Confessions of a Missionary

Sometimes I miss having electricity. Surprising, I know. But on nights like tonight when it’s getting dark and the kitchen is dirty and I’m behind on dinner (and just about everything else) because I have typhoid and Andrew has a fever and the only light I have to use is a headlamp – sigh, I miss it. On nights when the simple flick of a switch could save my candle-lit dinners (and candle-lit face!) from the barrage of kamikaze praying mantises and moths, it’s hard not to wish for a little western comfort. When I’m skyping with a friend and my internet runs out in the middle of our conversation, so I plug in my dead phone to my computer to call her back but then my computer quickly runs out of battery and my phone shortly follows suit – it’s easy to miss the luxury of a wall outlet.  

Sometimes I miss having a bathroom. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a pretty laid back kind of girl who doesn't need much in the way of luxury, but every once in a while…I’d rather not have to walk out to the latrine in the middle of the night, blearily scanning for snakes with my headlamp and squat over a too-small too-square hole in the cement floor while hoping a cockroach doesn't crawl out onto my foot. I used to love the idea of using a squatty-potty full-time, I really did, but that was before my knees started to pop. Oh, and don’t even get me started on out-door basin baths in the rainy season. Polar bear swimming, anyone?

Sometimes I miss having clean feet. It may sound strange but it’s true. Coming from the world of sterile apartments, carpeted floors, and closed toed shoes more than half the year, my feet only got good and dirty when I wanted them to. But here, my huts are anything but sterile, all my floors are cement and impossible to keep clean (not to mention we don’t wear our shoes in the house) and my feet don’t even know how to fit into closed-toed shoes anymore they've been in Chacos for so long. Out here a person’s feet won’t stay clean 5 minutes after being washed. It’s like a law of the universe that only applies to Africa.

Sometimes I miss life without mosquitoes. No mosquito net on your bed, hemming you in at night, making you afraid you’ll jut out an elbow in your sleep and get gnawed on through the net. No nasty smelling mosquito spray at night to keep the thirsty buggers off your ankles. No more malaria! Sometimes I could really do without the whole, “Gee, I feel great this morning. I think today’s gonna be a great day.” Fast forward one hour to me in bed feeling terrible with a fever, backache and killer headache. The malaria strikes again! That’s not to mention typhoid (which I’m currently not enjoying) or brucelosis or tuberculosis or a whole host of other crazy illnesses this place is harboring. The whole lot of tropical diseases are just plain evil if you ask me. I’d take a gold ol’ fashioned American cold virus any day over one of these.

Sometimes I miss Colorado and the mountains and the change of seasons. I miss the family and the friends I've left behind, as well as the opportunities I've lost to be a part of their lives. I miss the privacy of western culture and the anonymity I have when I am not merely a rich white skin framed by a country black and poor. I miss being blissfully unaware that the medical treatment, medicine, food, water, transportation, housing, clothing – basic rights – that I completely take for granted are heart-breakingly out of reach for so many people in the world. Sometimes I miss the days when these people weren't coming to my house everyday asking for everything I have and they don’t, while I debate whether or not giving it to them will make them come back tomorrow for more. I miss the days when giving to the poor was simple. I could donate to a distant charity; I didn't have to deal with a real person, like an AIDs sufferer who lies about needing medical treatment just so he can get 5 bucks for booze or a friend who has a well paying job yet throws it all away to become a witch doctor. I didn't have to deal with people lying to me, cheating me, manipulating me all to get something from me.

Sometimes it’s easy for me to get discouraged on days like today, when I’m tired or sick or dealing with other people’s drama. It’s all too easy for me to miss “home” and miss the “easy life”. On these days, I have to remind myself that my life is not about my comfort, but about my Father’s kingdom. I must remember that it is not the healthy who need a doctor but the sick. My Rabbi did not come to seek and to save the found, but the lost. On days like today when my flesh balks at the discomforts and difficulties and disappointments of this life, I press all the more into my Rabbi’s words:

“If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters – yes, even his own life – he cannot be my disciple. And anyone who does not carry his cross and follow me cannot be my disciple.

“Suppose one of you wants to build a tower. Will he not first sit down and estimate the cost to see if he has enough money to complete it? For if he lays the foundation and is not able to finish it, everyone who sees it will ridicule him, saying, ‘This fellow began to build and was not able to finish.’

“Or suppose a king is about to go to war against another king. Will he not first sit down and consider whether he is able with ten thousand men to oppose the one coming against him with twenty thousand? If he is not able, he will send a delegation while the other is still a long way off and will ask for terms of peace. In the same way, any of you who does not give up everything he has cannot be my disciple.

“Salt is good, but if it loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is fit neither for the soil nor for the manure pile; it is thrown out.

“He who has ears to hear, let him hear.”

Early Stories

This is just a short blog to share a couple of the small stories that have already happened at our own house.  Even though these are small things, we’re excited to taste the first fruit of what we’ve been praying for. The first story is about a man who started coming around our place during construction. He came to me with a letter saying that he’d been shot while working in his field last March. I found out through a translator that he was looking for help to get to a hospital 2 hours to the south. He needed a doctor to look at the wound, which was in his upper leg, and apparently had never been treated. This guy crutches around everywhere and has practically no use of his right leg. I told him he had to go to the local health center to get a referral to the larger hospital and then we’d see if there was anything we could do.  After the guy left, the story got a little more interesting. According to everyone around, this man was actually shot while stealing sheep from a well known man on the other side of town. When he had gone to the local health center for treatment they wouldn’t treat him because he was shot while stealing. His partner had been put in prison and he had been allowed to go free due to the punishment he’d already received in the form of a crippled leg. After hearing all this I was swayed by the mindset of the crowd. I started thinking about how we could be helping other people who were more deserving, people who weren’t thieves. He came back around a couple of weeks later with his referral but I had already made up my mind (this thief got what he deserved and can figure out on his own how to get his leg fixed). This time however my beautiful wife was with me. Something you may or may not know about my wife is this: one of her great strengths is that in a very prophetic yet subtle way her heart beats to the same beat as the Father’s. Things that break the Father’s heart break Kerri’s heart, things that bring the Father joy bring Kerri joy, things that anger the Father anger Kerri. I’ve seen it many times. As I explained the whole back story of this guy to Kerri she had the opposite reaction as me. She pointed out that this man has very few other options. We had heard his father disowned him and it seemed as if the community had cast him out. In a culture like this one that is the worst thing that could happen to someone. Community is everything; if you’re an outcast you’re less than human and you lose any and all support networks. There’s no one to help you when you’re sick. There’s no one to help you when you’re hungry. There’s no one to help you when you’ve got a bullet in your leg and you can’t do any of the manual labor jobs to earn a meager income. As if this wasn’t enough of a reason to help, there is the example of the Author and Perfector of our Faith, who spent all of his time hanging out with the “sinners” and lost sheep. You know, that whole “it’s the sick that need a physician, not the well” thing. I saw the actions, the sin, but Kerri saw the man, the creation, the lost sheep the Father dearly wants to come home. As Kerri voiced her thoughts I instantly knew she had it right.

 Fast forward, now, to save time. We had him listen to all of the Gospel of Mathew in Karimojong and also took him to the hospital he needed. On the way to the hospital he said he had enjoyed listening to the Words of God; he felt he had been living the wrong way and wants to follow Jesus. We’re going to start going to his house once a week to discuss this fully and while it’s not yet clear if this is just what he thinks we want to hear or truly from his heart it’s very exciting none the less. Be praying that this guy and all of his neighbors accept Jesus and we see a move of God spring up in Narikapet (his neighborhood).

The other story is about one of the young men who lives on the same property as us. His name is Ampellio and he is the first person who has come to us asking for a bible. This happens to Kenneth and Kristi quite a bit but it’s cool to have our first. We told him we would give him one if he would memorize Psalm 1. This way we can know he is serious and not just looking for something free. He seemed intimidated by memorizing a whole Psalm because the idea of memorizing scripture is completely foreign here but he was also very excited to give it a try. He went to his home in the North for Christmas so we’ll see when he gets back if he’s managed it or not.

Like I said, these are small things but to us it’s exciting to see what God is doing in people’s hearts and even more exciting that he lets us be a part of it. As a wise old man named Lee once said, hopefully we will continue to have fresh stories of what God is doing around us.

-Andrew

New House Pictures, Woohoo

Greetings from our new home in Kotido!

We moved in about 3 weeks ago and we've really been enjoying it. It may be a little late for a Thanksgiving blog but it truly has been a month of blessings and we're very thankful. The first being the house followed by a motorbike and a new car! (That should be read like the announcer from "The Price Is Right"). To top it all off, in the last six months we've been given enough money to pay for all of those things, Praise God. Obviously we don't want to glorify our material possessions but we do want to glorify our Father in heaven who has abundantly provided for us. So without further ado, here are some pictures.

 Our Bedroom

 Our Kitchen/Sitting Room

Our Entire House (you can even see our latrine on the left of the Bedroom behind that kid standing there)

 Sitting Room looking into the Kitchen

 Inside the Kitchen

Also inside the Kitchen

 The Workshop on the front of the property we live on

This is our kitchen table on the evening of our Christmas dinner, hence the candles

(I know it's not technically Christmas yet, but this was the only time Kerri and I could celebrate with just us, next week we're celebrating with the Williams)

Kerri washing laundry as I type this blog.

Our new ride. It's a 1978 Landcruiser bj40 with only 60,000 km for those who care. For those who don't, just know it's a very strong vehicle that can stand up to our ridiculous roads. There's even a winch.

So that's all for now, we love you all, and miss you very much.

Andrew

Snakes, Succoth, and Swimming Pools

The last few months have been elelabun! We have been very busy babysitting, story-telling, hiking, meeting new friends, killing spiders and snakes, and celebrating. Our days have been full.

In the middle of September, my sister Kristi and her husband Kenneth took a long-awaited anniversary trip to Zanzibar while Andrew, myself, and our two short-term girls watched all seven of their children. Let me tell you, it was a long week! J But we survived and more importantly all the kids survived and we finished up the week by meeting Kristi and Kenneth at a friend’s house in Soroti for swimming (in a real pool!) and fellowship. Thank you to the Dwires for your hospitality!

While Kristi and Kenneth were gone, Andrew had the chance to share some Bible stories in the village. We continue to be encouraged by the way God is opening people’s ears to His Word and what it means to follow Him. We look forward to the doors God will open in more villages this dry season as we have easier access to new places.

The beginning of the dry season is bringing lots of snakes and spiders out of the woodwork. We have already killed 5 snakes in the last month (I killed my first just a few nights ago!) and at least one more got away. I also killed my first camel spider the other night. Suffice it to say, I’m ready to move to Kotido where it’s dry and hot and not snake paradise!

We just finished celebrating the week-long festival of Succoth (check out Leviticus 23:33-43 for more info). It was a great week of celebrating God’s provision and all that He’s done for us. We had a good time feasting, worshipping, and fellowshipping together and we enjoyed having a couple visitors from Jinja join us at the end.

Now we are turning our attention back to finishing our huts, which will hopefully be completed by the end of this month. To sign off, here are some pictures of the progress:

This will be our cooking/sitting hut.

Here's our future bedroom.

This is the property we'll be living on.

Gouda Times

There is nothing like being woken up at 4am by the crack of a gunshot nearby your hut to remind you that you're living in Karamoja. Fortunately, it was just some soldiers scaring off a hyena or two. No big deal. :)

Life is fairly uneventful right now, other than the tremendous amount of rain we've been getting. Today it felt as if a hurricane passed by the house. Rain was even coming in through the cracks in the windows. Last week we tried to drive into Kotido only to be stopped short by a very swollen river. We had to turn around and attempt the trip the next day. After several days of rain and no way to get to Kotido, we were living off of just beans and rice and maize porridge. Thankfully, that's what we eat every day, so we had plenty on hand! I must say, with the roads the way they are around here, I am very thankful God made four-wheel drive.


Two weeks ago we enjoyed having a mission team visit from Louisiana. They worked all week building a literacy center on Kristi and Kenneth's property for training villagers to read the Bible. Andrew and I even got to try our hand at laying some brick. I have to admit the little bit that I helped with was pretty fun! I think Andrew was inspired by the experience as well because he's now planning to build our very own huts in Kotido. We've found a friend of Kenneth's in Kotido who is willing to let us build our huts on his property. He already has a tap for water on his property and a security fence (and enough room for chickens and a garden!), so it saves us a lot of hassle. We've crunched the numbers and we should be able to build two nice stone huts (one for sleeping and one for cooking) for less than the total cost of renting a place in town for the next 2-3 years. Now all we have to do is learn how to build! Should be easy enough, right? :)


We took the team down to Kampala to catch their flight back to the states and on the way back, we stayed the night at a Dutch man's dairy farm. He served us fresh milk and Gouda with breakfast and it was soooo nice! I found out from him that I can get everything I need for cheese making in Kampala. What an exciting discovery! Now I just need to figure out how to build a root cellar for aging my cheese. Anyone want to send me some good plans?


In other news, Mary had her little lamb in under 10 minutes. I'm pretty sure that's some kind of record in the lambing world. Her name is Clara Bell and she is very cute. 


Also this past week I've enjoyed discovering gluten-free grains growing in our yard. Apparently, amaranth grows wild here. Exciting! We also tasted my first attempt at home-made kombucha and I'd call it a success except for Kristi's allergic reaction to it. Needless to say, I now have to figure out how to drink a half gallon of it all by myself before the next batch is ready. 


All in all, it's been a fun few weeks. 
-Kerri

Kacheri

We made it to beautiful Kacheri exactly two weeks ago. We've been enjoying lots of rain and cool weather, as well as the beautiful view from the hill next to Kenneth and Kristi's house.

 Kenneth and Kristi's compound/ burgeoning farm where we are staying 

until we find a place to rent in Kotido.

Our lovely hut/home for the next couple weeks.

The temperature is so cool inside our hut that we are thinking about

eventually building our own in Kotido. 

 

Meet Mary, one of our newest farm members. She's about to give birth and we're all 

very excited to have a new baby sheep around!

All in all, we've been enjoying our time in Kacheri. We're still on the hunt for a place to live in Kotido, but we will hopefully be moving there in the next couple weeks.

Boarding

Today is the day. We are about to board our flight beginning our 27 hour journey to Uganda. It's been a whirlwind of a month and we're kind of speechless. Thank you soooo much to all our family and friends for being there for us and we will dearly miss seeing you all in person. We'll be in Kampala for a couple of days before finishing our journey to Kotido via a 14 hour landcruiser ride, Lord willing. Our hearts and prayers will remain with our Colorado friends. We are praying for your safety as the fires continue. Alright, gotta board.

-Andrew