitimate reasons for traveling, and proper documentation is essential! It was the essential proper documentation aspect that I dropped the ball.
“ Lord, will you please blind the eyes of the border guards?”
How will I recover from this error? I placed the Ipod earphones into my ears and watched the sun set over the Marich Pass mountains in the distance.
“ Forgive me God, I’ve made a mess this time.” Stories abounded of other Christians who were pressed into walls where their faith was challenged. And our God delivered in remarkable ways…it was this help I now beseeched.
And there is NO other option of another route. We prayed, waited and embarked along the route with a small convoy. Our cars drove slowly, bumping over the rocks and rocking occasionally with the curves of the uneven surfaced road.
Our mini convoy consisted of only the small, white vehicle ahead which added two passengers at the border checkpoint. Two armed Kenyan Turkana men.
We arrived without incident to
Several tall, large African men began asking me numerous questions at the same time. Who was I, where was I headed, what country did I come from. The usual.
I explained that I was a teacher and had come to the Sudan for mission work and ministry. As we talked I pulled from my travel wallet the collection of photos that depicted my family. The men looked at these and were interested in all the smiling, white, happy faces. This may have changed their moods, though I’ll never know for certain. The men made a personal connection to me as a person after seeing my family and friends from our times at Mahoney and the airport before my departure.
And from here in Torit, on New Years Day, 2008 I write. Lord You deliver and to you alone is due all praise and worship.
After Christmas in Kenya -- DEC. 26, 2007
After a wonderful Christmas with my Kenyan family, Stanley and Sylvia Mutangili the journey out of Nairobi began…on the wild and often terrible Kenyan highway system. Christmas was celebrated sans Christmas trees or holiday lights, snow or my own family from Lincoln, Nebraska. Love you.
I have spent only two Christmas’ away from the comfort and care of my own family, and both were in the home of Stanley and Sylvia. Their comfort and friendship has radically changed my life. A unique relationship in the making which the Lord has been sewing together for the better part of four years now.
No place I would rather spend the day of our Savior’s birth.
Early on the morning of the 26th the three of us awoke and packed the little white car. We left and drove two hours to the nearby, and large, city of Nakuru, Kenya. Upon arriving we met up with my South Sudan team leaders, Phil and Linda Byler, and their son and daughter-in-law. We hugged goodbyes and the five of us began the long journey north into the desolate area of North Kenya. As we drove it became apparent that we would not have the time ( daylight hours ) necessary to reach our original night time destination.
I was not.
Thankfully, her family and extended relatives had arrived from all over the globe to be apart of this Christmas time. It was this group of family and individuals which really made the experience at Marich Pass stand out.
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