Hope, faith, and love...

Leaving Adjumani...

2009-01-24T09:22:00.000-08:00

I can't believe we only have four days left here in our beloved N. Ugandan town. I'm having a hard time grasping that in about thirteen days I'll be back in my hometown starting to have conversations about what life was like here. It just doesn't seem possible. I do have peace about leaving...it is definitely time to go. We had a wonderful goodbye celebration at Liberty Baptist church last Friday - the church we worship at most Sundays. And, it really helped me to feel the sense of closure that I have needed. Many of the people we have worked alongside and love were there to celebrate what God has done in these last several months. It really wasn't a time of sadness, but of praising and rejoicing in God's goodness to all of us. And, it was beautiful to hear the cheers of agreement that we are all one in Christ, and will remain together in spirit and in prayer.

Our pastor, Pastor Henry, shared a message about the will of God and how we answered the call to come to Adjumani even though there were many uncertainties and many reasons that people told us not to come. I really believe that one of the most meaningful things to the people we've been living life with is that we came and stayed even though things can never be certain up here in terms of peace and security. And, there are also the realities of sickness and the extreme hot weather in the dry season (December through March) that make it so many people choose not to stay or even to come at all. I'm not trying to puff those of us up who did come to stay for some time. I'm only trying to illustrate the way God speaks through solidarity and sacrifice of the things that help one to feel secure in this life. It's really incredible...It truly is about entering in and genuinely "being" with people in their daily lives - sharing in what makes life for them - good and bad. It sounds too simple, but I've found it is where so much of Christ's teachings come to light.

So, in these last days, we are trying to spend time with all of those we love dearly. I can't believe the relationships that God has invited us into here, and how it really feels like we will be together in heart and spirit even with the great physical distance between us. And, that will become even more meaningful because communication from the U.S. is going to be difficult as many of our friends don't have access to computers, post office boxes, or even money to use their phones (some have pay-as-you-go cell phones). We have found ways to get letters or other things to them, but it will take a lot of time and patience. We are all at peace with it as we have no other choice and it will make the communication we do have very sweet. And, most importantly, it will drive us to pray much more for our community here as we won't have their words to tell us how they are doing.

Sunday was our last morning to worship with our dear friends...there will be many "lasts" this week...but, many "firsts" are to come as I leave with a completely new perspective on life and my walk with Christ.

I'm not sure if I'll blog again while in Uganda...We'll see. I'll leave you with some photos of the people I've spent time with in the last few weeks...Blessings to all!

Esther, Palima, Jaclyn, Savior (Palima's son), and myself playing with the camera on Jaclyn's computer.

Our dear friends, Annet and her daughter Freeder (pronounced "Frida"). We spent time with Annet and Freeder in Bible study and sharing each week.

We got to visit the place where Esther was raised in Dufile of Moyo County. Pictured here are many of her family members who still live there (as well as Esther - the one with the big smile - and her two little girls).

Jaclyn and I with Pastor Henry's wife, Regina. This was the last day we spent with her as she left for sunday school teacher training in Yei, Sudan the following day. She is a dear friend to us.

This is Sunday's wife, Betty, with their son, Anzo. Betty is pregnant and due in March. We enjoyed a day of just sitting together, chatting about life, and playing with their children.

This is Morris Taban from Amazing Grace Orphanage holding baby Nancy. Jaclyn and I got to spend the night at Amazing Grace a couple of weekends ago...what a treat it was to hang out with the kids into the evening, singing/praising, and then watching 'Ratatouille' together.

This is our dear brother, Pastor Dominic and his wife Consy, and son, David. The woman on the left is their church's women's leader, Margaret. Dominic really is a good friend and light of Christ in Adjumani.

Our goodbye celebration on the 23rd: Here are many of our friends waiting in line for the delicious food that was prepared by several ladies that morning (chicken, posho, beans, beef).

Children of both Liberty Baptist church and Ciforo Baptist church performed some sweet goodbye songs for us at the goodbye celebration -To hear those children sing and to see them dance is such a gift.

We invited the traditional Madi Dance Troupe to come and perform at the celebration. It was wonderful! Jaclyn and I also got into the circle and tried our hand (feet) at it...pretty humorous:)!

There were several farewell speeches made by pastors in the Madi Baptist Association which were very heartfelt, meaningful, and encouraging for all. But, I had to get a photo of this pastor who decided to salute us in saying farewell...I've never been saluted before! ;)

Jaclyn and I receiving farewell gifts from some of our dearest women friends at Liberty Baptist and in Adjumani. They presented us with small water pots (the kind that were traditionally used for carrying water) that were made by a woman at her home in Adjumani. We were also given a traditional broom that is made from the grasses near their homes.

There are so many more wonderful photos and stories to share, but I'll have to come and have coffee with you to do that. ;) Love and blessings to all!

A most precious gift...

2009-01-01T07:37:00.000-08:00

Before Christmas (okay, yes, this entry is a bit late... :), Jaclyn and I took a trip to Kajo Keji, Sudan so that we could spend a few days at one of the sister orphanages to Amazing Grace Orphanage in Adjumani. Jaclyn's friend, Matt Besser who works with Samaritan's Purse in Yei, Sudan, was kind enough to come to Adjumani and then take us to Kajo Keji. It was a nice ride up - we even crossed the Albert Nile on a ferry - in order to get to the district that borders Sudan.

Our time at St. Bartholomew's was so blessed. Jaclyn and I got to stay in a tukul right on the compound and it was wonderful to hear the sounds of the children early in the morning as each day began. There are about 84 children there ranging from just a few months old to the early twenties. They were orphaned for many reasons due to the war in S. Sudan, or parents who were unable to care for them due to poverty, sickness, or even mental illness. I was struck by the peace at that place. Yes, we were only there for a few days – but, there was something special about the 15 full-time staff who worked there. They seemed to genuinely love the children, and there seemed to be a spirit of contentment among them even with the many, many hours of work that they put in.

Oh, the children. They were beautiful. Just as it is with the children at Amazing Grace Orphanage, these children have a sense of beauty about them that is almost angelic. It’s not that they are perfect – there is still bickering, crying over small things, dirty faces, and all of that – but, when I think about the fact that these children have lost their parents, that they might sit and wonder why and have no answers, and still they manage to love, play, smile, and laugh…I wonder. I can only thank God for the way He has brought them to a place where they are genuinely loved and cared for as His beloved children. It was therapy to my soul to hold, hug, and play with many of the children each day. It’s amazing how hand games, tag, and singing songs are so fulfilling for these children. We could have done each of those things for hours. J It was wonderful… There was even a flash rainstorm which was license for running around the whole compound and dancing in celebration of such a rare occurrence at this time of year.

We spent a lot of time at the babies home which housed all children under 5 years old on the compound. All we had to do was sit down on the mat they had outside and soon we were both covered with at least 3 babies trying to find places on our laps or in our arms. Yes, it was heart wrenching to see these little ones need so much attention. But, it was such a gift to be there with them, and the strong desire to love and play with them drowned out the reality of their situation in life – at least for the moment. The mama’s taking care of these babies worked tirelessly. I’ve watched friends with one child and how tiring that can be… So, to see only 3 or 4 mamas for about 15 to 20 babies of all different ages under 5 – constantly feeding, bathing, changing dirty diapers, washing clothes, comforting – need I say more! One of the children, named Nejun, is five years old with something that looks like cerebral palsey. His basic needs seemed to be well taken care of, but it also seemed like it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time just holding him. Such simple moments…and, yet, Christ is so profoundly in them.

Our time in Kajo Keji, Sudan also held some other very special times. I was able to find the mother-in-law – Jerisa - to my Ugandan friend, Edith, who lives in Portland and helped me a lot with a Sudanese refugee mother of seven. After asking a few folks at the main hospital where Jerisa’s brother works as a night guard, we were escorted to where she stays (only in AfricaJ could you find someone in this way). She had no idea I was going to show up, and it was great because she recognized me right away (I had spent time with her in Portland a couple of years ago). She told us that she runs out of her tukul every time she hears a plane overhead hoping it’s someone from Americ a coming to see her. Priceless. Fortunately, our friend Annet, who is the nurse at St. Bartholomew’s, was there to help translate as neither Jerisa nor her brother could really speak English. I was able to bring the little suitcase of things that Edith lovingly sent with me for Jerisa which was also a great delight to her. The day before we left, we got to have tea with Jerisa and her extended family, and also had a chance to hear more of her difficult life story. Before leaving them, we had a chance to pray together…another sweet time blessed by Christ.

Just a few hours before we met Jerisa and her family for the first time, we had the opportunity to go with Annet to visit her father in the hospital who had been bitten by a cobra in his tukul a couple of weeks before. We took a brother’s heart fruit (sort of similar in taste to a jackfruit) to share with he and his wife. It lit my heart up to see him smile at these young mzungu visitors who wanted to spend a bit of time with him. Annet told us that he hadn’t eaten much since being at the hospital so it was wonderful to see him eating the brother’s heart fruit with great enthusiasm. We had a chance to pray with him as well as a couple others Annet knew in the hospital.

On our way into the area at the hospital where Annet’s father was we met a little boy who looked to be about seven or eight. His side was bandaged along with part of his arm, and we learned that he was epileptic. Annet asked him what the bandages were from and he said that he had had a seizure (from epilepsy) and fell into a fire. While we were with Annet’s father, we saw the little boy, Ivan, come into the room. It’s hard to admit – especially after you read the rest of this story – that the first thing I thought of was that he’s probably coming in to ask us for money…But, instead, He looked up at both of us, held out his hand, and offered a 200 schilling (less than fifty cents) coin to each of us. Jaclyn and I looked at each other incredulously and then, with lumps in our throats, we tried to get him to take the coins back as it was obvious this boy and his grandmother had very little. Annet translated our wish to him, and he replied that this was his gift to us and he wanted us to have it. That’s it. I wish I had a picture of Ivan’s face as he said this to us…He was a vessel of Christ…trying to teach us more about the undeserving love and incredible grace we receive from Him constantly. I can hardly think of a more humbling moment…

An hour or so later, after we had visited a few others in the same hospital, we came across Ivan’s grandmother again. She took us to Ivan who was in his hospital bed, covered by a mosquito net, and trying to get to sleep. He stretched out his little hand to us and we held it as we prayed for him. I will never forget Ivan, and his great gift to us which is sitting on my shelf as a 200 schilling coin.

A little Christmas greeting...

2008-12-25T00:15:00.000-08:00

Back home in Adjumani...

2008-12-20T12:25:00.000-08:00

It’s been a while since I wrote about what daily life has held for us here…There has been so much – not only in terms of ministry, but also in the way that God has been teaching me more and more about His incredible ways through the people of Adjumani. He never ceases to amaze…

Here are some snippets and photos of some of what has happened over the last several weeks:

~ Jaclyn and I were able to visit some of the Sudanese settlement camps located about 10 minutes north of us. A friend of ours, Pastor Gama Joseph who was himself a refugee from Sudan, accompanied us and was able to tell us a lot about the three camps we drove through – Alere, Rubidere, and Oligi. Pastor Gama Joseph had lived in Oligi camp for several years. Alere and Rubidiere were largely abandoned (pictured here is a section of the abandoned Rubidiere camp) by the refugees as many had been repatriated back into S. Sudan by the UNHCR within the last year or so. We drove into Oligi and visited the market there. There were still some people selling produce and some other items. But, Pastor Gama said it was once much more populated. He still knew a few of the people there and greeted them. He also explained that the UNHCR does not force people to repatriate – they only go back if they choose to do so. I would not have known it was a camp had Pastor Gama not told me. It seemed very much like a nice village only without any permanent buildings. And, it seemed that a good number of people were deciding to make Oligi home. Many feel that the peace in S. Sudan will be short-lived. Of course, we pray that isn't true.

~ On the 17th – 19th of November, Liberty Baptist church (where we worship on Sundays) hosted a women’s conference. The days were filled with lots of teaching by pastors all with the aim of building the women up spiritually. Of course, there was a lot of singing, praising, awesome drumming, and dancing. It was, as always, such an honor to be with these incredible women as they worshipped Jesus. Their love for God is infectious. Jaclyn and I also had the opportunity to share with the women about older women who had been instrumental in our faith journeys. We then had a time for the young women to share how an older woman had been influential in her faith walk. And, then we asked the older women to share a time when a younger woman had influenced her faith in God. It was beautiful to hear their stories, and then we had a time of praying for each other in small groups.

~ I’ve been wondering, for a long time, how God might be guiding me in the area of social work/counseling in working with international people. And, because of this, I’ve had some very interesting conversations with Sunday (our gatekeeper), and Esther (our cook) that eventually lead me to meet with a woman by the name of Sr. Bunia Alice. Since Esther is trained as a volunteer counselor in Adjumani she knew that Sr. Alice is a nurse/counselor at the main hospital in Adjumani, and Sr. Alice had also trained Esther as a volunteer counselor. Esther made arrangements for me to meet with Sr. Alice and we met in her tukul just a couple of weeks ago. She is a sweet, gentle, wise, and patient woman who answered my many questions about the kinds of emotional/psychological issues she sees in Adjumani from those she counsels. It was a wonderful time of learning and I just enjoyed being with Sr. Alice because of her sweet and genuinely caring demeanor. We made a plan for me to meet her at the hospital just a few days later so that I could observe her in her work with patients. She assured me that it would be okay – that the patients would be okay with me being there…I decided to trust her on that. I ended up spending about an hour and half with her while she saw about seven patients. It was such a special opportunity, and from what I could tell, they seemed okay with me being there. Sr. Alice translated what they were saying and on a few occasions I felt compelled, through prayer, to ask some questions or give some encouragement. Afterwards, Sr. Alice took me to sign in with the asst. administrator and made the comment that I had been a great help to her that day. If that was indeed true, it just proves that God can use us as His vessels anytime, anywhere.

~ Just a few days ago, we saw our very dear elderly next door neighbor lying almost lifeless on the ground. Many neighbors began to gather around her and were trying to figure out what to do. She was breathing, but otherwise seemed extremely weak and barely conscious. Jaclyn and I transported her to the hospital (as there is no 9-1-1 here) where the nurse after evaluating her said that she was extremely dehydrated from not eating and consuming a very large amount of alcohol. When she went to wipe the site on her arm for an IV, layers of dirt and black soot came off of her skin as she had not bathed in probably a few days. We know that dede (pronounced “day-day”- the respectful name for an elderly woman) has a problem with alcoholism as we hear her talking loudly to herself many nights. She takes care of her two grandchildren and also maintains chopping wood, cooking over a fire, grinding different grains/seeds by hand, and digging in her garden for her family’s food. She is dear to us. It was an honor to be able to help in this way. And, I was able to tell Sr. Alice about her so that she could try and counsel her on alcoholism.
Alcoholism is a huge problem here. People make a “home brew” of sorts and sell it by the jerry can. I’m not sure what it’s made out of, but I’ve heard that it is very potent.

~ We also were able to attend two graduation ceremonies for the children of Esther and also our Pastor Vuyaya Henry. It was so sweet and beautiful to see the pride in the faces of the parent’s who’s children were “graduating” to the next level of their schooling. This was true especially at Pr. Henry’s 6 yr old daughter, Succella’s, graduation ceremony (pic of Succella and Regina). Each time a child received their certificate the mother of that child picked he or she up and gave a traditional whoop of excitement. The occasion was also filled with amazing Acholi traditional dancing (pic of dancing) and music from a marching band who was from a district across the Albert Nile.

~ As before, we’ve been with the children at Amazing Grace Orphanage teaching a Bible lesson and doing arts/crafts with them, and shared in Bible study with some women at Libery Baptist church almost each week.

~ Of course, there’s been plenty of: Cockroach squishing, mosquito catching, walks to town or to visit people who are sick or have just invited us to spend time with them, cooking at home, good conversations with Sunday and Esther about God/Adjumani/people, bike rides, shopping in the market, fighting with the internet (Jaclyn does most of that:), wishing I could be in Portland just while it’s snowing, laughing hysterically with Jaclyn about silly things, singing with Jaclyn in the kitchen, talking with Jaclyn about the painful parts of being here…yes, we spend a lot of time together – we joke that this must be preparing us for what it will be like to be married.

As I look back at all of the ways we have been involved here – I see that God has done an amazing thing and we have become woven into the community in a way that I would never have imagined. It is so beautiful with all of the pains and all of the joys that come with becoming a part of these people’s lives. It shows me the power of unity in Christ, and is also a glimpse of what heaven may feel like.

Solidarity...

2008-12-07T02:43:00.000-08:00

Happy December!

I wrote this entry a few months back with the intent of posting it a lot sooner than this. But, it's one of those that is applicable to my experience here, in general. There is a lot more to say on what I've learned about solidarity, but I think I will just leave you with this entry for now...

“This is how the people suffer…,” said Michelle as we were stopped on the side of the road to Adjumani from Gulu. The road was horrible…full of giant, deep potholes full of thick, tire swallowing mud. We stopped about three times so that Jeff could use his truck to try and rescue some of the other lorries (trucks) and buses that had become trapped in the mud. We also got stuck at one point, but Jeff masterfully got us loose and we were on our way in no time. Fortunately, we finished the journey safe and well even though we were very tired, sweaty, a bit dizzy, and covered with reddish dust that almost resembled a fake tan gone wrong.

Those words that Michelle spoke stuck with me. At our home in Adjumani, we are hardly suffering the way the people here do. But, things like the road from Gulu to Adjumani that I refer to above, shortages in Adjumani of milk and butter, the possibility of more shortages as the main route from Kampala to Adjumani could become impassable for trucks bringing food and supplies, and a good chance that the running water system drying up at some point during the dry season (December, January, February, March) are all reminders of how we really do need to depend on our Father, and how life’s circumstances are so beyond our control. (Since I first wrote this entry we did experience a surprise one afternoon of having no running water until the next day…Thankfully, this home was built with a very large cistern in back from which we could get water for drinking, bathing, and washing dishes.) The photo to the right is a typical scene at a borehole of many jerry cans and other water holding containers waiting to be filled. A family of six people will often use up to twelve jerry cans a day which are all carried by hand to the home - we may join our neighbors in "fetching" water if our system does indeed dry up. (And, yet another example after a few more weeks since this last addition– Jaclyn and I took the bus from Kampala to Adjumani today and ended up getting stuck in the mud twice. The second time, after all of the passengers filed out of the bus to await our rescue, the rain started to fall and we all ran underneath a tree which didn’t prove to be much of an umbrella. As I started to go through the options in my mind of how we could get home Jaclyn made the comment that, “This is what the people here have to go through…so why shouldn’t we be with them?” I agreed. We were all in it together…and, I felt like we were right where we were supposed to be.)

In all of the situations I just mentioned, there is an opportunity for panic to set in. But, then as I remember Michelle’s words, there is somehow a peace in the solidarity that I feel as I think about suffering with those we live amongst. Again, we have other ways of getting the resources we need and our suffering would most likely never match that of our neighbors, but it brings me that much closer to understanding what solidarity truly means. And, it opens up the opportunity to live in faith and not in fear…never easy, always good.

Thanksgiving in Adjumani...

2008-12-01T09:38:00.000-08:00

It was my first Thanksgiving away from home, and the first time that I've had any twinge of homesickness at all since arriving here. But, this was probably one of the sweetest Thanksgiving celebrations I've ever had. Don't get me wrong, being with my family on Thanksgiving is something I look forward to every year, and we always have a wonderful time together. But, cooking, dancing, being extremely silly, and even cleaning together was especially great this time around...Jaclyn and I spent several hours Wedsnesday evening preparing a few dishes...sweet potato casserole, pumpkin pies, and frosted sugar cookies. Then, Thursday morning Esther and Palima greeted us as usual, but this time Palima had two roosters with her whose fate was to be on our dinner table the same day. Jaclyn told me that I had to watch a chicken (a u - pronounced "ah-ooh" in the Madi language) get slaughtered at least once while I'm here. So, with a cup of coffee in hand I walked outside to where Esther was preparing to slaughter both roosters. I planted my feet and stared while she used a knife from the kitchen to slice each one's neck right off. It wasn't so bad until after the neck was off of the first one and somehow it still kept clucking. Esther promptly showed me the voicebox that was still working...sorry, I hope you aren't getting queezy! Esther kept her foot on both of them so they didn't do the, "chickens running around with their heads cut off" thing. So, I survived...without passing out. :)

The rest of the morning was filled with music, laughter, Esther and Palima watching us make some of the traditional Thanksgiving fare, and, oh yes, a lot of sweat! It's hot here...and, especially in a kitchen with three people using the oven.

We hosted seven guests from the Lahash team (www.lahash.net) who was serving with Amazing Grace Orphanage here in Adjumani. We had a wonderful time together especially with the rousing game of spoons we played after dinner (Jaclyn gave me a bloody finger;).

I'm so grateful to God for allowing me the opportunity to be here...it has been incredible in so many ways.

Some photos of the day...

And, we're back!

2008-11-23T10:04:00.000-08:00

This is just a quick note to say that Jaclyn and I made the 10 hour drive home safe and sound just today. Really, it was probably the smoothest trip from Kampala I've had yet. Of course, the roads were still full of potholes at times, and crazy buses barreling down the road. But, we had no issues along the way at all. Thank the Lord!!!

So, thank you for your thoughts and prayers. We also just heard from Michelle that they arrived home in Portland just fine except that Michelle came down with a head cold along the way (courtesy of me who has passed it on to both Jaclyn and Michelle - true community;).

So, Jaclyn and I are about to begin our four solid weeks of being here in Adjumani. We are so excited!

Blessings to all...More later!

As a community...

2008-11-20T07:54:00.000-08:00

Jeff, Michelle, Jaclyn, and I drove the 10 hour drive back to Kampala just yesterday. Jeff has been feeling ill with symptoms of extreme fatigue, dizziness, fevers, and body aches for about the last two weeks. Last summer, he had both one hip replaced and a heart valve replaced...yes, both in the same summer - and, he was also diagnosed with diabetes in the midst of all that. And, then they came back to Uganda just a few months later!

This morning he was checked out by a doctor who said that there are some irregularities in his heartbeat, but that he would be okay to fly home. In fact, the doctor along with many others (fellow missionaries) here in Uganda, and abroad(including his doctor in Portland), have strongly encouraged them to go back to Oregon so he can get the medical attention he really needs to get this figured out. So, they have booked their flights to Portland for tomorrow night! They were already planning on going home for their son's wedding by mid-December for one month. It goes without saying (but, I'll say it anyway) that we'd love your prayers for Jeff and Michelle as they journey home tomorrow night, and for the days after that as they seek answers to what has been ailing Jeff's body.

So, here we are...and, Jaclyn and I are gearing up for some weeks up in Adjumani just she and I. Of course, it really isn't us by ourselves...we have a whole community of people surrounding us there. We are ready, but a bit anxious (not much, really) to drive the 10 hour drive back up north by ourselves. Please pray for us if you think of it.

God is so good. I can see his deep love and care for Jeff, Michelle, and our community through all of this...As JK (Jaclyn) said at the end of her blog..."the journey continues...".

Magwi...

2008-11-06T04:07:00.000-08:00

I'm still trying to process the many layers of the experience we just had in Magwi, Sudan. Hence, the length of this entry. First, I want to thank all those who were praying for our community as we traveled up north. We made it safe and well both going and then coming back to Adjumani. Jeff and Michelle are incredible, courageous drivers and we are so blessed to have such an able bodied vehicle that can handle the extreme road conditions. Here is a photo of one large truck (amongst many others) that didn’t make it - (Yes, this was taken from our car just south of the Sudan border.) We only almost tipped over once…:).

Southern Sudan is in a much different state than Northern Uganda. Much of it has just come out of a war situation within the last couple of years with the SPLA (Sudan People’s Liberation Army) fighting the army of Northern Sudan for about the last 20 years. There was also fighting going on between the LRA (Lord’s Resistance Army which reeked havoc in N. Uganda and is now causing problems in the Dem. Republic of Congo and the Central African Republic) and the SPLA which also caused people to flee and find refuge in refugee camps in Northern Uganda. Finally, within the last two years the UNHCR (United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees) is repatriating people back into S. Sudan.

It was surreal to be driving along and run into a red and white tape draped across the road signifying that a special NGO was at work demining the surrounding area (the photo at the right is of a poster inside of a little restaurant promoting awareness of the live mines that may still be in the surrounding area) . At first, it almost seemed normal...It is so hard to explain as one who comes from a culture where the effects war (and war itself) are very far removed from our day to day reality. But, after being here – in E. Africa - for just a few months it has become part of my everyday context. I felt a bit of a pit in my stomach when Michelle said, “So if you need to take a short call (potty break) along the side of the road don’t go off too far because there may still be mines...” Wow, that’s real. And, as we passed by “villages”, or really clusters of makeshift tukals, we saw skeletons of burned out military vehicles within the tall grass along the side of the road. That would be shortly followed by waving at the children who were so excited to see a car full of mzungus driving through their village. Many men and women would also smile beautiful smiles at us as we passed through their day. I found myself wondering at the profound difference between their existence and ours in the U.S., and how we could all be living on the same planet. And, at the same time, I felt so honored and humbled to be able to offer a smile and a bit of encouragement for those whose lives had been torn apart by war.

After four hours of driving through many mini-pond potholes we made it to Magwi. Last year, our compound started as just a plot of grassy, buggy land that our community (before I arrived) camped out on with tents. Now, there are two tukals (pictured here) made of brick and grass roofs, a shelter for eating under made of log poles and a grass roof, and even a latrine with a bathing area attached to it. So, we had it good. Each day we went to the nearest borehole (pictured here) to pump our water. We would fill our four jerry cans (each holding about twenty liters) of water for the day. The borehole is a meeting place of sorts as all the women, and children as well, fetch their water supply from the borehole. But, for them this is the only way to get water. And, they don’t have a vehicle to transport it home. The women carry it on their heads for a few to several miles as do the children (again, about 10 to 20 liters of water). We enjoyed greeting the women and children there. Of course, we were a source of laughter for them as I’m sure we looked a little awkward pumping and then carrying our water to the vehicle. They were often very kind to us and would help us pump the water into our jerry cans. Jeff previously made an agreement with the local government that if anything went wrong with the borehole that SudanVenture would supply the funds to repair it. We even have a great connection with a man from the U.S. who is able to help repair, and even drill new boreholes.

I wish everyone in the U.S. could see how difficult it is for people to get good, clean, and safe water. It has made me much more conscious of my water usage habits (i.e. while brushing my teeth, bathing, washing dishes, etc.). In Magwi, water was a very precious resource as we were told there is not enough accessible water for everyone in the general area. Can you imagine?

As I mentioned earlier, our bathing area was outdoors composed of three walls and then an open sleeping bag which doubled as our shower curtain. It was lovely to bathe (with a basin and a cup for pouring) underneath the amazing blanket of stars which graced us almost every single night. The Magwi sky was huge and glorious especially in the evenings as there might be several thunder and lightening storms going on all around us (pic of lightening here) – but, thankfully (except for our last night) not right above us. The three of us, Rachael, Jaclyn, and I, loved to put a chair out in the middle of the compound to watch God’s awe inspiring display of beauty and power.

Each day we met as a community, and with Okot Francis – SudanVenture’s Deputy Director. Okot is a very special man who has a deep desire to see good things happen for his impoverished and war torn community. He is from Magwi and was a refugee in N. Uganda for over 10 years of his life. Jeff and Michelle met him several years back when they would visit the refugee camps around Adjumani. Jeff eventually formed a relationship with Okot and found that he would be a great leader to have on the ground in Magwi for SudanVenture – the NGO (non-governmental organization) formed by Jeff and Michelle in order to partner with the people of S. Sudan as they seek to rebuild and redevelop their lives after 20 years of war.

We spent a couple of days going to the Magwi county offices of health and education to assess how things were going in both of those areas in the community in order to see how SudanVenture might be able to come alongside and assist in some way. Magwi county is large – It is composed of six payams (major districts) and twenty seven bomas (villages) within all six payams. And, the number of people keeps growing as more refugees keep getting repatriated back into Magwi from refugee camps in Northern Uganda. We first visited the county education office where we spoke with three men who oversee different areas of the education sector. Here is what we learned: First, there are a good number of schools which are held under a tree (a blackboard nailed to it) with raised logs used as benches for the children. There are also school buildings which only have walls, but no roof as well as no coverings for the windows. Pictured here is a part of Magwi Primary School which has no roof on any of its buildings, and there are a total of 1,032 children who attend that school. We would pass by this school almost once a day and could see the children inside – some even sitting within the frame of the window. We also saw many children bringing their own chairs to and from school as well. The men we spoke with stated that most of the schools do not have enough textbooks, tables, chairs, or blackboards. Teachers are also in need of teaching aids like charts and maps. They stated that UNICEF (United Nations Children’s Fund) has assisted them by giving children exercise books.

Another organization called AAH (Action Africa Help) has assisted by donating a small number of tables.

CRS (Catholic Relief Services) assisted by giving students in their senior years of school textbooks and exercise books as well as some foodstuffs. It was very clear that there is an overwhelming need for school buildings, basic furnishings for the schools, computers/photocopiers (right now the teachers are writing the tests out by hand as they have no way to duplicate or make copies!) textbooks/exercise books, and even training for many of the teacherswho are untrained.

The following day we visited the two men employed in Magwi County’s health sector. It was a very humbling visit. The health director, Emanuel, explained the county’s major health issues: They mostly concerned environmental health – Water (Emanuel said that around 90% of the diseases that people contract arebecause of unsafe water), excrement disposal, food hygiene, refuse, and control of mosquitoes. The top five diseases theyare trying to fight are: Malaria, dysentery, acute diarrhea, skin diseases, and eye diseases. (And, of course, HIV/AIDs are also a serious issue – and, the other man we met in the office is devoted to developing a new program to try and educate the community about prevention and education about the disease.) Emanuel said that most of these diseases could be prevented with proper hygiene and sanitation which includes the use of clean and safe water (we learned that clean water is not necessarily safe water). Health workers are also seeing a lot of malnutrition in the children which also plays into the high number of children clinics see with other major health issues. Yah, overwhelming…Two employed county workers to fight all of this within their community…Okot Francis, our deputy director, has been working alongside these men (who both do this voluntarily outside of their working hours) in going out to a few different villages in order to hold hygiene and sanitation workshops. We are hoping toassist the county in this way even more in the future. We hope to have others come and join SudanVenture who would be interested/qualified to do this kind of community awareness and education.

After these meetings, we almost felt like we could barely put a drop in the bucket with all of the need there is in Magwi county alone. And, if it weren’t for the gift that Okot Francis is to our community and SudanVenture – we would need to seriously reevaluate our presence in Magwi. He is a gifted, humble, and ambitious man who wants to move forward in any way possible. So, a few steps we are going to make forward are: Creating a media center for teachers and students in the center of Magwi town with books, a computer, tables/chairs, and eventually a typewriter and a duplicator. We already found a space for this center (pictured here) and will start furnishing it within the next month or two. Okot Francis will continue to go out and do some hygiene and sanitation workshops in different villages. Jeff is also interested in some projects in the agricultural sector which could also play into some opportunities for income generation for the people of the villages (i.e. building an oil press which the people could produce cooking oil to sell). Jeff and Okot Francis will try to make contact with a women’s leader in one of the villages in order to see if they are interested in this type of project (women are largely the ones who generate income for their families).

It was an emotional/spiritual roller coaster that week in Magwi. I saw a level of mass poverty that I’ve never seen before. I will never forget the four 2 to 3 yr olds I saw sitting around one little tin can of food or the county’s main hospital which was built of mud, logs, and an UNHCR tarp strung over the top…But, as Jaclyn said, Magwi is coming up and there is a sense of hope now that wasn’t there before. These people are survivors, and it truly is an honor and a privilege to get to walk alongside, and assist, in whatever way we can. We are just praying and asking God to continually guide the steps of SudanVenture as we seek to love and reach out to His people in ways that will bring glory to His kingdom.

I’ve posted a few photos here (and, I will post more within the next week), but please go to Jaclyn’s blog (the link is right here on my blog) to see a lot more great photos of our time in Magwi. Oh, and if you go to her entry entitled, “Keep Adjumani Weird” you’ll see some other interesting photos as well. ;)

The journey continues...in S. Sudan!

2008-10-19T05:08:00.000-07:00

Hello all~

This is just a quick note to ask for your love and prayers as we (Jeff, Michelle, Jaclyn, Rachel (her friend who has come to join us for 3 weeks, and I) head on up to S. Sudan most likely tomorrow. We are excited about being with the people of Magwi, Sudan. During our community "convergence" time a couple of mornings ago we discussed what we envision for this time in Magwi. We are looking forward to spending time with Okot Francis - deputy director of SudanVenture who is from Magwi- the nonprofit developed by Jeff and Michelle. We will be taking time to get to know him (for those of us who are newer to the Adjumani Imago Dei Community) and his vision for Magwi. Again, we hope it is a time of real convergence on our dreams and ideas in the area of community development in Magwi. We look forward to all of this knowing that our hearts and minds are grounded in Christ - and, we want everything we do to be anchored in Him and not in us.

We will be visiting one or two of the primary schools and a few medical clinics in order to assess needs in both the educational and medical areas. Jaclyn, Michelle, Rachel, and I are also excited to meet with some of the women and women's groups in two of the villages of Magwi. We would like to start getting to know them, and their vision for their community. This area, along with many others, is the victim of war and oppression. I have seen so much here in Adjumani in terms of poverty and deep spiritual need...but, I know my eyes will be opened even wider as we experience life together in Magwi for this one week.

I will write again after we return! Love to all...

Photos and stories...

2008-10-05T13:44:00.001-07:00

Jaclyn and I gave Esther and Palima pedicures one morning...It was such an honor to wash and massage their feet - something I'm sure they have not experienced much before. They work so hard for their families and for us... We knew they were really enjoying themselves by the dreamy, relaxed looks on their faces.

Here's a little peek into my abode...and, Ding bat's abode as well. His (or her) home is right above the window in that little screened in area...

The view outside of our friend Regina Adam's tukal...a storm was coming. (You can see firewood laying on the ground right next to a drying rack for dishes.)

My little friend, Jessica...she was sitting on my lap - fascinated by the hair on my arm, and the camera, of course.

The Albert Nile...this photo was taken from one of our favorite retreat places called, Arra Fishing Lodge just 20 minutes driving from our home.

A very nice Ugandan (Northern Ugandan) meal...From the top - fried pumpkin (so incredibly delicious - a real treat), going clockwise to the posho which is made from water and corn flour - a thick porridgey food used to eat along with other foods, and boiled, whole talapia fish in a soup. We ate this meal with our fingers - they call our hand the original fork. :)

Jaclyn's mom, Debra, me, and Mercy (our friend, Beatrice's daughter) inside of Beatrice's tukal. Jaclyn's mom, Debra and her step dad, Bruce, came to Adjumani for one week to visit. They are awesome people - we had a wonderful time together. They got to meet many of those that Jaclyn and I are with every week.

Our sweet little friend, Edward in Ciforo. I look forward to seeing him every week...

Our dear friend, Sunday's birthday celebration. He received a king sized portion of food for lunch and was very proud. :) We love Sunday!

We spent one of our Saturday afternoons at Amazing Grace orphanage painting the girl's toenails.

Esther let me help her in making the fried pumpkin we had for Sunday's birthday celebration. I'm hoping to make it at home in Portland! It is sooo tasty! I always appreciate how everything is done by scratch with all truly organic ingredients...nothing from a box or even a can. We cut and peeled (with a knife) the whole pumpkin. Another thing I love about the cooking process here is that all the time it takes to prepare a meal (cutting, peeling, etc.) is also good time for conversation.

That's all for now! :)

Many gifts...

2008-09-27T11:22:00.001-07:00

It's been a very interesting 3 weeks - there have been some hard times, but - as always - God has brought me through beautifully and in His unique way. As I thought over everything that has transpired, I've realized a sense of great gratitude in my heart (even with the bounty of spider and mosquito bites plus the infestation of biting red ants in my back pack:). I am attempting to cover a lot of ground in this entry so I apologize if it seems a bit scattered…

The gratitude I'm speaking of largely comes from what I've been learning about what it means to be living in community. It seems that in the U.S., we really have to try to find community - or a way to form it - and "community" has sort of become a buzzword. Here in Africa, it happens naturally. And, it's beautiful and refreshing...not without its deep challenges and frustrations, of course. I'm not trying to say that it is perfect here by any means.

As I mentioned last time, Jaclyn and I were on our own here in Adjumani for one month while Jeff and Michelle were back in Portland. But, in reality, we were hardly on our own...Each day, Sunday (gatekeeper), Esther (cook), and Palima (housekeeper) and I were together. We began to sit out on our back porch and pray each morning. We shared the things that were concerning to us or were causing our hearts pain. It was amazing to be with them - those whose lives are so vastly different than mine - yet really share our hearts together. When each person shared, there was a care for that person that was real...not many words would be spoken – and, they didn't need to be. There was a natural sense of care and concern...And, I learned that underneath all of the things that make us up as different human beings - psychology, biology, history, race, etc. - we all share much when it comes to things of the heart, and especially when we share the same faith in Jesus Christ. Many times, our prayer time ended with the five of us singing a praise song with the beat of clapping, and one day we even began dancing – many neighbors took notice of that, and for days afterward many of our little neighbors would clap and sing as we had been doing just a few days before.

If you read Jaclyn's blog, "Hope for Healing", you will see the last entry is on dying. It was inspired by the death of many in Adjumani, and at home in these last several weeks, but mostly by the death of Pale's (our night guard) younger brother. He died of malaria, typhoid, and yellow fever. It was an honor to be such a part of Pale's life at that time, and to be able to help contribute to the funeral by supplying a good amount of cassava flour and beans for the many relatives and friends who would come to mourn. (Family members of the deceased are responsible for providing food and shelter for many people who will come to visit during the funeral and for the following weeks.)

Jaclyn and I were at the funeral with many, many others (of course, we were the only mundus there:) - We are getting used to this now. In fact, it's strange to go to a place where there are a lot of white people...more on that later). Again, the deep level of community was apparent and so beautiful. There were probably at least about 100 or more people there in a circle underneath several mango trees that surrounded all of us. The coffin was brought into the middle covered by a white sheet, flowers, and sticks of incense. The Catholic priest from the local mission was there to give the service. Somehow, I ended up with a photo of the young man when he was alive. I kept looking at it thinking, "Why, out of all the people here, do I have this photo?" Jaclyn and I had been invited just as everyone is, when we first arrived, to go into the tukal (hut) where the coffin was lying with the women of his family. There I was, sitting right next to it as we were all praying for him and his family-among the women in his family who were weeping and wailing...Again, I couldn't believe the way we were just welcomed in to participate...As with many things here that are new, I may feel some hesitation but I just go and experience it, and through each I experience I grow a little more (or, at least I’m stretched a bit more;). What a gift. Again, I'm grateful.

Here is where I learned the phrase, "Death does not discriminate". It's true – we are all going to die no matter what our race, socioeconomic status, or religion. But, in the U.S. we isolate ourselves so much from it, and many times avoid talking about it at all costs. Here, the dead are brought to the family's home and put in a coffin right away rather than taken to a morgue or funeral home. They stay at the home until the funeral and then are buried right in the family's compound - many times right in front of their home. At first, the thoughts that ran through my mind were of the, "why would they put themselves through this"? sort. Then, quickly, I began to realize that I have not really accepted death as a part of life. Why would I want to do that? Our U.S. culture does not want to accept it as that at all. I'm realizing now, that to truly realize the gift that life is we must embrace death. As I thought more and more about it, I also saw that it helps us to have the proper perspective on life here on earth. It actually sets the things of life in their place...Suddenly, the things that seemed so important, and would take much of our focus and energy, no longer hold the place in our lives that they once did…again, a gift as I strive to have perspective that is more of God than of the world.

During the time of Jeff and Michelle’s absence, several of the pastors we work with also came to check in on us...They would come by on their bicycles, and stay and talk for a while. They met us with big smiles and warm greetings, and always prayed with us and for us before they left. We felt so loved and cared for…another part of our Adjumani community.

We also spent time with the women's Bible studies of two different churches: Liberty and Ciforo. There was one week where there were a few very heart wrenching things going on in my own life. During that week, I was so surprised to realize that I just wanted to go and be with the women of those two groups. There is so much comfort that comes by just sitting with them. There is a strength these women have from the lives that they live. They endure through so much – sickness, lack of food, money, sometimes failing crops that are their survival...And, they have a hope in Christ that is real and so strong. My spirit is lifted just by being with them and worshipping God. Once again, I realized the power of community through the Holy Spirit. There is a deep connection between all of us because of Him. I’ve never experienced the magnitude of community as I have here. It’s truly a bit of heaven.

Another thing I must mention about these women: Studying Scripture with them has been one of the most precious gifts of being here. There is a profound simplicity in reading and learning about Christ with them. It’s true that their lives more closely parallel the lives of the people in Biblical times than our lives in the U.S. do. And, when we discuss together – they have a perspective on Scripture that I don’t have, and understand some things better because their context is not so far removed from the context that the Word was written in. Scripture has become much more real to me here. Another precious gift…

Jaclyn and I realized that we had never spent as much time with anyone as we had spent with each other during the last four weeks. We both felt like this might be what it will be like to be married and spending lots more time with one person – And, getting to them REALLY well – in all kinds of ways. We shared so much in terms of laughter, conversation, descriptions of all kinds of health concerns and body functions, quirky thoughts, deep hopes and fears, decisions concerning ministry with the women’s groups and the kids at Amazing Grace orphanage, and – most important – a deep love for chocolate. We don’t have much chocolate here in Adjumani – so, she got very creative with making brownies from scratch with cocoa powder, and all kinds of cookies…yah, I’m not really losing weight right now as one might think.

We were both so grateful that God orchestrated us being here together. It really couldn’t have been more perfect. Another gift!

It’s gradually getting warmer and there is definitely a decrease in rainfall. We are working up to December when it will be very, very hot. So, I’m savoring any cool morning/evening breeze that comes our way these days. The stars here are absolutely amazing…and, with the sound of crickets and the frogs that sound like bamboo chimes I’m in heaven. We also have a hen that has nine chicks running around the yard right behind her. They are delightful!

As always, there is so much more I could write about…but, this entry is long enough and we are getting up early tomorrow to help Esther harvest the g-nuts (“ground nuts” – our peanut) from her field! 

Oh, by the way, my pet bat’s name is “Ding”. My friend Kimberly Solis suggested that name for my lovely little friend…(do you hear a hint of sarcasm in that?)

Here are some random photos that I thought you might enjoy and also help you to get a better picture of life here: (to be continued!)

Mosaic...

2008-08-31T04:21:00.000-07:00

I do apologize for the length of time it has taken me to write this entry...so much is going on here in Adjumani, within our Adjumani Imago Dei Community, and in the depths of my heart. So many pieces God is putting together to form a glimpse of His amazing kingdom that is right here, right now. So, that is why I've given the name 'Mosaic' to this entry...And, even though I would like to be able to have you see everything that is going on here, I know that I will only be able to describe some of the pieces...

So, I would like to start with a bit of what God's been doing in my heart...as I believe that all we do comes from there. As I knew He would, but not knowing how, God has been shaping and forming the very corners of my heart...good and painful! I know this may be a bit too introspective for some-please bear with me. Our community - Jeff, Michelle, Jaclyn, and I - have begun to meet twice a week in order to converge on our understanding of being a community serving here in Adjumani. There has been a lot of refining and fine-tuning going on as a result of those times of sharing together. I share all of this because I think it applies to us wherever we are...God has a unique purpose for each of our lives here, but we are not here to each have our "own ministries" to claim is if they are ours. I have begun to realize how my culture strongly promotes and encourages this kind of thinking. It is not of God. And, I was struck by how that way of thinking strongly goes against what God has for me here. As I've let this sink in, I've discovered and confessed a spirit of competition and insecurity that has lead me away from genuinely trusting God and instead relying upon my own will & power to "find my niche" here. Once again, He is asking more of me - He has brought me to a place where I'm completely able to see the areas of my heart where it is much, much easier to just go on my merry way without looking to Him for guidance at all. But, I'm in the middle of realizing how that path only leads to more oppression of the spirit. The only way to true freedom of our hearts and souls is through trusting in Him. Yes, it truly is that simple...it's just not that simple to actually live out in our daily lives.
I'm so grateful for beautiful Jaclyn and how we've been partners in this journey here. She and I have shared a lot about our lives and the mix of wonder and difficulty of being here. God is so good. He knew exactly the kind of people I would need to be in community with...She and I have been living here in Adjumani - just the two of us - since mid-August as Jeff's mother passed away and they needed to be with their family in Portland, Oregon. God has used this time to really draw us closer to Him and to our community here...

I can't forget to mention the crazy journey home as we returned from Kampala to Adjumani. The road from Kampala to Gulu (where Blake is living and serving) is not so bad. But, from Gulu to Adjumani is another story...Fortunately, we are now driving a monster Prado (Toyota Landcruiser) which was lifted a bit and had thick mud worthy tires put on. Jaclyn and I feel quite cool driving such a vehicle ;). It should take about 3 hours to get from Gulu to Adjumani. This time it took a little more than six. I think the distance is about 50 miles or so...We drove in and out of potholes the size of small ponds of which some were filled with water from the rain that fell every so often on the way. We got stopped at least 3 times behind trucks and buses that got stuck and were being pushed by a dozen or so men to get loose...You just never know what you are getting into...But, we made it home. I was wondering why I felt a bit dizzy...

Living and serving in community has started right in our home with Esther (our cook), Palima (our housekeeper), and Sunday (our day guard). They are genuinely a part of our community and we are always inviting them in as such. Everyday we share in conversation, prayer, and lots of joking and laughing. There is always the tension that comes with us being white (mundus), living in a Western style home with conveniences like running water and electricity (most of the time;). But, we firmly believe that we are all equal in the eyes of Christ - Our world, and the way we live in it does not dictate that - But, in the mess of it all, we do our best to honor each person for the beautiful child of God that they are. There are many moments when I wish my skin color was totally invisible so that we could just see each other as fellow human beings and not as black or white and all that goes along with that.
Sunday and I like to work on our lovely garden together - We are growing carrots, tomatoes, cabbage, eggplant, peas, pumpkins, green pepper, and greens called 'osobi'. It's wonderful to grow these things that we and our neighbors can enjoy. Sunday is a sweet, humorous man of God who suffers much with asthma. The medication many people have access to in the States for asthma is just not available here.

So, as Jaclyn and I are here until the 15th or 16th of September on our own (and with the other three 5 days a week) we have been living, planning ministry, cooking, cleaning, praying, sharing about our lives, laughing tons, and serving others together. She has graciously invited me into the ministry she has had with several women at Ciforo Baptist church. We get to study the Bible and share about life together - AND, sing awesome praise and worship songs (these ladies KNOW how to sing and praise - as do all the Ugandan people we've fellowshipped with).

We are also spending two afternoons a week with the children of Amazing Grace Orphanage right here in Adjumani. Each week we try to help them learn more about Christ and who they are as beloved children of God. They are sweet, beautiful children ranging from about 6 to 18 years old. Pictured here is one day when we brought bubbles for them to play with...it was probably the most joyful day I've had here yet. They were absolutely playing with the freedom of spirit that all children should. As I look into their eyes, hold a hand, or help twirl a jump rope it is breathtaking to think of all they've been through - and yet - they are just children. They have wonderful caretakers that love and take care of them with the love and humility of Christ. Benaya (pictured here) is the main caretaker who is one of the most loving and gentle men I've ever met. He has his own family, but devotes his life to these children. You can see the fruit of his Christlike spirit by the way these children love each other like family. It truly is a blessing and a privilege to be there with them. Through a medical fund raised by some of Jaclyn's supporters we are also able to pay any medical fees incurred at medical clinics for the children.

Jaclyn and I are also meeting with a group of women at Liberty Baptist Church (where we worship each Sunday) to study scripture and share about life together. These women come with all kinds of background and history - just as we all do - which makes our time together very rich. Most of the women are middle-aged although we have one teenager, and my hope is that we have more teenage/young women join us. Just like any woman in this age group, they need to know how much they are loved and valued as beautiful daughters of God.

Last week, we also had a chance to assist a woman named Regina Adam who has a baking project where she bakes small cakes and rolls to support herself. This project was started by a man called Michael Idha who is a local who founded an organization called ATRUD (Appropriate Technology for Rural Development). She works right out of her home and has an oven that Michael designed completely out of local materials. Michael has also designed an oven that is very energy efficient in that it does not require a lot of firewood to stay hot. We are hoping that one of those will be placed at Amazing Grace Orphanage so that they can start their own baking project.

As I share these things, I am not doing so to convince myself or others that I'm being "productive" here in Adjumani. But, instead, trusting and following Christ as He opens the doors of ministry here. And, continuing to trust by stepping into those places even if I don't feel fully equipped to do so. I've also had it on my heart to go and visit women in Adjumani's prison - We'll see what happens there...

I know this was a looong entry. And, thanks for reading it! Much, much love to you all...And, please let me know how you are. (just in case, my email address is: eirekanani@gmail.com)

My prayer...

2008-08-07T14:37:00.000-07:00

This prayer is from Henri Nouwen's, "Gracias!", which was his journal from his time in Latin America. The prayer was written by a Catholic bishop for missioners going to serve in Latin America...But, in my opinion, it speaks for all in third world countries, and especially spoke to my heart as I attempt to serve in Adjumani...Here it is:

Walk with Us in Our Search

Help us discover our own riches; don't judge us poor because we lack what you have.

Help us discover our chains; don't judge us slaves by the type of shakles you wear.

Be patient with us as a people; don't judge us backward simply because we don't follow your stride.

Be patient with our pace; don't judge us lazy simply because we can't follow your tempo.

Be patient with our symbols; don't judge us ignorant because we can't read your signs.

Be with us and proclaim the richness of your life which you can share with us.

Be with us and be open to what we can give.

Be with us as a companion who walks with us -- neither behind nor in front -- in our search for life and ultimately for God!

My pet bat...

2008-08-04T02:52:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry it has been a while since my last post. But, we have not had town power since I arrived in Adjumani. And, internet access is very off and on up there. So, I may need to say that I will just update my blog whenever it is possible around the 2 to 3 week mark. I just wanted to let you all know so that you don't think I'm just forgetting. :)

On to what's going on...Yes, I have a pet bat. Or, at least a little bat that lives between the screens above my window that I have chosen to call my pet...that is in the effort to not be too freaked out (or grossed out) by it. I haven't named him (or her) yet. Suggestions are most welcome.

Life in Adjumani in these last weeks has been great...I'm still getting my bearings and learning my way around. We ride our bikes a lot to get to places and to visit people - I love it! Adjumani really is beautiful especially as things are very green right now with it being the rainy season. My Madi language is coming along slowly, but well. Jaclyn, Rick, and Faye have been great teachers. It's fun to speak it with the people and then get a good laugh in return. We mzungus are quite entertaining. :)

In these last weeks we've had a few visitors come and stay with us at our place. Creighton Kearns, an elder from Imago Dei, and his family stayed with us for about five days. It was wonderful to have them. We also had a 20 yr old young woman named Sophie who is working up in S. Sudan at a Cornerstone orphanage. She was also delightful and was staying at our place for a much needed break. I've been with Rick and Faye as they've spent these last few weeks saying goodbye to many people and churches in Adjumani. We dedicated three chicken coops to churches that Rick constructed to three different churches. These will hopefully help them to generate income and also food for their community. A lot of the little chicks we've hatched at our home went to those new chicken coop projects.

I've gone along with Jaclyn as she goes to sit and share, do Bible study, and have language instruction with her good friend Beatrice in a place called Ciforo. That day it was Beatrice's birthday and so Jaclyn made chocolate mayonnaise cupcakes from scratch (most things we make at home are from scratch). Beatrice and the other ladies loved them!! We sang, laughed, praised, and prayed together...so beautiful.

We are in Kampala this week spending our final days with Rick and Faye before they leave us. It's been great to have really good sleep, a cool breeze, and constant electricity! But, sadly, not a lot of internet...Jeff, Michelle, Jaclyn, and I have begun discussions about our vision as a community from here...It will be the four of us now for a while - at least until December or early next year. We all are going to begin looking at each of our visions for what we feel God may be doing through us in Adjumani and in Magwi, Sudan. Jeff will also be training us in some aspects of community development. We are excited for what He has for us even if we don't have all the answers now...but, that just means we need to lean into Him even more as we move forward...never a bad thing, right? Please pray for us as we move forward into the projects, relationships, and directions that are ahead.

Well, my time on the internet is coming to a close here...I will post again when I have the chance. Please email me with questions!! There is so much to talk about...

I pray that all of you are doing well...love from me. And, now I have the software to resize photos and will get those on next. Thanks for your patience!!

I'm home...

2008-07-14T08:28:00.000-07:00

Blake, John John (Restore International's driver), and I left Kampala on July 10th to head up to Gulu. After about four hours of some bumpy, windy driving we arrived with no problem at all...Along the way, I saw the Nile (!), baboons looking for a handout on the side of the road, and we ate freshly BBQed beef and goat on a stick, called muchomo. Once we were at Restore's office/home where Blake stays I was able to relax a bit, but I was hungry to start seeing and exploring...

I thought I would just go for a simple walk...hah! So, I had just started walking when a small group of school children came beside me. A few moments later, I glanced behind me and there were several more just walking behind me giggling at the mzungu. A young girl, named Santa Acan, came alongside me and asked me my name...and thus began my little adventure that evening in Gulu...

My hair happened to be down and she said I looked like an Acholi (the predominant tribe around Gulu) woman. I guess some Acholi women have long hair...most of the young women's hair is shaved off. We continued to talk and she told me of how she had once written a letter to someone in the States, but somehow she lost that connection. She said I've been praying to meet someone like you...and asked if I would send her letters once I returned home. I said yes, but she did not know an address for me to send them to...Santa asked if I would like to see her house - I said yes not knowing where that would be or how long it would take to get there by foot. Off we went, and we wound through some neighborhoods of tukals and on up a wide path where there were many children getting water from a pump. I was greeted by many, and also asked if I would buy paper beads...Some of you may have seen these in Portland or elsewhere...they are beads made out of tightly wound paper and then coated with lacquer. They are really beautiful. Everyone here is looking for ways to support themselves...
Santa wanted me to meet her mother...we walked further into Gulu center and found her mom selling rice in the middle of a tucked away market. I met many women selling their grain or produce there. Her mother was so gracious and gave me two small bags of rice and two tomatoes.
We met many little ones who were delighted to see a mzungu or munu...I shook many little hands. :)

We left the next day for Adjumani - It took about 3 hours and the road was quite full of large potholes and large vehicles heading toward Sudan. We arrived safe and well to warm hugs and welcomes by Jeff, Michelle, Jaclyn, Rick, Faye, Esther (the cook), and Palma (housekeeper). Also, the 8 chickens and chicks that live here also came to say, karibu (welcome in Swahili)!

Blake and John John stayed until the next morning, and then left for Gulu. This is such a peaceful place...I felt at home immediately. I am so grateful...God always knows what He is doing. ;) The only hard part was saying goodbye to Blake. I am hoping he can come and visit in the not too distant future...This place will be like a retreat for him from all of the responsibilities he carries with Restore.

So, I've been here five days - Here is some of what I've experienced so far: Lots of laughs with Rick and Faye, and Jaclyn - they are wonderful, a tour around town with Jaclyn, meeting a few pastors and some of their wives, digging out in the fields with the kids from the Amazing Grace orphanage, Bible study with the same kids, church service at Liberty Baptist church, shopping at Gaga outdoor clothing market (mostly secondhand clothing/some new) for a new outfit for one of the young girls who is singing in a choir, and just getting my bearings!! Living in community is really great, and I've been learning my way around this kitchen and how things work here at our home. I will get to learn how to cook from scratch!

Some quirky things: We don't have electricity most of the time...or, we don't use it a lot of the time - They have solar panels on the roof and also a small propellar sort of thing for wind power. Green Oregonians would be proud! We get power from town from 7pm to 11pm each night...but, someone in charge of town power forgot to pay the gas bill and we haven't had town power since I arrived. So, dinner is by candlelight, and getting ready for bed is by the light of my camping headlamp. I love it!

Life is so difficult for those who live here...many people are sick right now with malaria and other health issues. Just today, Rick and Faye took a little one to be treated at the town clinic for some open wounds that have not healed. It is easy to feel completely overwhelmed by the deep physical need here...and, that's just the physical...Please pray for the people of Adjumani. And, please pray for us as we try to be who we need to be in the midst of all that is going on here...

Just arrived...

2008-07-05T03:56:00.000-07:00

I just arrived on Tuesday night, July 1st. The flights went great, and all of my luggage arrived! Hooray! Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers for safe travel...

It was wonderful to be welcomed by Blake, Jeff and Michelle, and Jaclyn (the last three are the ones I'll be living with in Adjumani, N. Uganda). Blake stays at this wonderful family's home in Kampala called the Lorenzens. They basically adopted him after he arrived about 7 weeks ago now. I have been able to stay here and enjoy the cooler air of Kampala, warm showers, wonderful food, and a nice bed with a mosquito net :) (It is actually very green here - very tropical like Hawaii-It will get more dry as we head north). So far, I've been shopping with Jeff and Michelle, and Jaclyn, for supplies for up north, I've met some cool new friends that are also serving with WorldVenture, and also went for a walk with the Lorenzen's black lab, Jasper. I don't think it's very common to see someone walking a dog here - let alone a mzungu (white person), so it was great to see people stare and then smile when I said hello.

I am so grateful for having this beautiful place to make my transition into life in Uganda, but I am so looking forward to being with the Imago Dei Adjumani community and everyone I will come to call my neighbors in Adjumani. Blake, and a few others, and I will be heading up to Adjumani by the end of next week. First, we will be in Gulu where he is working with Restore International (an amazing non-profit you should check out online).

I named this blog hope, faith, and love because those are words that I hope to keep at the center of this journey. God is so faithful and I hope to glorify Him in all that I do here...and, not just in what I do - but, in who I am.

ps: I'll post some photos as soon as I figure out how to do it! ;)