Hey; Sept.16 2010
So we’ve settled back into the school routine. Colton is in year 8 and enjoying it. It was much more fun to start this year compared to last year when we didn’t know anyone.
Isaac is crazy busy from 7:00 AM till past dark many days, plus Saturdays. This should slow down soon once everything has been built/fixed for the schools, teachers’ houses, CRIB (ongoing), etc.
My teaching schedule is only a little fuller this year with the addition of one more class per week. It’s really busy, but it makes the time go by quicker.
So… Colton is a teenager!! I can hardly believe that we have a young man and not a little boy any more. He very much enjoys standing in front of me and measuring up to where he measures on me…. Not so long ago he was up to my mouth, then my nose, eyes… well, he’s got less than 1 and ½ inches to go and he’ll have sprouted past me!!
He had a good birthday, his second here in Burundi. He made a long list of friends that he wanted to invite to his party. I again made my boys’ favorite cake, and I’m telling you, the texture is sooo different here. It just wants to fall apart. So once I had inverted the top layer, it split down the center vertically and horizontally. We christened it “the Christian cake”, ‘cause of the cross that adorned it. ( In the past, the old perfectionist me would not have found this funny at all, but praise Jesus, He’s helping me to be a little softer around the edges.)
I want to publicly say a huge “thank you sweet Desirae!!!” This lovely lady (Colton’s cousin) spent a lot of time into a scrapbook that she put together of her life over the past year, and mailed it out for Colton’s birthday. He was so blessed to receive a package from our other home. Just the fact that he’s not “outta sight, outta mind”, is nice to know, with the huge added bonus of such a personal gift. Missing grandma’s, cousins and friends is sometimes hard for Colton.
Remember my blog from a number of months ago about this tiny little cat - Belle - that was in dire straits that we spoon fed for 5 days, it died in my hands while feeding it, Jesus raised it from the dead, and it permanently died the following day? Well, our friends Travis and Astrid’s cat had 5 black babies ( Colton and I witnessed the births of the first 4), and the momma cat stopped feeding the babies on the fifth day and died on the sixth. Knowing about our very limited knowledge about feeding an orphaned kitten, they asked if we wanted to take one. Long story short, we’ve had Zima for over two weeks, and he’s doing great. Colton is the best at feeding him out of the three of us. ‘Zima’ is short for ubuzima, which means ‘life’ in Kirundi; speaking positively into the little critters life. Colton is pretty confident that Zima will get to stay in the house permanently; “after all,” he stated, “ he’s worked his way into your heart already, next it’s into the house.” Even Isaac enjoys holding the little guy, listening to Zima’s “motor running” - Isaac’s terminology for purring. I thought cats have an aversion to water, but this feline seems to enjoy his two plus baths per day.
All three of us are in this awesome Bible study. We started about two months ago, and we meet every Tuesday; we’re doing an audio series by Bill Johnson and Chris Vallotton. There’s a couple from South Africa, Tim and Jeannette (he teaches pastors here), three Korean ladies that are starting a local NGO, Olivia, who’s from Denver Colorado, manager of King’s Conference Center combined with lots of different ministry involvements, Marieke, part of Travis and Astrid’s team, but currently working with CRIB kids, and Travis and Astrid. These people are very near and dear to our hearts. We have wonderful and deep personal ministry and prayer times together; we feel so blessed to have these friends. If Jesus is done with us here in Buj. after our two years, it will be very hard to say bye to these wonderful friends….. I don’t even want to go there just now.
We have to move out of our house by the end of December; our land lord wants it back so his son and daughter-in-law can move in. This is a pretty huge prayer concern as rental houses are very hard to find in this area. And it has to be furnished which makes it even harder to find. So please pray that we will find a house that is suitable, and that God will kick in the added blessing of a yard that allows Colton to play soccer in the back yard. For example, often yards are not even big enough for a trampoline.
Our fridge hasn’t worked in months - at least 5 months. There are brief times when it cools so much that it freezes the food, the odd time it cools a little, but for the most part it just doesn’t cool at all. We’ve told the land lord a number of times, to no avail. So moving will bring a stop to me attempting (and failing) to keep the fridge cold with frozen water bottles. (The freezer section works fine.) It used to be that if we put food in the fridge it was the one place that the ants couldn’t get to - this is no longer the case.
Man, animal and land is greatly looking forward to the rainy season. Since April we’ve had one light sprinkle on June 29th (the day after elections; kinda’ symbolic of the Father cleansing the country). The temperature is consistently hot, hot, and hot - low to mid 30’s. Nights are a few degrees cooler than day time. However, last week Sunday we had a gentle shower, as well as a few more times during that week. Two of those mornings it was so cold; the temperature dipped down to an all time low that we have witnessed - both mornings it was a mere 23.8 degrees!!! We sat at the breakfast table covered in goose bumps. Colton put his long PJ bottoms on under his school uniform. This cold yet wonderful respite from the heat dissipated after about an hour. (Till last week the lowest we’ve experienced is 24.8.)
The same thing happened last year; we had a few “teaser” showers beginning of September, followed by another few months of harsh, dry heat. But hopefully we won’t have to wait that long this year, as last year there was a ‘mini famine’ up country because of the delayed rains.
With the dry season come the unpleasant and very unwelcome electricity and water cuts. The novelty?? tolerance?? of not having hydro and water wears off after months and it just gets old and very frustrating. Try as we might to have and maintain a godly attitude about it, we just simply fail sometimes. It really wreaks havoc with the fridge situation if I can’t freeze water to somewhat keep the fridge cool. And in this country of sweat and dust and filth, water is even more essential than just for cooking/drinking. We’ve had a lot more water cuts this year than last; for washing we store water in pails and for drinking in jugs.
When you are aware of incredible govt. corruption it makes it pretty hard to just ‘live with it’, when you know that things could be drastically different; but the public, it seems, isn’t important enough to supply them with basic necessities, as long as some of their pockets are thickly lined… Televised promises by top govn. personnel to make a complete stop to cuts go unfulfilled.
What’s especially annoying is when water and hydro are cut at the same time, which happens frequently. Aarrrhhhggg!!! No hydro, no fans!!! Yeesch that’s hot.
Sept. 22 2010
“I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you.” Luke 10:19
Isaac has prayed into this almost daily for many months…
Colton found and captured a scorpion at school yesterday. It is currently approximately 4 feet from where I’m sitting in a clear plastic pencil case. I took it to school today to show some of my students. It seems most people don’t know that there are scorpions in Burundi. Aime, a colleague of ours, was down a few weeks ago and we told him that Colton had stepped on one in the shower about a month ago, and he could hardly believe that they exist here - he had never seen one - and he’s a local. And we’ve had two encounters with them in the span of about a month. The one Colton stepped on was much bigger than the one he caught yesterday. We also get snakes and centipedes in that same shower.
I’ll leave you with that warm and fuzzy thought. ;-)
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Thursday, September 2, 2010
Tired and refreshed!
Cont. from previous blog….
So on Sunday, Wycliff, who is Mercy’s husband, picked us up at our hotel and we walked to their church - Anglican - a massive and ancient stone building with beautiful stained glass windows. After church more touring of the city, then hopped on a matatu again and went to Mercy’s for lunch.
Monday we boarded the train for Mombasa at 7:00 P.M. The trip was about 15 - 16 hrs. long; the cabins weren’t posh, but all we needed: beds, sink, etc. The farther away from Nairobi we went, the hotter it got. Mombasa’s weather is much like Burundi’s - hot, hot, and hot!!! Thank goodness for my trusty umbrella to shade me from the sun combined with my 70 SPF sun block.
Mombasa was fabulous!!!! A large part of the city is on an island, accessible by bridges, but we also opted to check out the ferry. That was really beautiful. We went to this absolutely amazing park that had baobab trees galore. The trunks are incredibly thick, kind of like the Redwoods of California. Colton and I both have this thing for trees - Colton loves to climb them, and I just love the look of trees; and leaves. So Colton scrambled from tree to tree, climbing like a monkey. Things that wouldn’t necessarily garner much attention in the western world are much cause for locals to stop and take in the sight as a mzungu goes about his business, including tree climbing.
We visited Fort Jesus - google it for a bit of East African history, followed by a scrumptious Chinese lunch on the ocean. After this we headed to the Indian Ocean. Wow!!!! God sure knew what He was doing when He spoke this into existence! Breath taking powder white beach that goes on mile after endless mile. We could go out into the water over half a km. and the water was only up to our chest.
The camel ride that we had on the beach was awesome. It walked very slowly, clodding along just like the camel on the Veggie Tales movie, Jonah.
The three of us really enjoy shell collecting on the beach, and this was even more fun than on Lake Tanganyika, the 600 km. long lake that we can see from our house.
Thursday we spent more time at the beach. Considering that I’m not a beach bum, nor can I go in the sun, it was fantastic. And the fact that I wore a sport shirt with short sleeves and shorts for once was not cause for people to stare, as anything goes on the beach in Africa.
At 7:00 P.M. we boarded the train back to Nairobi. It was all-inclusive, so dinner and breakfast are served in the dining cars. The animals had us glued to the windows for hours; we saw many herds of zebra, antelopes of varying kinds, wildebeest, ostriches, other large land birds, etc.
Saturday we went to this huge Maasai market; the colors, the Maasai body piercing, the haggling, the loud banter, the ‘smell’ of Africa, it truly is a place where the senses are engaged!!
Afterwards while walking around, just taking in more of this busy city, we stumbled on this fantastic little coffee house that served real, brewed coffee!! Super, super strong stuff. It’s my new favorite coffee house in the world; no joke - move over Second Cup and Starbucks. We bought three mugs there and I got a t-shirt with the logo on it - “Nairobi Java House”. If time and finances allow, book a flight to Nairobi Java House, and since you’re in the city anyway, make sure you check out the rest of the city as well.
For supper we wanted to have things from the supermarket that we miss from Canada and enjoy them back at the hotel. So after careful deliberation and having to make choices from the overwhelmingly many aisles of food, we decided on yogurt (Colton and I each polished off a one litre no problem), Ritz crackers (imitation, though the label was the Ritz label), apples, which we don’t buy in Burundi ‘cause they’re a dollar a piece, and tiny and not fresh at all; a very large bag of delicious potatoe chips, Pepsi!!! (yaaayyyy!! For devoted Pepsi drinkers like us; though I must say that the Coke in Burundi is good - must be due to the fact that it comes in glass bottles), and imitation Oreo’s. Oh… the little pleasures of our Canadian home!!! Yikes, maybe I should check how many food groups we covered before I print this…..
On Sunday morning we went back for another great coffee at the above, chilled, than headed to the airport to catch our flight back home. We had a short layover in Tanzania, and came home feeling tired, refreshed and rejuvenated; a contradiction in terms, I know, but a vacation is probably the only time when “tired and refreshed" makes sense.
We thank God very much for our time away; we really needed it. We know we are where the Father wants us, but that doesn’t make it easy.
I came back with a new fire and excitement for this coming year. I like that.
So on Sunday, Wycliff, who is Mercy’s husband, picked us up at our hotel and we walked to their church - Anglican - a massive and ancient stone building with beautiful stained glass windows. After church more touring of the city, then hopped on a matatu again and went to Mercy’s for lunch.
Monday we boarded the train for Mombasa at 7:00 P.M. The trip was about 15 - 16 hrs. long; the cabins weren’t posh, but all we needed: beds, sink, etc. The farther away from Nairobi we went, the hotter it got. Mombasa’s weather is much like Burundi’s - hot, hot, and hot!!! Thank goodness for my trusty umbrella to shade me from the sun combined with my 70 SPF sun block.
Mombasa was fabulous!!!! A large part of the city is on an island, accessible by bridges, but we also opted to check out the ferry. That was really beautiful. We went to this absolutely amazing park that had baobab trees galore. The trunks are incredibly thick, kind of like the Redwoods of California. Colton and I both have this thing for trees - Colton loves to climb them, and I just love the look of trees; and leaves. So Colton scrambled from tree to tree, climbing like a monkey. Things that wouldn’t necessarily garner much attention in the western world are much cause for locals to stop and take in the sight as a mzungu goes about his business, including tree climbing.
We visited Fort Jesus - google it for a bit of East African history, followed by a scrumptious Chinese lunch on the ocean. After this we headed to the Indian Ocean. Wow!!!! God sure knew what He was doing when He spoke this into existence! Breath taking powder white beach that goes on mile after endless mile. We could go out into the water over half a km. and the water was only up to our chest.
The camel ride that we had on the beach was awesome. It walked very slowly, clodding along just like the camel on the Veggie Tales movie, Jonah.
The three of us really enjoy shell collecting on the beach, and this was even more fun than on Lake Tanganyika, the 600 km. long lake that we can see from our house.
Thursday we spent more time at the beach. Considering that I’m not a beach bum, nor can I go in the sun, it was fantastic. And the fact that I wore a sport shirt with short sleeves and shorts for once was not cause for people to stare, as anything goes on the beach in Africa.
At 7:00 P.M. we boarded the train back to Nairobi. It was all-inclusive, so dinner and breakfast are served in the dining cars. The animals had us glued to the windows for hours; we saw many herds of zebra, antelopes of varying kinds, wildebeest, ostriches, other large land birds, etc.
Saturday we went to this huge Maasai market; the colors, the Maasai body piercing, the haggling, the loud banter, the ‘smell’ of Africa, it truly is a place where the senses are engaged!!
Afterwards while walking around, just taking in more of this busy city, we stumbled on this fantastic little coffee house that served real, brewed coffee!! Super, super strong stuff. It’s my new favorite coffee house in the world; no joke - move over Second Cup and Starbucks. We bought three mugs there and I got a t-shirt with the logo on it - “Nairobi Java House”. If time and finances allow, book a flight to Nairobi Java House, and since you’re in the city anyway, make sure you check out the rest of the city as well.
For supper we wanted to have things from the supermarket that we miss from Canada and enjoy them back at the hotel. So after careful deliberation and having to make choices from the overwhelmingly many aisles of food, we decided on yogurt (Colton and I each polished off a one litre no problem), Ritz crackers (imitation, though the label was the Ritz label), apples, which we don’t buy in Burundi ‘cause they’re a dollar a piece, and tiny and not fresh at all; a very large bag of delicious potatoe chips, Pepsi!!! (yaaayyyy!! For devoted Pepsi drinkers like us; though I must say that the Coke in Burundi is good - must be due to the fact that it comes in glass bottles), and imitation Oreo’s. Oh… the little pleasures of our Canadian home!!! Yikes, maybe I should check how many food groups we covered before I print this…..
On Sunday morning we went back for another great coffee at the above, chilled, than headed to the airport to catch our flight back home. We had a short layover in Tanzania, and came home feeling tired, refreshed and rejuvenated; a contradiction in terms, I know, but a vacation is probably the only time when “tired and refreshed" makes sense.
We thank God very much for our time away; we really needed it. We know we are where the Father wants us, but that doesn’t make it easy.
I came back with a new fire and excitement for this coming year. I like that.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Nairobi and Mombasa, Kenya, here we come!!
We left on Wednesday, August 11th and came back on Sunday, August 22nd.
We arrived at Jomo Kenyatta Airport in Nairobi and immediately were thrown into a world of many white faces and shops filled with more chocolate and “things “ than we had seen in over a year. And not just any chocolate, but LINDT chocolate!!! Amongst almost every other kind you can think of. Yummmm!!
We went to our hotel, just chilled for a while, went downstairs for dinner, nothing hugely exciting. Oh, wait, we went to this huge supermarket that had everything; we just walked around trying to take it all in - clean, brightly lit and fully stocked shelves of anything you could wish for. It was as if we were transported into another world in the span of a few short hours. We bought lots of junk food and went back to our hotel room and pigged out on our scrumptious finds.
Mercy, a Kenyan, was a teacher at The King’s School till June. She got married to a Kenyan just before Christmas in their native Nairobi. She came back to Burundi to finish the school year, while her new husband, Wycliff stayed behind. In June she moved back to Nairobi, but not before she offered to show us around Nairobi if and when we came. Well, Mercy is just a darling, and she (and hubby Wycliff on Saturday) was a great tour guide on Friday and Saturday.
Thursday - First we went to an elephant orphanage located in Nairobi National Park. Hung out with, petted, laughed at, got dirtied by about 15 elephants.
Next stop - Giraffe Center. This was THE best. There were buckets of food pellets that made it very easy to befriend these beautiful creatures. At first the sensation of their long, rough and slimy, black tongue wrapping around your hand was … umm… I don’t know, I guess just plain gross. But just the realization that you were actually feeding a giraffe made you forget about the grossness and give them handful after handful. One of the employees asked me if I’d like to be kissed by a giraffe, and without thinking about it I said yes. The guide demonstrated by putting a pellet of food between his pursed lips, and lickity-split, (pun intended), the pellet had exchanged lips!! First I was up, followed by Colton who had to do it time and again because Isaac kept missing the camera shot. Hee-hee!! This one time when Colton had this necking experience (pun definitely intended), he kept arching his back more and more, but the giraffe’s neck just kept coming and coming, till finally it got the pellet, leaving a thick line of saliva hanging between Colton’s chin and his mouth. Loved it - me, not Colton!!
When it was Isaac’s turn I kept missing the shot as well, and no, it wasn’t intentional; this also necessitated numerous attempts, somewhat to Isaac’s chagrin. Thankfully they had a washing station nearby, complete with soap, that we made good use of.
Following this we went to Mamba Village, which is a large crocodile place. We’ve seen crocs. in Burundi lots, so this wasn’t a big deal. We came for the lunch that is served in a beautiful outdoor setting by a little lake.
Next it was off to Westgate Mall, a 5 story shopaholics paradise. It is located in a very posh area of Nairobi. Many of the shops are high European fashion brands, whose prices made our eyes spin. Here too, we just walked around trying to take it all in, thinking back to Burundi and the incredible contrast between it and where we were now. And you know what we bought?! Spices!! I’m not kidding!! Spices!! Finally in a real store and all we bought was spices.
At about 8:30 P.M. we went to Carnivore, which is this really huge place that serves meats that you might not ever even have heard of. For example, how ‘bout some zebra tonight? Perhaps a nice slab of medium-well done crocodile; not suit your palate today? No problem - maybe hippo will hit the spot. Oh, you just want something mundane? Well they cater to that as well. Does steer heart (Isaac’s favorite) sound better? Or ostrich meatballs? Colton’s fav. - pork sausage; my favorite - boring ol’ chicken breast.
They just keep bringing different types of meat till you tell them no more. We must have had at least 10-12
varieties that night. I’m not that keen on meat as a rule, so the cat that was roaming between the tables was very well fed beside my chair.
Regretfully, we weren’t able to take any pictures at Carnivore because we had completely killed the camera battery at our other excursions that day, and we didn’t go to the hotel before dinner to recharge them.
That was Thursday, a super fun day.
Friday, Mercy came to our hotel after breakfast and we headed out to Nairobi National Park. We saw lions, albino zebra’s, cougar, leopard, cheetah, hippo, wildebeest, numerous antelope species, crocs., monkeys, ostrich, etc. etc. Our mode of transportation was the ever popular matatu, which is what we would call a hippie van in the west; blaring reggae music, brightly decorated, windows rolled down, swerving in and out of the absolute craziest traffic you can imagine. Burundi traffic , as awful as it is seems almost like child’s play by comparison. At night these matatus turn into a kaleidoscope of colors in motion as the lights that the owners install illuminate the insides.
After lunch we toured around the city, and met up with 2 other Kenyan teachers, which was really cool. In a city of close to 5 million people and running into someone you know is pretty sweet. Oh, and when we were at the giraffe center we ran into another Kenyan teacher!!! Three in total, not counting our planned encounter with Mercy.
Irene, one of the teachers who lives up country in Kenya during the summer months had come to the city for a few days and was staying at this hotel that was a fraction of the price that we were paying for our hotel. Our hotel was very, very basic by Canadian standards, but it is the high season right now, so it wasn’t cheap. Anyways, Irene suggested seeing how much a room would be for the three of us at this cheap place. Isaac and I agreed that we would first check out a room, and take it from there. Well, before we could hardly blink, and without seeing a room, we were booked into this place for three nights. Imagine what $15 US per night gets you!!! In much lower standards than you and I are used to. Let it suffice to say it was an experience, and thankfully we spent very little time there except for the nights.
In Canada I would hardly think twice about buying Kenyan coffee. It was surprising to find that it’s almost impossible to find an establishment that has brewed coffee; almost everyone just serves a pretty poor instant coffee. So after a number of days Isaac and I wanted a real cup of coffee, and while staying at our wonderfully cheap hotel we decided that we’d check out the 5 star Hilton’s restaurant to see whether they served real coffee. Much to our delight they did, but it came at a crazy high price; we splurged on a very tiny cup of super strong java, but opted out of the $30 US breakfast per person.
The lack of availability of coffee in Kenya is because the growers get much more for their coffee beans when they export. In Burundi, very, very few locals drink coffee even though we have superb coffee grown up country. Reason being most people can’t afford to drink it.
In the afternoon Mercy and Wycliff took us to the August 7th Peace Memorial. This is the US Embassy site that was bombed by Al Quida on August 7th, 1998. Two hundred and eighteen people died. Pretty awful.
In the evening we went to Wycliff’s parents house - super fun people. His dad is the director of admin. in the Kenyan parliament and was very eager to give us a tour of parliament, whether in session or out, which ever we preferred. Across the street from Wycliff’s home is where Mercy grew up with her aunt and uncle because her mom died . So we went and had a nice time with Mercy’s family. Kenyan’s are so friendly and welcoming, and we left with warm invitations to come back, feeling loved and accepted. By Kenyan standards we were, after all, almost family now as well.
To be continued…..
We arrived at Jomo Kenyatta Airport in Nairobi and immediately were thrown into a world of many white faces and shops filled with more chocolate and “things “ than we had seen in over a year. And not just any chocolate, but LINDT chocolate!!! Amongst almost every other kind you can think of. Yummmm!!
We went to our hotel, just chilled for a while, went downstairs for dinner, nothing hugely exciting. Oh, wait, we went to this huge supermarket that had everything; we just walked around trying to take it all in - clean, brightly lit and fully stocked shelves of anything you could wish for. It was as if we were transported into another world in the span of a few short hours. We bought lots of junk food and went back to our hotel room and pigged out on our scrumptious finds.
Mercy, a Kenyan, was a teacher at The King’s School till June. She got married to a Kenyan just before Christmas in their native Nairobi. She came back to Burundi to finish the school year, while her new husband, Wycliff stayed behind. In June she moved back to Nairobi, but not before she offered to show us around Nairobi if and when we came. Well, Mercy is just a darling, and she (and hubby Wycliff on Saturday) was a great tour guide on Friday and Saturday.
Thursday - First we went to an elephant orphanage located in Nairobi National Park. Hung out with, petted, laughed at, got dirtied by about 15 elephants.
Next stop - Giraffe Center. This was THE best. There were buckets of food pellets that made it very easy to befriend these beautiful creatures. At first the sensation of their long, rough and slimy, black tongue wrapping around your hand was … umm… I don’t know, I guess just plain gross. But just the realization that you were actually feeding a giraffe made you forget about the grossness and give them handful after handful. One of the employees asked me if I’d like to be kissed by a giraffe, and without thinking about it I said yes. The guide demonstrated by putting a pellet of food between his pursed lips, and lickity-split, (pun intended), the pellet had exchanged lips!! First I was up, followed by Colton who had to do it time and again because Isaac kept missing the camera shot. Hee-hee!! This one time when Colton had this necking experience (pun definitely intended), he kept arching his back more and more, but the giraffe’s neck just kept coming and coming, till finally it got the pellet, leaving a thick line of saliva hanging between Colton’s chin and his mouth. Loved it - me, not Colton!!
When it was Isaac’s turn I kept missing the shot as well, and no, it wasn’t intentional; this also necessitated numerous attempts, somewhat to Isaac’s chagrin. Thankfully they had a washing station nearby, complete with soap, that we made good use of.
Following this we went to Mamba Village, which is a large crocodile place. We’ve seen crocs. in Burundi lots, so this wasn’t a big deal. We came for the lunch that is served in a beautiful outdoor setting by a little lake.
Next it was off to Westgate Mall, a 5 story shopaholics paradise. It is located in a very posh area of Nairobi. Many of the shops are high European fashion brands, whose prices made our eyes spin. Here too, we just walked around trying to take it all in, thinking back to Burundi and the incredible contrast between it and where we were now. And you know what we bought?! Spices!! I’m not kidding!! Spices!! Finally in a real store and all we bought was spices.
At about 8:30 P.M. we went to Carnivore, which is this really huge place that serves meats that you might not ever even have heard of. For example, how ‘bout some zebra tonight? Perhaps a nice slab of medium-well done crocodile; not suit your palate today? No problem - maybe hippo will hit the spot. Oh, you just want something mundane? Well they cater to that as well. Does steer heart (Isaac’s favorite) sound better? Or ostrich meatballs? Colton’s fav. - pork sausage; my favorite - boring ol’ chicken breast.
They just keep bringing different types of meat till you tell them no more. We must have had at least 10-12
varieties that night. I’m not that keen on meat as a rule, so the cat that was roaming between the tables was very well fed beside my chair.
Regretfully, we weren’t able to take any pictures at Carnivore because we had completely killed the camera battery at our other excursions that day, and we didn’t go to the hotel before dinner to recharge them.
That was Thursday, a super fun day.
Friday, Mercy came to our hotel after breakfast and we headed out to Nairobi National Park. We saw lions, albino zebra’s, cougar, leopard, cheetah, hippo, wildebeest, numerous antelope species, crocs., monkeys, ostrich, etc. etc. Our mode of transportation was the ever popular matatu, which is what we would call a hippie van in the west; blaring reggae music, brightly decorated, windows rolled down, swerving in and out of the absolute craziest traffic you can imagine. Burundi traffic , as awful as it is seems almost like child’s play by comparison. At night these matatus turn into a kaleidoscope of colors in motion as the lights that the owners install illuminate the insides.
After lunch we toured around the city, and met up with 2 other Kenyan teachers, which was really cool. In a city of close to 5 million people and running into someone you know is pretty sweet. Oh, and when we were at the giraffe center we ran into another Kenyan teacher!!! Three in total, not counting our planned encounter with Mercy.
Irene, one of the teachers who lives up country in Kenya during the summer months had come to the city for a few days and was staying at this hotel that was a fraction of the price that we were paying for our hotel. Our hotel was very, very basic by Canadian standards, but it is the high season right now, so it wasn’t cheap. Anyways, Irene suggested seeing how much a room would be for the three of us at this cheap place. Isaac and I agreed that we would first check out a room, and take it from there. Well, before we could hardly blink, and without seeing a room, we were booked into this place for three nights. Imagine what $15 US per night gets you!!! In much lower standards than you and I are used to. Let it suffice to say it was an experience, and thankfully we spent very little time there except for the nights.
In Canada I would hardly think twice about buying Kenyan coffee. It was surprising to find that it’s almost impossible to find an establishment that has brewed coffee; almost everyone just serves a pretty poor instant coffee. So after a number of days Isaac and I wanted a real cup of coffee, and while staying at our wonderfully cheap hotel we decided that we’d check out the 5 star Hilton’s restaurant to see whether they served real coffee. Much to our delight they did, but it came at a crazy high price; we splurged on a very tiny cup of super strong java, but opted out of the $30 US breakfast per person.
The lack of availability of coffee in Kenya is because the growers get much more for their coffee beans when they export. In Burundi, very, very few locals drink coffee even though we have superb coffee grown up country. Reason being most people can’t afford to drink it.
In the afternoon Mercy and Wycliff took us to the August 7th Peace Memorial. This is the US Embassy site that was bombed by Al Quida on August 7th, 1998. Two hundred and eighteen people died. Pretty awful.
In the evening we went to Wycliff’s parents house - super fun people. His dad is the director of admin. in the Kenyan parliament and was very eager to give us a tour of parliament, whether in session or out, which ever we preferred. Across the street from Wycliff’s home is where Mercy grew up with her aunt and uncle because her mom died . So we went and had a nice time with Mercy’s family. Kenyan’s are so friendly and welcoming, and we left with warm invitations to come back, feeling loved and accepted. By Kenyan standards we were, after all, almost family now as well.
To be continued…..
Monday, July 26, 2010
Burundi Hospitals
So, I was going to tell you a bit about the hospitals here.
We’ve had a tour of 2 private hospitals, which is what I’ll start with. I won’t go into much detail.
A large room houses between 10 and 12 people; rooms can house men and women together; beds are literally back to back, no curtains to separate them. Linens may or may not be provided. It’s very dirty and smelly. AIDS patients are beside malaria patients who are beside anal hernia patients who are beside…. All food and drink has to be brought in by family/friends. If this does not happen because of lack of family or funds, the patient literally does not eat. Family/friends are also the caregivers. Nurses and doctors primarily administer drugs etc.; equipment is almost non-existent. Beds are probably at least 50 years old. People, I think mainly care givers, lying on the ground outside. Laundry spread out on the ground to dry.
Camping tents are the overflow - I’m very serious. When we had a tour there was a surgery in progress, and the door was not completely shut. This was a normal `house door`, no double or triple doors leading to the O.R, just a regular door off the hallway. The person that was giving us the tour opened the door further, and there, splayed on the table was a patient undergoing surgery, open to gross contamination.
There was a high pile of broken beds stacked up against the one wall outside, not far from the `tent ward.`
The government hospitals are much, much worse. The one where Divine stayed and died in was almost unbearably filthy. No linens are provided. The walls are so splattered with ``stuff`` that has run down that it seriously almost looks like a wallpaper pattern. Every Band-Aid, every needle, every dressing, absolutely every single thing that the patient needs for the treatment of the ailment they are suffering from has to be bought by the family/ friends. Again, caregivers of the sick tend to almost all needs. There’s a big metal barrel cut in half just outside a cluster of rooms that serves as the needle/blood transfusion/empty IV/food scrapes disposal. It reeks.
Emergency service - The day Mama Queen was brought in and died she had to wait about 5 hours before she was seen by a doctor; this is completely normal. There is much that I could say, but won’t.
One thing I ask of you, the reader. Please don’t whine and complain and get angry about our western medical system when things don’t go as you wish they would. And please don’t whine and complain and gripe about the high taxes that you pay, because a large part of the taxes you pay goes toward your medical coverage. You have no idea how blessed you are. Thank God for what you have.
We’ve had a tour of 2 private hospitals, which is what I’ll start with. I won’t go into much detail.
A large room houses between 10 and 12 people; rooms can house men and women together; beds are literally back to back, no curtains to separate them. Linens may or may not be provided. It’s very dirty and smelly. AIDS patients are beside malaria patients who are beside anal hernia patients who are beside…. All food and drink has to be brought in by family/friends. If this does not happen because of lack of family or funds, the patient literally does not eat. Family/friends are also the caregivers. Nurses and doctors primarily administer drugs etc.; equipment is almost non-existent. Beds are probably at least 50 years old. People, I think mainly care givers, lying on the ground outside. Laundry spread out on the ground to dry.
Camping tents are the overflow - I’m very serious. When we had a tour there was a surgery in progress, and the door was not completely shut. This was a normal `house door`, no double or triple doors leading to the O.R, just a regular door off the hallway. The person that was giving us the tour opened the door further, and there, splayed on the table was a patient undergoing surgery, open to gross contamination.
There was a high pile of broken beds stacked up against the one wall outside, not far from the `tent ward.`
The government hospitals are much, much worse. The one where Divine stayed and died in was almost unbearably filthy. No linens are provided. The walls are so splattered with ``stuff`` that has run down that it seriously almost looks like a wallpaper pattern. Every Band-Aid, every needle, every dressing, absolutely every single thing that the patient needs for the treatment of the ailment they are suffering from has to be bought by the family/ friends. Again, caregivers of the sick tend to almost all needs. There’s a big metal barrel cut in half just outside a cluster of rooms that serves as the needle/blood transfusion/empty IV/food scrapes disposal. It reeks.
Emergency service - The day Mama Queen was brought in and died she had to wait about 5 hours before she was seen by a doctor; this is completely normal. There is much that I could say, but won’t.
One thing I ask of you, the reader. Please don’t whine and complain and get angry about our western medical system when things don’t go as you wish they would. And please don’t whine and complain and gripe about the high taxes that you pay, because a large part of the taxes you pay goes toward your medical coverage. You have no idea how blessed you are. Thank God for what you have.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Mama Queen is dancing for the King
Happy Canada Day!!!
Take time to thank God for our wonderful country.
Much has happened in the last few weeks.
We got to spend some time with Sara and Peter Ndaruhutse, children of the late David Ndaruhutse, founder of A.R.M. - African Revival Ministries. Sara is 20, lives with her mom in Kigali, Rwanda and she studies in Uganda in communication. After completing this she’s planning on going to Bible college in the UK. I didn’t spend much time with Peter, so I don’t know what he’s studying. They both love and serve the Lord.
School’s out - hooray!! Colton did absolutely phenomenally well; he received 7 academic awards. With school being out I also get some breathing space, which I needed. Isaac’s schedule will be very full in a few weeks as he has a lot of things to fix/install/build for both schools.
Since the beginning of the school year I’ve had a daily stream of mostly girls, some boys, coming to my room during recess, just to chat. We have two 20 minute breaks, so that’s a lot of time I’ve spent with them. On average I’d have probably 6 -8 girls, (some grade 3, mostly grades 4 - 6) per break, sometimes up to 15. I often struggled with this; I had so much work to do and wanted to work through the breaks, but I had to keep telling myself that relationships are more important than working through break. Many of these girls are Muslim/Hindu. One year 5 girl accepted Jesus as her Saviour, and said she would not tell her parents. She came back the next day, very distraught, saying she had told her parents and that she couldn’t be a Christian. In this religion the father has full rights to kill his family if they convert to Christianity.
This particular girl, Bhagyashree, was hard for me to always love; nosy, serious chatterbox, etc. She loved to tell me about their Muslim festivals and beliefs, ceremonies and rituals. So after listening to her I would tell her what Christianity is. This particular time she informed me that they were in the middle of this 2 day festival where the father lights a big fire in the back yard and walks around it 4 times, after which their sins are forgiven. I reminded her that only God/Jesus forgives sins. I told her if she ever wanted to accept Jesus as her personal Saviour and wanted to have someone pray with her, or if she had questions about that or anything pertaining to Jesus, she could ask me anytime. Immediately she said she wanted to accept Jesus!!! I was soooo excited!! I had been praying for her for a long time, and now I got to witness this miracle.
Please pray for this precious girl and her year 3 sister. These kids that come from Muslim/Hindu families are so confused. Some have told me that at school they pray to Jesus, and that they believe in Jesus, but at home they pray to their false gods and idols. We have an almost 25% Muslim/Hindu student body. Naida, year 6, is really struggling; her dad is laying on the pressure at home, and she is torn.
One year 3 girl told her teacher and myself that she saw men with turbans and a huge snake in her room. One of the men had touched her on her head and she was transported to their temple, and the man touched her again and she was back in her room. Recently all the kids got a bible from Gideons and this girl, Angali, brought it back at her fathers’ request. He had specifically forbidden her to read it at school, and threatened her that he was posting “a man” demon, by the ceiling of her classroom to watch her, and if she read in the bible this “man” would tell him. These are only 2 stories; there are many more; please pray for these children that every word they hear that come from the Fathers’ heart will take root and will with time bear much fruit. I fully believe that the Lord has them at the King’s School for a purpose.
We as staff are very aware of the spirits that could be brought into the school by these kids and parents, and we corporately pray against them very diligently.
There is a King’s School grad (2007) that was helping out since January that also has spent a lot of time in my room. She comes and tells me things that are going on at home, she cries, and I just pray, “Jesus help me.” I pray with her, listen to her and love and affirm her. I asked her if I could blog about her situation so you, the reader, could pray.
Evangeline is going to be 20 in October, and her father treats her like a little child. In fact he compares her with her 7 year old sister. She is not allowed to socialize, she’s in a prison. Her mom and dad have been separated for a number of years; mom lives in Nigeria. Dad is a pastor of a local church here. Dad beats his girls regularly. Evangeline says she far rather would have his physical abuse than his verbal abuse. Her last physical beating was when she was 16, but he’s threatening to start beating her up again. One sister is doing her A levels (grade 13 equivalent) in Uganda, one sister is going into year 9, and one into year 3. Evangeline also became a Christian recently (March); she hasn’t told her dad yet, she says he would use this against her. The spiritual abuse is awful. Evangeline failed her A levels in Uganda; it’s a 2 year program.
These girls are docile, yet carry a lot of anger and hurt in them. Often when he beats the girls he does it in front of the sisters. He says they are evil and wicked, and that they are dangerous.
Even though Evangeline is treated like a small child, she’s expected to raise her sisters and manage the home, as well as work full time; on top of this, she tutors some kids. Since starting work as an assistant at the beginning of the year she has not been able to keep one single franc that she’s earned. Not one. Her dad takes it all. I could write much about this situation, but I won’t. Please pray for this friend and her family; and pray that I will be a good friend to her.
There are other teachers that come into my room, tell me their problems and cry, though crying is very un-African. I guess they saw me cry when Ramona was sick and died, so perhaps they know it’s okay to cry around me. All I can do is listen and hug them and pray with them. I’ve wondered though what Jesus is doing in and through all these people coming to my room.
Two days ago we had 3 people speak over us that Isaac and I are spiritual parents. They know nothing about the above relationships. Two of them just flew in from the UK a week and a half ago, and one from South Carolina. We were praying together, and God showed up pretty powerfully.
The spiritual parents thing totally resonates with us - towards the beginning of our time here in Burundi, I had three dreams about adopting someone. I never felt it was a physical adoption; I’ve wondered about these dreams, and we believe God has revealed to us what they meant. Please pray into this with us.
We’ve met some pretty incredible people in the last 10 days - people that we fully believe God has brought into our lives for a huge purpose. Some are local, others are not. It feels like we’re on the cusp of something new.
Divine….. sweet, precious Divine….dancing in heaven, worshipping Jesus together with my daddy that died when I was 2, with my incredible niece Ramona and my beautiful friend Charlotte….
Divine was diagnosed with breast cancer 2 yrs. ago. Shortly after she got pregnant, unplanned. One week after Bearnu (girl), was born she had a mastectomy; one week after this, she started chemo. in Uganda, as Burundi has no cancer treatment. She was doing pretty good till about three months ago. Her other breast started showing very rapid signs of cancer. Her lungs started filling up with fluid. She had an excruciating lung puncture. By now her breast was literally being “eaten” away by the cancer. She was refusing another mastectomy. Her wound/scar from the mastectomy started leaking lots. Both sides had to have daily dressing changes, due to lots of awful drainage. The last 5 days she could not lie down because she couldn’t breath, and because of being in agony. She hardly slept a wink in this time; exhaustion hardly touches what she felt I think.
Early Monday morning the 21st, Deo - her husband, and Alli took her to the hospital. Alli kept me informed all morning while I was at school as to what was happening via texting. Nothing happened all morning medically, hospitals here are almost enough to……….. more on that later.
Finally at about one in the afternoon she was seen, and was put on I.V. An exhausted Alli went home, and Deo went home to organize meals to be brought to the hospital. They were told that she first had to have a blood transfusion before they could do another lung puncture. At about 3:00 P.M. Isaac, Colton and I arrived at the hospital. It was awful; she was not fully “there”, her heart was hurting her so bad, she was fighting to breath. I held her head as she sat in her wheelchair, too weak and tired to hold it up herself.
At about 4:15 they finally started the transfusion, and they made her lie down. She begged and begged to sit up because she couldn’t breath, and her heart hurt her more when she laid down. As weak and tired as she was, she tried to get up time and again, and the family members that were there literally held her down. I coulda’ decked them. I realize they were just trying to help, but it was so incredibly hard to see. The family didn’t seem very compassionate at all, using harsh tones, etc.
Alli came back shortly after they started the transfusion. At about 4:30 Deo came back. At about 4:45 they put a hose by her nose with oxygen coming out of it. Divine was begging for help, every little while trying to get up. Close to 5:00 things got horrible, and 5 - 7 minutes later she died. She suffocated….. you can’t imagine…. the look on her face, her eyes…..
She leaves to mourn her passing her husband Deo, 6 beautiful children: Queen, Destine, Caleb, Esther, Dedi, and little Bearnu, and lots of family and friends, which we are blessed and privileged to be amongst.
Please pray for Deo and the family.
And please remember to pray for us as well
Take time to thank God for our wonderful country.
Much has happened in the last few weeks.
We got to spend some time with Sara and Peter Ndaruhutse, children of the late David Ndaruhutse, founder of A.R.M. - African Revival Ministries. Sara is 20, lives with her mom in Kigali, Rwanda and she studies in Uganda in communication. After completing this she’s planning on going to Bible college in the UK. I didn’t spend much time with Peter, so I don’t know what he’s studying. They both love and serve the Lord.
School’s out - hooray!! Colton did absolutely phenomenally well; he received 7 academic awards. With school being out I also get some breathing space, which I needed. Isaac’s schedule will be very full in a few weeks as he has a lot of things to fix/install/build for both schools.
Since the beginning of the school year I’ve had a daily stream of mostly girls, some boys, coming to my room during recess, just to chat. We have two 20 minute breaks, so that’s a lot of time I’ve spent with them. On average I’d have probably 6 -8 girls, (some grade 3, mostly grades 4 - 6) per break, sometimes up to 15. I often struggled with this; I had so much work to do and wanted to work through the breaks, but I had to keep telling myself that relationships are more important than working through break. Many of these girls are Muslim/Hindu. One year 5 girl accepted Jesus as her Saviour, and said she would not tell her parents. She came back the next day, very distraught, saying she had told her parents and that she couldn’t be a Christian. In this religion the father has full rights to kill his family if they convert to Christianity.
This particular girl, Bhagyashree, was hard for me to always love; nosy, serious chatterbox, etc. She loved to tell me about their Muslim festivals and beliefs, ceremonies and rituals. So after listening to her I would tell her what Christianity is. This particular time she informed me that they were in the middle of this 2 day festival where the father lights a big fire in the back yard and walks around it 4 times, after which their sins are forgiven. I reminded her that only God/Jesus forgives sins. I told her if she ever wanted to accept Jesus as her personal Saviour and wanted to have someone pray with her, or if she had questions about that or anything pertaining to Jesus, she could ask me anytime. Immediately she said she wanted to accept Jesus!!! I was soooo excited!! I had been praying for her for a long time, and now I got to witness this miracle.
Please pray for this precious girl and her year 3 sister. These kids that come from Muslim/Hindu families are so confused. Some have told me that at school they pray to Jesus, and that they believe in Jesus, but at home they pray to their false gods and idols. We have an almost 25% Muslim/Hindu student body. Naida, year 6, is really struggling; her dad is laying on the pressure at home, and she is torn.
One year 3 girl told her teacher and myself that she saw men with turbans and a huge snake in her room. One of the men had touched her on her head and she was transported to their temple, and the man touched her again and she was back in her room. Recently all the kids got a bible from Gideons and this girl, Angali, brought it back at her fathers’ request. He had specifically forbidden her to read it at school, and threatened her that he was posting “a man” demon, by the ceiling of her classroom to watch her, and if she read in the bible this “man” would tell him. These are only 2 stories; there are many more; please pray for these children that every word they hear that come from the Fathers’ heart will take root and will with time bear much fruit. I fully believe that the Lord has them at the King’s School for a purpose.
We as staff are very aware of the spirits that could be brought into the school by these kids and parents, and we corporately pray against them very diligently.
There is a King’s School grad (2007) that was helping out since January that also has spent a lot of time in my room. She comes and tells me things that are going on at home, she cries, and I just pray, “Jesus help me.” I pray with her, listen to her and love and affirm her. I asked her if I could blog about her situation so you, the reader, could pray.
Evangeline is going to be 20 in October, and her father treats her like a little child. In fact he compares her with her 7 year old sister. She is not allowed to socialize, she’s in a prison. Her mom and dad have been separated for a number of years; mom lives in Nigeria. Dad is a pastor of a local church here. Dad beats his girls regularly. Evangeline says she far rather would have his physical abuse than his verbal abuse. Her last physical beating was when she was 16, but he’s threatening to start beating her up again. One sister is doing her A levels (grade 13 equivalent) in Uganda, one sister is going into year 9, and one into year 3. Evangeline also became a Christian recently (March); she hasn’t told her dad yet, she says he would use this against her. The spiritual abuse is awful. Evangeline failed her A levels in Uganda; it’s a 2 year program.
These girls are docile, yet carry a lot of anger and hurt in them. Often when he beats the girls he does it in front of the sisters. He says they are evil and wicked, and that they are dangerous.
Even though Evangeline is treated like a small child, she’s expected to raise her sisters and manage the home, as well as work full time; on top of this, she tutors some kids. Since starting work as an assistant at the beginning of the year she has not been able to keep one single franc that she’s earned. Not one. Her dad takes it all. I could write much about this situation, but I won’t. Please pray for this friend and her family; and pray that I will be a good friend to her.
There are other teachers that come into my room, tell me their problems and cry, though crying is very un-African. I guess they saw me cry when Ramona was sick and died, so perhaps they know it’s okay to cry around me. All I can do is listen and hug them and pray with them. I’ve wondered though what Jesus is doing in and through all these people coming to my room.
Two days ago we had 3 people speak over us that Isaac and I are spiritual parents. They know nothing about the above relationships. Two of them just flew in from the UK a week and a half ago, and one from South Carolina. We were praying together, and God showed up pretty powerfully.
The spiritual parents thing totally resonates with us - towards the beginning of our time here in Burundi, I had three dreams about adopting someone. I never felt it was a physical adoption; I’ve wondered about these dreams, and we believe God has revealed to us what they meant. Please pray into this with us.
We’ve met some pretty incredible people in the last 10 days - people that we fully believe God has brought into our lives for a huge purpose. Some are local, others are not. It feels like we’re on the cusp of something new.
Divine….. sweet, precious Divine….dancing in heaven, worshipping Jesus together with my daddy that died when I was 2, with my incredible niece Ramona and my beautiful friend Charlotte….
Divine was diagnosed with breast cancer 2 yrs. ago. Shortly after she got pregnant, unplanned. One week after Bearnu (girl), was born she had a mastectomy; one week after this, she started chemo. in Uganda, as Burundi has no cancer treatment. She was doing pretty good till about three months ago. Her other breast started showing very rapid signs of cancer. Her lungs started filling up with fluid. She had an excruciating lung puncture. By now her breast was literally being “eaten” away by the cancer. She was refusing another mastectomy. Her wound/scar from the mastectomy started leaking lots. Both sides had to have daily dressing changes, due to lots of awful drainage. The last 5 days she could not lie down because she couldn’t breath, and because of being in agony. She hardly slept a wink in this time; exhaustion hardly touches what she felt I think.
Early Monday morning the 21st, Deo - her husband, and Alli took her to the hospital. Alli kept me informed all morning while I was at school as to what was happening via texting. Nothing happened all morning medically, hospitals here are almost enough to……….. more on that later.
Finally at about one in the afternoon she was seen, and was put on I.V. An exhausted Alli went home, and Deo went home to organize meals to be brought to the hospital. They were told that she first had to have a blood transfusion before they could do another lung puncture. At about 3:00 P.M. Isaac, Colton and I arrived at the hospital. It was awful; she was not fully “there”, her heart was hurting her so bad, she was fighting to breath. I held her head as she sat in her wheelchair, too weak and tired to hold it up herself.
At about 4:15 they finally started the transfusion, and they made her lie down. She begged and begged to sit up because she couldn’t breath, and her heart hurt her more when she laid down. As weak and tired as she was, she tried to get up time and again, and the family members that were there literally held her down. I coulda’ decked them. I realize they were just trying to help, but it was so incredibly hard to see. The family didn’t seem very compassionate at all, using harsh tones, etc.
Alli came back shortly after they started the transfusion. At about 4:30 Deo came back. At about 4:45 they put a hose by her nose with oxygen coming out of it. Divine was begging for help, every little while trying to get up. Close to 5:00 things got horrible, and 5 - 7 minutes later she died. She suffocated….. you can’t imagine…. the look on her face, her eyes…..
She leaves to mourn her passing her husband Deo, 6 beautiful children: Queen, Destine, Caleb, Esther, Dedi, and little Bearnu, and lots of family and friends, which we are blessed and privileged to be amongst.
Please pray for Deo and the family.
And please remember to pray for us as well
Monday, June 21, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Bubanza Crusade - Part 2
Long over due again.
We had three wonderful friends from Canada visit us for 10 days. Marvin and Rachael, together with Andrea were a breath of fresh air. We love you guys!!
So, part 2 of the Crusade:
The church wasn’t nearly big enough to hold everyone, so the event was held outside which proved to be problematic at times due to short but intense rains. We were under a canopy of tarps and palm branches resting on bamboo sticks. The edge of the mountain was about 20 feet from where we sat. The view was beautiful; there was a deep valley/ravine separating us from other majestic mountains - real mountains, like in B.C., not just ’wannabe’ mountains. (Mind you, all Burundi mountains are the real kind of mountains.)
People had walked/hiked from a distance of up to 15 km. from all directions. First introductions where made - the visiting team as well as all the local pastors representing their churches.
Eddy, who is Honda’s administrator did most of the interpreting for us, and time and again he said how the various choirs were singing songs of condemnation. He said this is very common in rural churches, where worship is often not worship, but judging. The choirs can sing beautifully, and often times are very, almost painfully long winded. They always have synchronized movements throughout the entire song - often times quite funny to watch. Whether it was mixed adult or childrens’ choirs, babies were on the backs of the choir members, bobbing back and forth. The ground was saturated from the rains, and so all the dancing was on slimmy, red mud. Most are bare foot anyway, no need to worry about their expensive Lacoste or Adidas getting ruined.
Many, many responded to the alter calls, and the angels in heaven rejoiced!!
Isaac spoke on the Holy Spirit, and I spoke about who we are in Christ Jesus according to Eph.1:3-14. In the evenings people were able to watch ‘Pilgrim’s Progress” and another Christian movie. The first evening Honda figured there were close to 1500 people, the second night there were more. They stretched out a white sheet on tall branches, thus enabling viewers on both sides.
The second night after preaching, Isaac very suddenly felt very sick. We had just entered the church to have supper, and Isaac knew he needed to get out - now!! We excused ourselves in the nick of time. After vomiting a few times he was completely well again. We fully believe this was a spiritual attack, as Isaac had previously felt a heaviness and darkness in his spirit. But praise be to Jesus - He who is in us is more powerful than he who is in the world!!!
I know I’ve written very little of the spiritual things, but really, when Jesus sets free the captives, that’s the bottom line. We were blessed beyond measure by being able to pray for, encourage and walk along side a beautiful people.
Isaac, Colton and I were all changed on that mountain.
Our dear friend Alli, the one that runs the sewing/mechanic project with ex-prostitutes and child soldiers, has a guy working for her by the name of Deo. Deo is her “right-hand-man” at the project; he’s an extremely soft spoken, gentle spirited father of six. He had malignant cancer from 2002 - 2004, with a huge visible lump on the side of his throat. He was hospitalized, and the doctors gave him just a little while to live. However, God told him that he was healed, and so Deo would tell people this, all the while having this lump on his throat. Well, Jesus completely healed him, and that was 6 years ago!!!
Deo’s wife, Divine, age 30 (Mama Queen - oldest daughter’s name is Queen), was diagnosed with breast cancer two years ago; it is now all over her body. She is very sick, and in need of prayer. The way things work out here is if you have someone working for you, you are responsible for the medical bills that the employee and his family accrue. Well, needless to say, the bills are stacking up, and Alli is left almost by herself to pay for them.
Burundi does not have any kind of cancer treatment, so before Christmas Deo and Divine took a bus to Kampala, Uganda 6 times for chemo. Alli said it’s not a pleasant ride at the best of times, never mind when you’re so sick. Hospitalization in a government facility is not expensive by our standards - not even $10.00 per night, but this does not include any medicines, painkillers, tests, nothing. Also, hospitals do not feed the patients, so all food has to be brought in by family/friends. The custom here is that there are many people with the sick almost constantly, so these people also have to be fed. So for the most part, Alli is feeding 5 - 6 people daily on top of all the medical bills. We have come to know and love Deo and Divine, and have been so blessed by them.
If Jesus prompts you to help out with the bills, please email us at: ircfroese@gmail.com
Blessings!!!
We had three wonderful friends from Canada visit us for 10 days. Marvin and Rachael, together with Andrea were a breath of fresh air. We love you guys!!
So, part 2 of the Crusade:
The church wasn’t nearly big enough to hold everyone, so the event was held outside which proved to be problematic at times due to short but intense rains. We were under a canopy of tarps and palm branches resting on bamboo sticks. The edge of the mountain was about 20 feet from where we sat. The view was beautiful; there was a deep valley/ravine separating us from other majestic mountains - real mountains, like in B.C., not just ’wannabe’ mountains. (Mind you, all Burundi mountains are the real kind of mountains.)
People had walked/hiked from a distance of up to 15 km. from all directions. First introductions where made - the visiting team as well as all the local pastors representing their churches.
Eddy, who is Honda’s administrator did most of the interpreting for us, and time and again he said how the various choirs were singing songs of condemnation. He said this is very common in rural churches, where worship is often not worship, but judging. The choirs can sing beautifully, and often times are very, almost painfully long winded. They always have synchronized movements throughout the entire song - often times quite funny to watch. Whether it was mixed adult or childrens’ choirs, babies were on the backs of the choir members, bobbing back and forth. The ground was saturated from the rains, and so all the dancing was on slimmy, red mud. Most are bare foot anyway, no need to worry about their expensive Lacoste or Adidas getting ruined.
Many, many responded to the alter calls, and the angels in heaven rejoiced!!
Isaac spoke on the Holy Spirit, and I spoke about who we are in Christ Jesus according to Eph.1:3-14. In the evenings people were able to watch ‘Pilgrim’s Progress” and another Christian movie. The first evening Honda figured there were close to 1500 people, the second night there were more. They stretched out a white sheet on tall branches, thus enabling viewers on both sides.
The second night after preaching, Isaac very suddenly felt very sick. We had just entered the church to have supper, and Isaac knew he needed to get out - now!! We excused ourselves in the nick of time. After vomiting a few times he was completely well again. We fully believe this was a spiritual attack, as Isaac had previously felt a heaviness and darkness in his spirit. But praise be to Jesus - He who is in us is more powerful than he who is in the world!!!
I know I’ve written very little of the spiritual things, but really, when Jesus sets free the captives, that’s the bottom line. We were blessed beyond measure by being able to pray for, encourage and walk along side a beautiful people.
Isaac, Colton and I were all changed on that mountain.
Our dear friend Alli, the one that runs the sewing/mechanic project with ex-prostitutes and child soldiers, has a guy working for her by the name of Deo. Deo is her “right-hand-man” at the project; he’s an extremely soft spoken, gentle spirited father of six. He had malignant cancer from 2002 - 2004, with a huge visible lump on the side of his throat. He was hospitalized, and the doctors gave him just a little while to live. However, God told him that he was healed, and so Deo would tell people this, all the while having this lump on his throat. Well, Jesus completely healed him, and that was 6 years ago!!!
Deo’s wife, Divine, age 30 (Mama Queen - oldest daughter’s name is Queen), was diagnosed with breast cancer two years ago; it is now all over her body. She is very sick, and in need of prayer. The way things work out here is if you have someone working for you, you are responsible for the medical bills that the employee and his family accrue. Well, needless to say, the bills are stacking up, and Alli is left almost by herself to pay for them.
Burundi does not have any kind of cancer treatment, so before Christmas Deo and Divine took a bus to Kampala, Uganda 6 times for chemo. Alli said it’s not a pleasant ride at the best of times, never mind when you’re so sick. Hospitalization in a government facility is not expensive by our standards - not even $10.00 per night, but this does not include any medicines, painkillers, tests, nothing. Also, hospitals do not feed the patients, so all food has to be brought in by family/friends. The custom here is that there are many people with the sick almost constantly, so these people also have to be fed. So for the most part, Alli is feeding 5 - 6 people daily on top of all the medical bills. We have come to know and love Deo and Divine, and have been so blessed by them.
If Jesus prompts you to help out with the bills, please email us at: ircfroese@gmail.com
Blessings!!!
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