Thirteenth Entries: 6-2-10
It’s really the end now. Our flight from South Africa to Atlanta was pretty easy--surprisingly. I watched tons of movies and TV and crashed for a good chunk of the flight. I had to hustle tog et to my flight to Boston--but I had time to freshen up--change clothes, put on some deodorant and get a Starbucks. Sweet fancy Moses, I’ve missed lattes! It’s just two hours to Boston now.
I’m feeling a little mixed--definitely ready to be home, and I have been refreshed. I feel at peace about not really going anywhere for the next little while, and I could see living abroad much more clearly now. Same and Marlene made it so natural--it doesn’t have to be out-in-the-sticks-with-nothing-whatsoever-mission. It’s about living and learning. I think it’s certainly given me a lot, a new perspective on living and working, of how cross-cultural mission can be anywhere, of prayer and reigning in life, of places to go and things to learn, of living and moving in the Spirit, of being open to prophecy and tongues and healing--God is amazing and I am feeling transformation within me. I only hope, as Sam said, not to let go of it too soon. I hope it sticks in me and encourages others.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Zimbabwe, Eleventh and Twelflth Entries
We had a great time in Dotitto. CBS went well and we camped! It was beautiful, the stars were so big and bright and various groups of people would sing through out the night. A few stories of interest...
At the end of the conference, this little boy James was playing around ,saw me and wanted to come visit. We had a lot of fun--airplaning and such. I was walking around with him and Esther said, “Wow. He was afraid of white people, but he seems to have warmed up to you.” So cool! He also thought Nathan was Jesus because h’d seen the Jesus Film-and since Nathan is a white guy with a brown beard and hair he must be Jesus. When we were leaving, James was crying his head off, and Esther said, “Aw, little Jamie loves Jesus.”
The other is this--when I said goodbyes to the cooking ladies, who’d become friendly with me because I was clearing the table since I was the youngest (traditional in Shona culture), and one said something to me in Shona, to which I just smiled and said “Ok!” She and the others just laughed their heads off. Too funny.
We hung out a bit at Erica Road, where we’ll be having CBS training today. Then, Tongai took us home and we played with Shane and Hoel. Joel loosened up by the end of the night, talking and all and had quite a bit of fun by the end with my camera. WE also watched “New Hour” on ZBC--which Joy is pretty much propaganda. A lot of controversy over the new discovery of diamonds in Zimbabwe ad Mugabe not wanting to adhere to the Kimberly Process which protects worker’s rights--humane treatment, fair wages and such.
Tim to bed now, who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Twelfth entires: 6-1-10
Well, the end of our time in Zimbabwe has come...we are now in South Africa, and Ginger left to continue her travels in Cape Town today.
Our last few days there, Tongai took us on a tour of the city. We saw it from the Toposcope, which is a viewing point in the middle of the city. He took us to a flea market where we got a few wares and then went home. Sunday, we went to church at Westgate, and were welcomed in. Sam told a great message and had a good word for the church. Then, we made the drive back to Bulawayo in the afternoon. The next day we hung out a bit and then were off to the airport.
We had a great day yesterday, chatting with Lindsey and Tim. We all met Linsey’s dad, Bill, who was quite nice and funny. Wished we could’ve chatted more.
I can’t believe it’s over, it passed so quickly. Off to Atlanta we go...in 17 and a half hours...
At the end of the conference, this little boy James was playing around ,saw me and wanted to come visit. We had a lot of fun--airplaning and such. I was walking around with him and Esther said, “Wow. He was afraid of white people, but he seems to have warmed up to you.” So cool! He also thought Nathan was Jesus because h’d seen the Jesus Film-and since Nathan is a white guy with a brown beard and hair he must be Jesus. When we were leaving, James was crying his head off, and Esther said, “Aw, little Jamie loves Jesus.”
The other is this--when I said goodbyes to the cooking ladies, who’d become friendly with me because I was clearing the table since I was the youngest (traditional in Shona culture), and one said something to me in Shona, to which I just smiled and said “Ok!” She and the others just laughed their heads off. Too funny.
We hung out a bit at Erica Road, where we’ll be having CBS training today. Then, Tongai took us home and we played with Shane and Hoel. Joel loosened up by the end of the night, talking and all and had quite a bit of fun by the end with my camera. WE also watched “New Hour” on ZBC--which Joy is pretty much propaganda. A lot of controversy over the new discovery of diamonds in Zimbabwe ad Mugabe not wanting to adhere to the Kimberly Process which protects worker’s rights--humane treatment, fair wages and such.
Tim to bed now, who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Twelfth entires: 6-1-10
Well, the end of our time in Zimbabwe has come...we are now in South Africa, and Ginger left to continue her travels in Cape Town today.
Our last few days there, Tongai took us on a tour of the city. We saw it from the Toposcope, which is a viewing point in the middle of the city. He took us to a flea market where we got a few wares and then went home. Sunday, we went to church at Westgate, and were welcomed in. Sam told a great message and had a good word for the church. Then, we made the drive back to Bulawayo in the afternoon. The next day we hung out a bit and then were off to the airport.
We had a great day yesterday, chatting with Lindsey and Tim. We all met Linsey’s dad, Bill, who was quite nice and funny. Wished we could’ve chatted more.
I can’t believe it’s over, it passed so quickly. Off to Atlanta we go...in 17 and a half hours...
Zimbabwe, Ninth and Tenth Entries
Ninth entries: 5-26-10
Good morning! I’ve had a HOT shower this morning! Now outside with a cup of coffee, enjoying the warm morning sun and the sounds of birds. Glorious.
After the girls discipleship time yesterday, we got into a truck and went to Crossroads, where we connected with the two Andy’s and Gloria from the Nehemiah Project, which works with HIV/AIDS prevention and awareness. There, Stephen shared his heart for Crossroads--they built toilets and currently have chickens and goats, with plans to build a children’s building, a main worship center, grow some crops according to Farming God’s Way perhaps even a sewing business and a bicycle shop. Big vision for the community. We prayed there and it was powerful. One of the Andy’s had Stephen hold a log and pound it into the ground, saying that as the shockwaves would ripple across the land, so would the shockwaves of the work they are doing spread.
Then we “nipped” to a piece of land that a prominent woman in the community had given to Stephen-which is a BIG DEAL, Since land is scarce, and it serves as the source of power and income. (A word about nipped: people often “nip” into town “just now” in Southern Africa. This, though it sounds like a quick trip, is not so. Nipping often takes a while, and the “just now” means in a little, or long while...you get the picture). Stephen had a sense to go ask for land to plant sunflowers to press into oil, so cooking oil would be readily available to the community. He went to go ask this prominent woman, very concerned, and she had a dream wherein God said a man would come to ask her about oil and she must give him what he wanted. So, she gave him the land. There is now vision to build houses for the Ebenezer guys who aren’t from that community. I had a picture of sunflowers with flower pointed to the sky, the light coming out of them, showing the community the face of God. I don’t know how it was received, but I hope it encouraged.
Then, we went to a women’s house to pray for her upcoming court case--a man had stolen three of her cattle and rebranded them, but their brand is similar to hers. Now they are playing the political card, saying she is an MDC supporter (ie not a Mugabe supporter). It’s a very hard time. We prayed that truth would prevail and we prayed for her two boys, and then returned to Ebenezer.
There, Brilliant took us on the rest of the tour, showing us his fields. Then, we had a celebration lunch of sudza and meat. The apprentices sang and danced and did a skit for us. Very funny. My favorite was the young men singing.
After that, it was sadly time to go. We said goodbye and then went back to Pamula to pack up. We got back to Bulawayo, talked with Stephen some more and then had tea and cookies, a nice meal and slept.
Also, Marlene made and brought several cookies (aka biscuits) to Ebenezer, one flavor of which was snickerdoodles. We taught Stephen and the apprentices that word and they thought it was sooo funny. Laughter erupted every time we said it. The girls, and the cook, Andrew, want to learn how to bake them. So, next week for the girls’ discipleship time, they’ll learn to make peanut butter cookies. They’ll call it Baking God’s way! (Post-trip remark: the totally did this, and there was no wastage!)
The faith here is so big, though resources are small.
Tenth Entries: 5-27-10
Long day in the car yesterday from Bulawayo to Harare, but quite comfy in the back of Renee Cunningham’s truck. We got in about 6:00pm and met at River of Life Eastlea with Tongai, Teach, and had the good fortune of running into Bones and Tash. Tongai took Ginger and I home with him for the night. He pastors/is elder at River of Life Westgate, but lives about 1K from Estlea. We met his wife, Joy, and 2 children, Joel and Shane--very cute! We hung out for a while and then had a delicious meal. Then, we had a really good time talking to Joy and Tongai--Tongai had to pull Joy away because we’d be back on Friday.
Then we got up early today and let for Dotitto at 6am. I slept most of the way here, and I’m still tired. Luckily, many of the guys here for CBS Training are just as tired, having walked upwards of 20K to get here. Everyone is so kind here-they made a big spread of tea and bread for us upon arrival, with some cookies. They had praise and worship and now it’s time for training. So cool to hear the guys’ hearts for the local churches out here. They ask good questions and have good feedback for CBS.
Good morning! I’ve had a HOT shower this morning! Now outside with a cup of coffee, enjoying the warm morning sun and the sounds of birds. Glorious.
After the girls discipleship time yesterday, we got into a truck and went to Crossroads, where we connected with the two Andy’s and Gloria from the Nehemiah Project, which works with HIV/AIDS prevention and awareness. There, Stephen shared his heart for Crossroads--they built toilets and currently have chickens and goats, with plans to build a children’s building, a main worship center, grow some crops according to Farming God’s Way perhaps even a sewing business and a bicycle shop. Big vision for the community. We prayed there and it was powerful. One of the Andy’s had Stephen hold a log and pound it into the ground, saying that as the shockwaves would ripple across the land, so would the shockwaves of the work they are doing spread.
Then we “nipped” to a piece of land that a prominent woman in the community had given to Stephen-which is a BIG DEAL, Since land is scarce, and it serves as the source of power and income. (A word about nipped: people often “nip” into town “just now” in Southern Africa. This, though it sounds like a quick trip, is not so. Nipping often takes a while, and the “just now” means in a little, or long while...you get the picture). Stephen had a sense to go ask for land to plant sunflowers to press into oil, so cooking oil would be readily available to the community. He went to go ask this prominent woman, very concerned, and she had a dream wherein God said a man would come to ask her about oil and she must give him what he wanted. So, she gave him the land. There is now vision to build houses for the Ebenezer guys who aren’t from that community. I had a picture of sunflowers with flower pointed to the sky, the light coming out of them, showing the community the face of God. I don’t know how it was received, but I hope it encouraged.
Then, we went to a women’s house to pray for her upcoming court case--a man had stolen three of her cattle and rebranded them, but their brand is similar to hers. Now they are playing the political card, saying she is an MDC supporter (ie not a Mugabe supporter). It’s a very hard time. We prayed that truth would prevail and we prayed for her two boys, and then returned to Ebenezer.
There, Brilliant took us on the rest of the tour, showing us his fields. Then, we had a celebration lunch of sudza and meat. The apprentices sang and danced and did a skit for us. Very funny. My favorite was the young men singing.
After that, it was sadly time to go. We said goodbye and then went back to Pamula to pack up. We got back to Bulawayo, talked with Stephen some more and then had tea and cookies, a nice meal and slept.
Also, Marlene made and brought several cookies (aka biscuits) to Ebenezer, one flavor of which was snickerdoodles. We taught Stephen and the apprentices that word and they thought it was sooo funny. Laughter erupted every time we said it. The girls, and the cook, Andrew, want to learn how to bake them. So, next week for the girls’ discipleship time, they’ll learn to make peanut butter cookies. They’ll call it Baking God’s way! (Post-trip remark: the totally did this, and there was no wastage!)
The faith here is so big, though resources are small.
Tenth Entries: 5-27-10
Long day in the car yesterday from Bulawayo to Harare, but quite comfy in the back of Renee Cunningham’s truck. We got in about 6:00pm and met at River of Life Eastlea with Tongai, Teach, and had the good fortune of running into Bones and Tash. Tongai took Ginger and I home with him for the night. He pastors/is elder at River of Life Westgate, but lives about 1K from Estlea. We met his wife, Joy, and 2 children, Joel and Shane--very cute! We hung out for a while and then had a delicious meal. Then, we had a really good time talking to Joy and Tongai--Tongai had to pull Joy away because we’d be back on Friday.
Then we got up early today and let for Dotitto at 6am. I slept most of the way here, and I’m still tired. Luckily, many of the guys here for CBS Training are just as tired, having walked upwards of 20K to get here. Everyone is so kind here-they made a big spread of tea and bread for us upon arrival, with some cookies. They had praise and worship and now it’s time for training. So cool to hear the guys’ hearts for the local churches out here. They ask good questions and have good feedback for CBS.
Zimbabwe, Seventh and Eighth Entries
Seventh Entries: 5-24-10
I forgot to mention some things from yesterday. They hang flags of the nations at Crossroads and pray for the nations. It’s so cool to see that there is a heart for the nations here too. They also have a vision to extend into the communities around and across Zimbabwe. Fantastic to see the parallels between here and Fenway.
Eighth Entires: 5-25-10
Today is our last day in Kezi. Yesterday was really great. We had a very easy morning and a good lunch. Then we watched Stephen teach the second years about false prophets. He’s a gifted teacher--so expressive and truth just rolls out of his mouth. I’ve been wishing my theology teachers were this good. I felt like I was actually learning what I want to.
After Stephen’s lesson, Brilliant (they have GREAT names here. For instance, a woman here is named Blessing, and she named her child Moreblessing!) took us on a partial tour of Ebenezer. He told us the four pillars of Foundations for Farming:
Do things on time.
Do things to a high (godly) standard.
No wastage.
Do your work with joy.
I was thinking how different my life would be if I carried out my schoolwork and life by these. I think I’ll try. Brilliant says these four things provide a framwork for his life. He also told us that before he knew God, whenever he’d work in the field, he would feel sick. Them when he accepted Christ, his sickness went away. Brilliant is a really amazing guy-he loves God and wants to bring the gospel to his community, to get married, and build a house of his own. He’s a graduate at Ebenezer, with huge fields and on fire for God.
He showed us the composting and the fields. The compost serves as fertilizer in most cases and as a basal layer of soil. Mulch is used to retain water and fertilize top soil. They have an experimental plot where they test different methods. They also crop rotate to sustain the land--growing maize, cabbage, tomatoes, sugar beans, potatoes (which are more costly) and onions. It’s really amazing to see their faithfulness and diligence out there.
Sam then told the story of Paul’s visit to Rome and Romans 7:1-8, which covers our relationship to the law and our marriage to Christ--good stuff! And so cool to see the guys of Crossroads get it.
We came back to the house and Kesneth (pronounced Keznet), our housekeeper in Pamula, (Author’s note: housekeepers, guards, and gardeners are common to Zim households; if you have the means to provide a job, you should, so the rule goes) made us a delicious meal, and Stephen joined us. He shared a lot about the culture--how difficult marriage is, family issues...he’s up against a lot, but the battle is God’s and he’s trusting Him to prevail.
We turned in early, only to be woken by Ginger’s screams as out bat friend scared her in the hall. (Author’s note: At the house in Pamula, a bat would routinely fly in to the house around 5:00, shoot down the hall and then back out into the living room periodically. This night, it stationed itself in Nathan’s room, and we scared it out of there, but it was hiding and flew at Ginger in the darkened house.)
Today was Africa Day, a national holiday in Zim. We headed to Ebenezer in the morning and first had discipleship with Marlene and the women of Ebenezer. Ginger and I shared our testimonies, and it turns out she, Marlene and I were all lead to Christ through children’s programs. Since all these girls are involved with Crossroads, and most of them with children’s ministry, we were able to encourage them in their work with children. We then shared favorite verses and it was so good to see their hearts and who God has been for them. Lots of stories of provision and protection.
I forgot to mention some things from yesterday. They hang flags of the nations at Crossroads and pray for the nations. It’s so cool to see that there is a heart for the nations here too. They also have a vision to extend into the communities around and across Zimbabwe. Fantastic to see the parallels between here and Fenway.
Eighth Entires: 5-25-10
Today is our last day in Kezi. Yesterday was really great. We had a very easy morning and a good lunch. Then we watched Stephen teach the second years about false prophets. He’s a gifted teacher--so expressive and truth just rolls out of his mouth. I’ve been wishing my theology teachers were this good. I felt like I was actually learning what I want to.
After Stephen’s lesson, Brilliant (they have GREAT names here. For instance, a woman here is named Blessing, and she named her child Moreblessing!) took us on a partial tour of Ebenezer. He told us the four pillars of Foundations for Farming:
Do things on time.
Do things to a high (godly) standard.
No wastage.
Do your work with joy.
I was thinking how different my life would be if I carried out my schoolwork and life by these. I think I’ll try. Brilliant says these four things provide a framwork for his life. He also told us that before he knew God, whenever he’d work in the field, he would feel sick. Them when he accepted Christ, his sickness went away. Brilliant is a really amazing guy-he loves God and wants to bring the gospel to his community, to get married, and build a house of his own. He’s a graduate at Ebenezer, with huge fields and on fire for God.
He showed us the composting and the fields. The compost serves as fertilizer in most cases and as a basal layer of soil. Mulch is used to retain water and fertilize top soil. They have an experimental plot where they test different methods. They also crop rotate to sustain the land--growing maize, cabbage, tomatoes, sugar beans, potatoes (which are more costly) and onions. It’s really amazing to see their faithfulness and diligence out there.
Sam then told the story of Paul’s visit to Rome and Romans 7:1-8, which covers our relationship to the law and our marriage to Christ--good stuff! And so cool to see the guys of Crossroads get it.
We came back to the house and Kesneth (pronounced Keznet), our housekeeper in Pamula, (Author’s note: housekeepers, guards, and gardeners are common to Zim households; if you have the means to provide a job, you should, so the rule goes) made us a delicious meal, and Stephen joined us. He shared a lot about the culture--how difficult marriage is, family issues...he’s up against a lot, but the battle is God’s and he’s trusting Him to prevail.
We turned in early, only to be woken by Ginger’s screams as out bat friend scared her in the hall. (Author’s note: At the house in Pamula, a bat would routinely fly in to the house around 5:00, shoot down the hall and then back out into the living room periodically. This night, it stationed itself in Nathan’s room, and we scared it out of there, but it was hiding and flew at Ginger in the darkened house.)
Today was Africa Day, a national holiday in Zim. We headed to Ebenezer in the morning and first had discipleship with Marlene and the women of Ebenezer. Ginger and I shared our testimonies, and it turns out she, Marlene and I were all lead to Christ through children’s programs. Since all these girls are involved with Crossroads, and most of them with children’s ministry, we were able to encourage them in their work with children. We then shared favorite verses and it was so good to see their hearts and who God has been for them. Lots of stories of provision and protection.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Zimbabwe, Sixth Entries
Sixth Entries: 5-23-10
Sitting on the back deck of Pamula (said puh-moo-la, signifying “rest), our home in Kezi, the view is of ostrich, grazing and “dancing” as Sam says--their mating routine. The generator sputters in the background, allowing Sam, Molly and Marlene access to the internet. Pamula is the Cunningham’s ostrich farmhouse-and it’s beautiful. It looks out across the fields and bush of Kezi and onto beautiful mountains of granite-one looks like the other half of Half Dome. I am wanting to watch The Lion King now, since I feel like I’m living it.
The backyard at Pamula
We headed out to Kezi at 8am this morning and rolled in on roads that went from ok to bad to worse. We arrived safe and sound, and then had prayer with the Crossroad church at Ebenezer, since the tent they usually meet in was destroyed in a recent storm. Church was so lively! The Zims sing a different way than we do, with one person leading and the others repeat or follow, sometimes saying the same thing, sometimes different-it’s well worked out between the members. Lots of dancing and hand motions too. Some shared scripture. One older woman came up and testified about God lifting her heart after the death of her daughter a few weeks ago, and about receiving the ability to speak after 40 years. When she came up, she sang first, then spoke and then sang again to finish her testimony. It truly was a celebration of what the Lord had done for her, especially in a culture that instructs people to mourn for a year after someone’s death. Stephen told the story of Acts 4, bringing the story to life and then dialoging with the church. Then we prayed for a few people who needed healing, it was intense. Everyone was so happy to have us and I was so happy to be there.
After the service, Stephen told us about a few things that were important to knowing the community. There are these bones up the hill at Ebenezer, of a 16 year old girl of the village, who was raped, beaten and killed in the genocide around 1983-5. This was Mugabe’s “moment of madness,” which I referred to before, which resulted in the death of upward of 25,000 people in Matabeleland (in the south). It greatly devastated this area. When Stephen and the church entered, they wanted to bury the bones to honor the woman, and involved the village out of respect. But, the chief said several rituals have to be done since it is “something bigger than them.” After 3 years, still nothing has been done with the bones. Then, when there was no rain for months, the chief said the exposed bones prevented rain from coming. But, Stephen and the church prayed for rain and it came before the bones were collected. Praise God. Also, this weekend, Stephen and all of us prayed for a mist for the fields, which is unseasonable in this time of year. But guess what?! It came! For the past two days! Why mist, you may ask? Because people walk 10 kilometers or more to get to church, and rain would keep them from coming. :)
After eating and chatting a bit, we went to Pamula. Sam took the team to the dam, a beautiful structure that would survive an 100-year flood. It was gorgeous and has a good story behind it. Peter Cunningham had a desire to build a dam in Kezi, but most everyone thought it was a waste. He had a dream that he would meet a man to make the dam. He called an architect, and wouldn’t you know, that man had had a dream, that he would build a dam, it would be his last project. The man drew up the plans for the dam, and died 2 weeks later. The dam was built, filled within a month, despite other’s thinking it would never fill, and now there is water for the region of Kezi. After a few pictures at the dam, we returned home for a good night’s rest.
The dam at Kezi
Sitting on the back deck of Pamula (said puh-moo-la, signifying “rest), our home in Kezi, the view is of ostrich, grazing and “dancing” as Sam says--their mating routine. The generator sputters in the background, allowing Sam, Molly and Marlene access to the internet. Pamula is the Cunningham’s ostrich farmhouse-and it’s beautiful. It looks out across the fields and bush of Kezi and onto beautiful mountains of granite-one looks like the other half of Half Dome. I am wanting to watch The Lion King now, since I feel like I’m living it.
The backyard at PamulaAfter the service, Stephen told us about a few things that were important to knowing the community. There are these bones up the hill at Ebenezer, of a 16 year old girl of the village, who was raped, beaten and killed in the genocide around 1983-5. This was Mugabe’s “moment of madness,” which I referred to before, which resulted in the death of upward of 25,000 people in Matabeleland (in the south). It greatly devastated this area. When Stephen and the church entered, they wanted to bury the bones to honor the woman, and involved the village out of respect. But, the chief said several rituals have to be done since it is “something bigger than them.” After 3 years, still nothing has been done with the bones. Then, when there was no rain for months, the chief said the exposed bones prevented rain from coming. But, Stephen and the church prayed for rain and it came before the bones were collected. Praise God. Also, this weekend, Stephen and all of us prayed for a mist for the fields, which is unseasonable in this time of year. But guess what?! It came! For the past two days! Why mist, you may ask? Because people walk 10 kilometers or more to get to church, and rain would keep them from coming. :)
After eating and chatting a bit, we went to Pamula. Sam took the team to the dam, a beautiful structure that would survive an 100-year flood. It was gorgeous and has a good story behind it. Peter Cunningham had a desire to build a dam in Kezi, but most everyone thought it was a waste. He had a dream that he would meet a man to make the dam. He called an architect, and wouldn’t you know, that man had had a dream, that he would build a dam, it would be his last project. The man drew up the plans for the dam, and died 2 weeks later. The dam was built, filled within a month, despite other’s thinking it would never fill, and now there is water for the region of Kezi. After a few pictures at the dam, we returned home for a good night’s rest.
The dam at KeziZimbabwe, Fifth Entries
Fifth Entries: 5-22-10
We’re back at base camp for a night. Prayer and fasting at Antelope Park was awesome. It was so cool to see how God is working, or “on the move” in Africa, as they say here.
So, Ginger and I moved rooms last night-I went to our room to take a rest before the evening activities; then at 10 til, Sue knocked on my door and I bounded up to open it, but couldn’t! It was jammed. I had Sue and our housekeeper, Goga, push against the door while I pulled, but still nothing. Sue sent for the maintenance man, Samo, who started from the outside, taking the doorknob off, but still couldn’t get it open. So, he came to my window and had me unscrew and lift out the grate that covered my window so he could climb in. (This made quite a mess of our room.) Then, he got the other part of the doorknob plate off and got out the jammed lock, and I was set free. A bit like being in prison, haha...
So, prayer and fasting-AWESOME. Luckily, I wasn’t too late because they pushed the start time to 6 pm. We sand songs a cappella-in Shona, Ndebele and English.
And now, a brief intermission for some Zimbabwean background: There are two groups of native people in Zimbabwe, the Shona and the Ndebele. Ndebele are typically located in the Southwest of the country, and are smaller in size and power than the Shona. Shona is the more dominant group, located everywhere else in Zimbabwe. The current president, Robert Mugabe, is Shona in ethnicity, and orchestrated a genocide of Ndebele early in his rule, which he now will not apologize for, but merely terms a “moment of madness.” Nevertheless, there is some latent tension between the two groups, although God is directing some wonderful acts of reconciliation. Now, imagine the lights in the theater flashing to signal that it’s time to return to your seats for the rest of the show.
The singing was king of like a Ladysmith Black Mombazo concert- the voices were so beautiful, harmonies naturally emerged. All this interspersed with prayers asking God to speak. Scott Marques shared about enjoying our time together, but trusting one another enough to go, similar to Fenway’s “gather to scatter” theme. We also talked and prayed on receiving God’s grace anew. It was a beautiful time.
Then, Ginger and I hung out with Sue, Shelton and Carola and got to hear about how God is working in Shelton’s life; he’s figuring out why God is opening so many doors. Afterward, Ginger and I had a great talk about mission and where God wants us.
So far this trip has shown me that I love Africa, but I also have a heart for the American church and Boston. I’ve realized too that it’s hard for me to be here because it is not my home, not where I live. Boston is really my city these days-I love it there and seeing change there is really what I desire. Maybe something that connects me to the nations is in store...maybe this trip will bury seeds in my heart that will come to fruition later in my life. I realized today my joy and contentment in serving college women. I really love building strong, loving relationships with them and investing in their lives. I want to be the woman in the church that a young woman needs, to confide in, or ask the hard questions. This is certainly an interesting thought to have here in Africa. More than ever, the idea of a bakery with good friends sounds great. I’d be ready to plant myself somewhere, or to bring a NewFrontiers church to California. All of these options that once felt like being “trapped in the states” now sound appealing. Am I clinging to home/fearful of mission? or is God revealing new attitudes in and to me?
This morning, prayer and fasting continued. We heard from all the different churches and areas NewFrontiers is working in in Zim and South Africa. It was great-to hear how reliance on God can change a nation, how people are trusting God despite failed crops, to hear prayers for real faith-that believes that a “kingdom on earth as it is in heaven” is possible and, more than that, is definitely coming. There were many prophetic words-I even got one about the 4 leaders in Harare, weird. That’s the second one I’ve got since being here. I wonder what God is stirring in me.
All ended well, and we are a delicious, celebratory lunch and then hung out with Tash and Molly. Oh, and I got to know Taps and his wife, Flora, and their daughter, better over lunch-they are wonderful people. Then we departed and arrived home. A little down time now and ostrich burgers for dinner.
Off for a stay in Kezi with Molly and Stephen tomorrow!
We’re back at base camp for a night. Prayer and fasting at Antelope Park was awesome. It was so cool to see how God is working, or “on the move” in Africa, as they say here.
So, Ginger and I moved rooms last night-I went to our room to take a rest before the evening activities; then at 10 til, Sue knocked on my door and I bounded up to open it, but couldn’t! It was jammed. I had Sue and our housekeeper, Goga, push against the door while I pulled, but still nothing. Sue sent for the maintenance man, Samo, who started from the outside, taking the doorknob off, but still couldn’t get it open. So, he came to my window and had me unscrew and lift out the grate that covered my window so he could climb in. (This made quite a mess of our room.) Then, he got the other part of the doorknob plate off and got out the jammed lock, and I was set free. A bit like being in prison, haha...
So, prayer and fasting-AWESOME. Luckily, I wasn’t too late because they pushed the start time to 6 pm. We sand songs a cappella-in Shona, Ndebele and English.
And now, a brief intermission for some Zimbabwean background: There are two groups of native people in Zimbabwe, the Shona and the Ndebele. Ndebele are typically located in the Southwest of the country, and are smaller in size and power than the Shona. Shona is the more dominant group, located everywhere else in Zimbabwe. The current president, Robert Mugabe, is Shona in ethnicity, and orchestrated a genocide of Ndebele early in his rule, which he now will not apologize for, but merely terms a “moment of madness.” Nevertheless, there is some latent tension between the two groups, although God is directing some wonderful acts of reconciliation. Now, imagine the lights in the theater flashing to signal that it’s time to return to your seats for the rest of the show.
The singing was king of like a Ladysmith Black Mombazo concert- the voices were so beautiful, harmonies naturally emerged. All this interspersed with prayers asking God to speak. Scott Marques shared about enjoying our time together, but trusting one another enough to go, similar to Fenway’s “gather to scatter” theme. We also talked and prayed on receiving God’s grace anew. It was a beautiful time.
Then, Ginger and I hung out with Sue, Shelton and Carola and got to hear about how God is working in Shelton’s life; he’s figuring out why God is opening so many doors. Afterward, Ginger and I had a great talk about mission and where God wants us.
So far this trip has shown me that I love Africa, but I also have a heart for the American church and Boston. I’ve realized too that it’s hard for me to be here because it is not my home, not where I live. Boston is really my city these days-I love it there and seeing change there is really what I desire. Maybe something that connects me to the nations is in store...maybe this trip will bury seeds in my heart that will come to fruition later in my life. I realized today my joy and contentment in serving college women. I really love building strong, loving relationships with them and investing in their lives. I want to be the woman in the church that a young woman needs, to confide in, or ask the hard questions. This is certainly an interesting thought to have here in Africa. More than ever, the idea of a bakery with good friends sounds great. I’d be ready to plant myself somewhere, or to bring a NewFrontiers church to California. All of these options that once felt like being “trapped in the states” now sound appealing. Am I clinging to home/fearful of mission? or is God revealing new attitudes in and to me?
This morning, prayer and fasting continued. We heard from all the different churches and areas NewFrontiers is working in in Zim and South Africa. It was great-to hear how reliance on God can change a nation, how people are trusting God despite failed crops, to hear prayers for real faith-that believes that a “kingdom on earth as it is in heaven” is possible and, more than that, is definitely coming. There were many prophetic words-I even got one about the 4 leaders in Harare, weird. That’s the second one I’ve got since being here. I wonder what God is stirring in me.
All ended well, and we are a delicious, celebratory lunch and then hung out with Tash and Molly. Oh, and I got to know Taps and his wife, Flora, and their daughter, better over lunch-they are wonderful people. Then we departed and arrived home. A little down time now and ostrich burgers for dinner.
Off for a stay in Kezi with Molly and Stephen tomorrow!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Zimbabwe, Fourth Entries
Fourth Entries: 5-21-10
I thought Africa would be different, different smelling air, etc...So far, I feel like I’m on vacation, enjoying much luxury. Antelope Park is such a beautiful place. We’ve just moved rooms due to the prayer and fasting, and now we’re quite removed from the goings-on at main camp. It’s very serene-a good place to rest and reflect.
Lounging at Antelope Park
We had a horse ride through the bush this morning, in hopes of seeing some game. We didn’t see too much--a few impala, a kudu (author’s note: this is like a mix between a cow and a deer), a warthog (my favorite!). It was a beautiful ride. My horse, Jackson, along with Nathan’s, Jacko, were very slow. It was a nice ride, but my butt hurt after. I thought a lot about people train to ride horses in movies and how strong you must be to do it. The moment the horses actually picked up speed, I squealed and bounced all over the saddle!
Afterward, people began arriving for prayer and fasting. I met Mbonisi, a pastor in Bulawayo, an his wife Tash and their two beautiful boys. I also met Molly and her husband Stephen, who work at Ebenezer, and Taps who pastors a church in Mguza. It’s nice to finally put faces to the names I’ve heard at table-side chat with Sam, Marlene and Sue.
...
There are gorgeous birds here, that look plain black and boring, but in the sunlight are in fact navy blue, and when they spread their wings, have a bright blue and orange stripe. One just pooped, yuck. Not on me, thank goodness.
Sam said he thinks Zimbabweans are the most peace-loving people he’s ever met and Sue agreed. Despite power cuts (ie power goes out randomly) and poor political leadership, they are happy. It’s really wonderful to see God moving here and blessing Zimbabwe, building a strong, wonderful church. Molly shared that a few young men from Ebenezer have really changed and are now sold out for the Lord. So good to hear familiar phrases out of our sister’s mouth.
The housekeeper just came in. She was a beautiful, elderly black woman. Beautiful. She called me “mama.” So sweet.
Evidently, Harare can got without power for days, whereas power cuts are more predictable and occur 3 to 5 times a week, at that, in Bulawayo.
I had some good conversation today with Nathan and Greg. Oh! And we saw elephants feeding when we walked back to our room, so we snapped a few pictures.
Prayer and fasting in about an hour. Better rest up before that.
(napping commences)
I thought Africa would be different, different smelling air, etc...So far, I feel like I’m on vacation, enjoying much luxury. Antelope Park is such a beautiful place. We’ve just moved rooms due to the prayer and fasting, and now we’re quite removed from the goings-on at main camp. It’s very serene-a good place to rest and reflect.
Lounging at Antelope ParkWe had a horse ride through the bush this morning, in hopes of seeing some game. We didn’t see too much--a few impala, a kudu (author’s note: this is like a mix between a cow and a deer), a warthog (my favorite!). It was a beautiful ride. My horse, Jackson, along with Nathan’s, Jacko, were very slow. It was a nice ride, but my butt hurt after. I thought a lot about people train to ride horses in movies and how strong you must be to do it. The moment the horses actually picked up speed, I squealed and bounced all over the saddle!
Afterward, people began arriving for prayer and fasting. I met Mbonisi, a pastor in Bulawayo, an his wife Tash and their two beautiful boys. I also met Molly and her husband Stephen, who work at Ebenezer, and Taps who pastors a church in Mguza. It’s nice to finally put faces to the names I’ve heard at table-side chat with Sam, Marlene and Sue.
...
There are gorgeous birds here, that look plain black and boring, but in the sunlight are in fact navy blue, and when they spread their wings, have a bright blue and orange stripe. One just pooped, yuck. Not on me, thank goodness.
Sam said he thinks Zimbabweans are the most peace-loving people he’s ever met and Sue agreed. Despite power cuts (ie power goes out randomly) and poor political leadership, they are happy. It’s really wonderful to see God moving here and blessing Zimbabwe, building a strong, wonderful church. Molly shared that a few young men from Ebenezer have really changed and are now sold out for the Lord. So good to hear familiar phrases out of our sister’s mouth.
The housekeeper just came in. She was a beautiful, elderly black woman. Beautiful. She called me “mama.” So sweet.
Evidently, Harare can got without power for days, whereas power cuts are more predictable and occur 3 to 5 times a week, at that, in Bulawayo.
I had some good conversation today with Nathan and Greg. Oh! And we saw elephants feeding when we walked back to our room, so we snapped a few pictures.
Prayer and fasting in about an hour. Better rest up before that.
(napping commences)
Zimbabwe, Third Entries
Third Entries: 5-20-10
Good morning! Had a good sleep last night- again, in a bed. The mission house is so beautiful. I’m sitting under a thatch-roof hut that sits in the middle of the grounds. It’s cool and windy today and I’m still feeling a bit under the weather (Author’s note: I contracted a cold the day I left).
Mission House in Bulawayo
We go to Antelope Park today, for some good time with wildlife. Hopefully its a bit warmer there so we can spend time outside.
It smells different here- a faint scent of burning, or of that which was once burned. Is this the life for me? This is the though I contemplate. Have I become so Americanized? So used to Boston living this this doesn’t jive with me? Am I forcing it? This is my first experience really living abroad. I know I fear making mistakes, and that learning a new culture, a different way of life is filled with mistakes. I’m already noticing my shortcomings, failing to choose the less-good food, eating seconds, taking the good chair--are these emanations of selfishness? My need for comfort? I am displeased with myself, but I also think I’m being too critical...
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We arrived at Antelope Park! Our drive was pleasant--”the girls’ car” with Sue-an English woman who moved here from South Africa. She’s really sweet and wonderful. I got to know Marlene a bit better.
At the park, we met our guide, Evans. He’s a tall Zimbabwean who is soft spoken, but hilarious. Can’t wait to go on some adventures with him. We hung out a bit on the veranda, which was breathtaking. The sky here is so blue due to lack of pollution and the clouds billow and pile and roll in like cotton mounds. Just lovely. After getting our rooms, Nathan, Ginger and I went to walk with the lions! We hopped in the back of a buggy-jeep and drove out into the bush to a caged area where two 16 moth old lions, Meggie and Thulani, were kept. They came out and we walked with them, pet them, took pictures, held them by the tail. It was unbelievable. They were only two months from being trained to hunt as they would in the wild. It was just nuts!
My new lion friend
Then, we came back and Ginger and i got tea, took some sunset pictures, then visited with Sam and Marlene before Sam and Greg left for what is termed the “night encounter,” where the lions hunt and kill. While they were away, we had dinner and played Five Crowns, a really fun card game (Post-trip note: this game would fill a lot of our down time during the trip). After that was over, Sam and Greg still weren’t back. Ginger and I went out to a lonely firepit and chatted with some park guards, talking about travel and climate and our countries. They fetched more wood for us and then left us to listen to all the sounds of the night under a star and moonlit sky. It was so quiet--you could hear the fire burning, the lions roaring, birds chirping, plops in the water...all under a glorious African sky. I can’t believe I’m here.
I struggle with wanting to go back home immediately, anxious about the next days here and how they’ll pass, or wanting to stay forever. What does this mean?
Good morning! Had a good sleep last night- again, in a bed. The mission house is so beautiful. I’m sitting under a thatch-roof hut that sits in the middle of the grounds. It’s cool and windy today and I’m still feeling a bit under the weather (Author’s note: I contracted a cold the day I left).
Mission House in BulawayoWe go to Antelope Park today, for some good time with wildlife. Hopefully its a bit warmer there so we can spend time outside.
It smells different here- a faint scent of burning, or of that which was once burned. Is this the life for me? This is the though I contemplate. Have I become so Americanized? So used to Boston living this this doesn’t jive with me? Am I forcing it? This is my first experience really living abroad. I know I fear making mistakes, and that learning a new culture, a different way of life is filled with mistakes. I’m already noticing my shortcomings, failing to choose the less-good food, eating seconds, taking the good chair--are these emanations of selfishness? My need for comfort? I am displeased with myself, but I also think I’m being too critical...
...
We arrived at Antelope Park! Our drive was pleasant--”the girls’ car” with Sue-an English woman who moved here from South Africa. She’s really sweet and wonderful. I got to know Marlene a bit better.
At the park, we met our guide, Evans. He’s a tall Zimbabwean who is soft spoken, but hilarious. Can’t wait to go on some adventures with him. We hung out a bit on the veranda, which was breathtaking. The sky here is so blue due to lack of pollution and the clouds billow and pile and roll in like cotton mounds. Just lovely. After getting our rooms, Nathan, Ginger and I went to walk with the lions! We hopped in the back of a buggy-jeep and drove out into the bush to a caged area where two 16 moth old lions, Meggie and Thulani, were kept. They came out and we walked with them, pet them, took pictures, held them by the tail. It was unbelievable. They were only two months from being trained to hunt as they would in the wild. It was just nuts!
My new lion friendThen, we came back and Ginger and i got tea, took some sunset pictures, then visited with Sam and Marlene before Sam and Greg left for what is termed the “night encounter,” where the lions hunt and kill. While they were away, we had dinner and played Five Crowns, a really fun card game (Post-trip note: this game would fill a lot of our down time during the trip). After that was over, Sam and Greg still weren’t back. Ginger and I went out to a lonely firepit and chatted with some park guards, talking about travel and climate and our countries. They fetched more wood for us and then left us to listen to all the sounds of the night under a star and moonlit sky. It was so quiet--you could hear the fire burning, the lions roaring, birds chirping, plops in the water...all under a glorious African sky. I can’t believe I’m here.
I struggle with wanting to go back home immediately, anxious about the next days here and how they’ll pass, or wanting to stay forever. What does this mean?
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Zimbabwe, Second Entries
Second Entries: 5-19-10
Arrived last night in South Africa about 9:10pm. I finally have stamps in my passport! After a somewhat stressful search for my ride and team, I found them. It was nerve-racking, walking around as a single white woman, looking lost, cabbies left and right offering rides. Nevertheless, I met up with Tim, our host, and Greg, one of my teammates. Time was really cool, impressed with my good packing job, and drove us to his house to stay the night. To be honest, it almost felt like California-a background with a playhouse and a trampoline, we watched Patch Adams while drinking Rooibos tea, chatting a bit. So, now, introducing the team...
Greg: a dad with 19 year old daughter on the year team in South Africa. He’s very kind, dad like and from Missouri. He and his wife started an appliance maintenance business and now they have funds to send and go, pretty cool.
Ginger: an (I’m guessing) 30 year old woman, from Oregon originially, now in St.Lous, did a year team in 1999, would like to live abroad, seems like a fun lady!
Nathan: a 26 year old, married with a new baby, enjoys coffee and talking...a very nice guy.
Everyone at this point is still in the “feeling each other out” stage, well, except for Greg--he seems really at ease, which is a comfort to me.
We had a nice breakfast and chat with Tim’s wife, Lindsey. Then, off to the airport. Nathan was on an earlier flight than the rest of us, so we all hung out at a cafe. Got through security and then took a bus to the plane. People are so friendly here, talking to you like they’ve known you for years. I just got this good treatment for an older woman with the calmest voice.
Then, we got dropped off at the tiniest plane, an MA 60. It’s pretty weathered and loud, but we’re in the air on the way to Zim.
...
Well, I’m now in Zim. The flight was weird, I’ll call it vintage. Sam picked us up-he’s very kind, I really like him. He really loves the Lord and serving Him in a practical way. He makes missioneering real for me, not something far off and unattainable.
The guys that gave us our visas were sweethearts--a bit embarrassed by their meager airport, ie a series of three corrugated steel barns. But, the real deal is being redone, hopefully “if they keep their word,” by the end of the year. A young man checked my bag named Providence-a coincidence? I think not...
After Sam picked us up, we went on a long drive to the house that will serve as our base. It’s beautiful. The grounds are gorgeous-well kept by the caretakers, Anderson and sheila. Same introduced us to his wife, who is the sweetest, most softly spoken woman. She reminds me of a younger version of my grandma. We chatted for a long time about customs and schedules. Here's the basic outline of the trip:
We met our guides for the week, a wonderful couple named Sam and Marlene Poe and had a great dinner, prayed a bit and got the basic outline of the trip. Here goes:
Wednesday: Arrive
Thursday: Go to Antelope Park.
Friday: Morning-Antelope Park
Afternoon-Prayer and Fasting to begin at 4:30
Saturday: Prayer and Fasting (12pm)
Afternoon-Return to Bulawayo Mission House
Sunday: Got to Kezi for the Crossroads Church service
Monday: Tour Ebenezer
Tuesday: More time in Kezi
Return to Bulawayo in the Afternoon
Wednesday: Leave to Mashonaland
Stay night in Harare
Thursday: Travel to Dotitto for Chronological Bible Storying (CBS) Training
Friday: Finish CBS training
Return to Harare
Saturday: CBS Training in Peri-Urban Areas
Sunday: Church service in Harare at Westgate
Drive back to Bulawayo Mission House and Pack Up
Monday: Fly to South Africa
Tuesday: Fly from South Africa to Atlanta (night)
Wednesday: Fly from Atlanta to Boston
And here's a map so you have a visual clue of whereall I went...
Then we have a delicious dinner of native foods-a salad of cucumber, tomato, and cabbage, beef and onions in a sweet curry sauce, and what Zimbabweans call “sweet potatoes”-a white potato with a delightfully subtle sweetness to it. Delish! Then tea and cookies for dessert. A good night.
On the flipside, I’m not quite sure why I’m here. I guess I’m a bit disappointed. I feel like I don’t have the answers that people want from me, I’m unimpressive...maybe this is God working on my people-pleasing and showing me that faith is not found in people’s approval, but in Him...
Headed to Antelope Park tomorrow. Maybe I’ll walk with the lions?! (Post-trip remark: I did.)
“But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.” Acts 1:8
Arrived last night in South Africa about 9:10pm. I finally have stamps in my passport! After a somewhat stressful search for my ride and team, I found them. It was nerve-racking, walking around as a single white woman, looking lost, cabbies left and right offering rides. Nevertheless, I met up with Tim, our host, and Greg, one of my teammates. Time was really cool, impressed with my good packing job, and drove us to his house to stay the night. To be honest, it almost felt like California-a background with a playhouse and a trampoline, we watched Patch Adams while drinking Rooibos tea, chatting a bit. So, now, introducing the team...
Greg: a dad with 19 year old daughter on the year team in South Africa. He’s very kind, dad like and from Missouri. He and his wife started an appliance maintenance business and now they have funds to send and go, pretty cool.
Ginger: an (I’m guessing) 30 year old woman, from Oregon originially, now in St.Lous, did a year team in 1999, would like to live abroad, seems like a fun lady!
Nathan: a 26 year old, married with a new baby, enjoys coffee and talking...a very nice guy.
Everyone at this point is still in the “feeling each other out” stage, well, except for Greg--he seems really at ease, which is a comfort to me.
We had a nice breakfast and chat with Tim’s wife, Lindsey. Then, off to the airport. Nathan was on an earlier flight than the rest of us, so we all hung out at a cafe. Got through security and then took a bus to the plane. People are so friendly here, talking to you like they’ve known you for years. I just got this good treatment for an older woman with the calmest voice.
Then, we got dropped off at the tiniest plane, an MA 60. It’s pretty weathered and loud, but we’re in the air on the way to Zim.
...
Well, I’m now in Zim. The flight was weird, I’ll call it vintage. Sam picked us up-he’s very kind, I really like him. He really loves the Lord and serving Him in a practical way. He makes missioneering real for me, not something far off and unattainable.
The guys that gave us our visas were sweethearts--a bit embarrassed by their meager airport, ie a series of three corrugated steel barns. But, the real deal is being redone, hopefully “if they keep their word,” by the end of the year. A young man checked my bag named Providence-a coincidence? I think not...
After Sam picked us up, we went on a long drive to the house that will serve as our base. It’s beautiful. The grounds are gorgeous-well kept by the caretakers, Anderson and sheila. Same introduced us to his wife, who is the sweetest, most softly spoken woman. She reminds me of a younger version of my grandma. We chatted for a long time about customs and schedules. Here's the basic outline of the trip:
We met our guides for the week, a wonderful couple named Sam and Marlene Poe and had a great dinner, prayed a bit and got the basic outline of the trip. Here goes:
Wednesday: Arrive
Thursday: Go to Antelope Park.
Friday: Morning-Antelope Park
Afternoon-Prayer and Fasting to begin at 4:30
Saturday: Prayer and Fasting (12pm)
Afternoon-Return to Bulawayo Mission House
Sunday: Got to Kezi for the Crossroads Church service
Monday: Tour Ebenezer
Tuesday: More time in Kezi
Return to Bulawayo in the Afternoon
Wednesday: Leave to Mashonaland
Stay night in Harare
Thursday: Travel to Dotitto for Chronological Bible Storying (CBS) Training
Friday: Finish CBS training
Return to Harare
Saturday: CBS Training in Peri-Urban Areas
Sunday: Church service in Harare at Westgate
Drive back to Bulawayo Mission House and Pack Up
Monday: Fly to South Africa
Tuesday: Fly from South Africa to Atlanta (night)
Wednesday: Fly from Atlanta to Boston
And here's a map so you have a visual clue of whereall I went...
Then we have a delicious dinner of native foods-a salad of cucumber, tomato, and cabbage, beef and onions in a sweet curry sauce, and what Zimbabweans call “sweet potatoes”-a white potato with a delightfully subtle sweetness to it. Delish! Then tea and cookies for dessert. A good night.
On the flipside, I’m not quite sure why I’m here. I guess I’m a bit disappointed. I feel like I don’t have the answers that people want from me, I’m unimpressive...maybe this is God working on my people-pleasing and showing me that faith is not found in people’s approval, but in Him...
Headed to Antelope Park tomorrow. Maybe I’ll walk with the lions?! (Post-trip remark: I did.)
“But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.” Acts 1:8
Zimbabwe, First Entries
Hello all. Three months after the fact, I'm finally getting to sort through my journal covering my time in Zimbabwe...so, over the next week, I'll be posting the summaries, reflections, and ruminations from the amazing trip I had in Zimbabwe. I've edited a bit for interest and grammar, but this is mostly everything I wrote during my time there. So, without further ado, enjoy...
First Entries: 5-18-10
Well, I made the first leg. I’m currently sitting in Amsterdam’s Schiphol (pronounced Skip-Hole) airport awaiting my flight to Johannesburg, South Africa. The first flight was pretty painless for being 6 hours and 43 minutes - I was able to sleep through most of it - so I’m pretty much adjusted to Zimbabwe time now - same as Amsterdam time. It’s about 9am here, an hour and a half til take off.
God blessed me with a great row buddy for my flight - Cynthia from Vermont, a gardener turning nurse, who classifies herself as “always random, never sketchy,” and, cherry on top, Christian! She prayed for me before we landed. She hadn’t flown in 8 years - she had been all over the world, but never much liked the flying. She was headed to Rome to visit her best friend whom she hadn’t seen in decades. I held her hand during both takeoff and landing and she tugged my sweater back across me when it fell while I was sleeping (“the mom instinct,” according to Cynthia). And get this, she has a friend in Zimbabwe, who has a game park by Bulawayo--perhaps the one we’re visiting. (Post-trip remark: this was not the game park we visited.)
The Amsterdam airport is a bit like being in a giant IKEA. Everything is very sleek and modern. The signs are golden IKEA yellow, nearly everything that can be automated is--mini-victory--I successfully exchanged USD for Euros and got Starbucks for breakfast--just like home! It’s those little familiarities that have helped so far. .
Getting on the plane was a bit nuts. I was in line to go through the gate, and then they had to check my passport because I’d checked in online. After a successful passport check and descent down the loading tunnel, I realized I was missing my sweater--kind of a big deal when its the only one you brought for two and a half weeks. I got it back, after being questioned by 3 people. Then on the plane and all good.
On the plane in Amsterdam...definitely getting the international flavor--the older Spanish gentlemen seated by me, the old friends at Starbucks chatting in Dutch as one points out the schmutz on the other’s face. Beauty in simple things, not lost in translation.
Weird covers of current songs are playing on the airplane, like Kings of Leon “Use Somebody” sung much slower, just voice and piano, by a girl. Bizarre.
I’m still not really in a “God-place”--it’s been awhile since I’ve spent real time with Him apart from church. I think today on the plane will provide a lot of opportunity. I don’t really know what God has in store for me. But I pray He speaks, directs me and helps me discern.
Before I went through security at Boston, Katie and I prayed and she told me about a man who was a missionary to the US from Rwanda. He said, “I never worry about getting there, because God called me to that place. It’s the getting back that I worry about.” Needless to day, that helped me relax a bit, and it was a sweet moment with Katie.
Now, on to 10 hours and 43 minutes in the air...let’s hope I can stay awake.
Reflection on plane, whilst an hour outside of South Africa:
I’m excited to pray and hear God speak to us and the people we meet. No doubt, I’m a bit nervous and scared, but I know God’s got me in His hand-safe and empowered by the Spirit. I have to try in order to learn. Shortcomings are okay, God covers and uses them.
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First Entries: 5-18-10
Well, I made the first leg. I’m currently sitting in Amsterdam’s Schiphol (pronounced Skip-Hole) airport awaiting my flight to Johannesburg, South Africa. The first flight was pretty painless for being 6 hours and 43 minutes - I was able to sleep through most of it - so I’m pretty much adjusted to Zimbabwe time now - same as Amsterdam time. It’s about 9am here, an hour and a half til take off.
God blessed me with a great row buddy for my flight - Cynthia from Vermont, a gardener turning nurse, who classifies herself as “always random, never sketchy,” and, cherry on top, Christian! She prayed for me before we landed. She hadn’t flown in 8 years - she had been all over the world, but never much liked the flying. She was headed to Rome to visit her best friend whom she hadn’t seen in decades. I held her hand during both takeoff and landing and she tugged my sweater back across me when it fell while I was sleeping (“the mom instinct,” according to Cynthia). And get this, she has a friend in Zimbabwe, who has a game park by Bulawayo--perhaps the one we’re visiting. (Post-trip remark: this was not the game park we visited.)
The Amsterdam airport is a bit like being in a giant IKEA. Everything is very sleek and modern. The signs are golden IKEA yellow, nearly everything that can be automated is--mini-victory--I successfully exchanged USD for Euros and got Starbucks for breakfast--just like home! It’s those little familiarities that have helped so far. .
Getting on the plane was a bit nuts. I was in line to go through the gate, and then they had to check my passport because I’d checked in online. After a successful passport check and descent down the loading tunnel, I realized I was missing my sweater--kind of a big deal when its the only one you brought for two and a half weeks. I got it back, after being questioned by 3 people. Then on the plane and all good.
On the plane in Amsterdam...definitely getting the international flavor--the older Spanish gentlemen seated by me, the old friends at Starbucks chatting in Dutch as one points out the schmutz on the other’s face. Beauty in simple things, not lost in translation.
Weird covers of current songs are playing on the airplane, like Kings of Leon “Use Somebody” sung much slower, just voice and piano, by a girl. Bizarre.
I’m still not really in a “God-place”--it’s been awhile since I’ve spent real time with Him apart from church. I think today on the plane will provide a lot of opportunity. I don’t really know what God has in store for me. But I pray He speaks, directs me and helps me discern.
Before I went through security at Boston, Katie and I prayed and she told me about a man who was a missionary to the US from Rwanda. He said, “I never worry about getting there, because God called me to that place. It’s the getting back that I worry about.” Needless to day, that helped me relax a bit, and it was a sweet moment with Katie.
Now, on to 10 hours and 43 minutes in the air...let’s hope I can stay awake.
Reflection on plane, whilst an hour outside of South Africa:
I’m excited to pray and hear God speak to us and the people we meet. No doubt, I’m a bit nervous and scared, but I know God’s got me in His hand-safe and empowered by the Spirit. I have to try in order to learn. Shortcomings are okay, God covers and uses them.
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