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Parents Brought Their Children to John Hartfield’s Lynching

One night we talked with our kids about the Roman Colosseum and the Christians who were ripped to shreds by wild animals in front of thousands of blood-thirsty fans.

“People still are entertained by violence,” we said. “Like with video games or Extreme Fighting.”

Thankfully, I thought, we’ve moved past that brutal time in ancient history when people were entertained by actual killing.

And then I read about John Hartfield.

On June 26, 1919, John Hartfield was lynched in Ellisville, Mississippi.

I’d known about lynchings, and was duly horrified by them, but I always just assumed that lynchings were done by small groups of wicked, racist white men.

And they were. But what I didn’t know was that lynchings often were public spectacles. John Hartfield was one of them.

John Hartfield had the unfortunate crime of falling in love with a white woman. It didn’t matter that it was mutual. And for that, the people of Ellisville, Mississippi decided he should die.

But this was no spontaneous outburst of violent anger. No, this lynching was planned in advance. This article from New York Times says, “The front page of The Jackson Daily News announced that Mr. Hartfield would be lynched at 5 p.m. ‘Governor Bilbo Says He Is Powerless to Prevent It,’ the headline read. ‘Thousands of People Are Flocking Into Ellisville to Attend the Event.'”

Only 1700 people lived in the town of Ellisville. However, there were at least ten thousand people who swarmed to Ellisville for the lynching. Men, women, and children. It was a party atmosphere. There were food vendors and photo postcards. 

John was strung up and then shot until his body fell apart. Some people took body parts as souvenirs.

In horrified fascination, I did a little searching to see if this was an isolated event. But no, actually, it wasn’t. One source says, “Lynchings were popular and public events, attracting thousands of celebratory, grinning onlookers. White children even “played” lynching in a game called “Salisbury.”

“Parents brought their children like they were coming to a picnic,” said Korea Strowder, now 94.“It was a big to-do, all right.” “It was very much like a spectator sport,” Angela Sims said. “Children were even dismissed from school.”

And lynchings didn’t just happen in Mississippi and Alabama, but even as far north as Missouri and Kansas.

This is our country, Americans. This is our history, from only one hundred years ago. This was sanctioned behavior in our Christian nation, founded on Christian principles. The land of the free and the home of the brave. The nation founded on the premise that all men are created equal and entitled to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. 

I’m still very grateful to be an American, as I’ve seen and experienced first-hand the privilege that it is to be a part of my nation. But maybe this story will help you understand why I’m apprehensive about the possibility of relocating my dark-skinned children to the land of my birth. Maybe it will help all of us to listen a little more carefully to our black friends and acquaintances. And maybe it will help us all to consider a little more deeply the depravity that dwells in all of our hearts.

Medina Life, August to November 2018

Lily’s Broken Tooth

She’s smiling here, but she sure wasn’t when it happened in August. Lily fell smack on her face, bashing in her two front teeth. The dentist was able to push them back into place, and we’ll find out in January whether they will need root canals. For now, she’s sporting the chipped-tooth look.


Grace is a Beast in Basketball and Soccer

Grace continued her participation on HOPAC’s Jr. NBA basketball team, living up to her nickname as “Mini-Beast” on the court. She is a force to be reckoned with!
Grace (as a 7th grader) was bumped up to the U15 (like JV) team. Her team won the league tournament yesterday, and she played all four games without being subbed!



Johnny Turned Seven

This is what happens when you put the icing on a cake that hasn’t cooled yet: Yes, I know it looks like it’s bleeding.


Josiah Turned Eleven

Since Josiah’s party was the day after we returned from Anja’s wedding, I ordered a cake for the first time ever. As you can see the results were much better than Johnny’s bleeding cake.
Pamoja Week at HOPAC: Color Explosion Day!

Meanwhile, Johnny Began His Taekwondo Career


And Lily Had Her First Speaking Part as the Goddess Demeter




We All Celebrated Zawadi’s Adoption

When Traditions Are Bittersweet

Mohammed’s birthday fell on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving this year, which meant we all had the day off. Usually our mission team celebrates Thanksgiving on the weekend before or after, but this year, we got to have it on Tuesday, which felt a little more authentic.

Our team has its own traditions now; we barely need to coordinate who is bringing what because we pretty much already know. Though Grace did make her first apple pie this year, which is perfect for a middle-schooler who is content to sit and peel apples for two hours (as long as “Hamilton” is playing, which felt appropriate for Thanksgiving). I think that’s the first apple pie we’ve had since “Aunt” Betty left Tanzania several years ago. 

So we met at the home of friends who have hosted Thanksgiving for the last several years, and played Wiffle ball out on the lawn while dodging toddlers making a run for it. And the whipped cream melted on contact with the balmy air and the five roasted chickens made up for the lack of turkey. 

There is comfort in sameness, like well-worn shoes. Thanksgiving in Tanzania never feels like Thanksgiving in America, because, well, Thanksgiving is American. But we’ve created our own version of it, and what might have felt like second-best many years ago has now become tradition. 

The nature of this life overseas, though, warns us against making traditions. Putting down roots is forbidden, and those who do so suffer the consequences. In the absence of our own families, we may forge family connections that are deep and strong, but we do so at our own peril. Because everyone knows, even if we try to forget, that all of this overseas life is always temporary.

The family who has hosted Thanksgiving for the last several years is most likely leaving next year. Others will not be far behind. And for the rest of us, due to circumstances beyond our control, we are all realizing that our days in Tanzania could be numbered. Next Thanksgiving, our mission might not have a team here.

The Future is a constant topic of conversation, so whispers of it flew around all day on Tuesday. We can’t ignore it, of course. But nobody mentioned that this could have been our last Thanksgiving together. As far as I know, no one even took any pictures, for probably the first time ever. It’s almost like taking pictures would have had to make us admit that everything is changing. And since our lives have been full of so many good-byes, sometimes we’d rather just pretend that they won’t happen.

Yet there is always so much sweetness with the bitter in this overseas life. And since I don’t have any pictures from our Tanzanian Thanksgiving this year, I’ll delight in the ones from years past.

This is Tanzania

This is Tanzania:

Kigamboni Beach, Dar es Salaam

During our October mid-term break from school, we visited our favorite beach for a few days with good friends.

This is also Tanzania….

Mufindi, Iringa region

Mufindi is a long way from Dar es Salaam, so it’s a place we had never visited before–but always wanted to. So when Anja, one of our favorite former students, invited us to her wedding in Mufindi, we knew we couldn’t pass up the chance to go. We all took off time from school, got on a bus for 14 hours each way, and spent three days at Mufindi Highlands Lodge.

We rode horses, played croquet and lawn tennis, ate absolutely amazing food, and enjoyed being really cold.

That’s Johnny, and yes, shortly after this picture was taken, he did fall in.
….which is why he’s naked in this picture.
Lily and lily.

And yes, Johnny did fall off his horse too. Don’t worry, he’s fine.
Those are jacaranda trees….just imagine what they look like when they are in bloom.

One of the best parts was that everyone’s favorite two-year-old quadruplets came too! (Ironically, several years previously, I had been at their parents wedding in Kenya as well.)

The day of the wedding….

This is Tanzania. How extraordinary that I get to call it home.

Wise Generosity…and Chicks for Christmas

Almost 120,000 people have read my post on Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes. That’s about 1/10 of ALL of the hits I have on ALL of my posts over ELEVEN YEARS of blogging. Good grief. I knew I would hit a nerve, but not the entire nervous system.

Many, many people have asked me, But what’s a better alternative? And I can’t tell you how incredibly humbled and encouraged I am by you. First of all, that you were willing to listen to what I (and especially our church planting friend) had to say. And second, that there are so many people out there who sincerely want to help eradicate poverty and are longing to give generously and wisely. Seriously. It’s inspiring.

So this is my attempt to answer that question. I really don’t feel like an expert at this. But there are so many of you who are listening (thank you!) that I’m going to share what I’ve learned, and then I’m going to give you an excellent example of a great cause to donate to.

When choosing how to donate to poverty-fighting charities, consider the following:

1. One-size-fits-all rarely works. One massive lesson I’ve had to learn is that cultures and worldviews are more different than I ever would have imagined. And what works in my home culture is not going to work in other places. So what sounds like a great idea in your neighborhood is not necessarily going to work in another city. And most likely not in another country. Which leads to my next point…..

2. Smaller is usually better. Not always. But often. Smaller organizations are able to concentrate more intensely and intimately on the particular needs of a particular community. Which leads to my next point…..

3. There needs to be evidence of cultural sensitivity and an attitude of learning. If you hear about the next “big, exciting, God-sized project” that sounds like it would be amazing to support, stop and ask: Where did this idea come from? How much time was spent learning about and from the local people before plans were set in motion? Is this a project that’s being done for the people or with the people? Which is why…..

4. Development is almost always better than hand-outs. Just think of that “give a man a fish/teach a man to fish” proverb. Ask: Is this project just giving people stuff? Or is it actually helping to bring about change? Occasionally, mainly during natural disasters or war, it is certainly appropriate to just give stuff. But that should be temporary and rare. Most of the time, projects should be focused on helping others improve their standard of living for themselves. Which is why….

5. Unless the charity is in your hometown, it’s almost always better to donate money rather than stuff. I know that’s disappointing, because shopping/selecting/packing stuff is a whole lot more fun and satisfying than sending money, especially for your children.***

But as good stewards of God’s resources, sending money is almost always better stewardship than sending stuff. There will always be some exceptions, but usually the only “stuff” worth sending is specialized materials that cannot be found in the receiving country. A good example could be sending specialized equipment to help children with special needs in schools and hospitals. But even in cases like this, wait for the recipient to ask for it, don’t just assume they need it.

So…..want a great example to consider supporting?

Let me introduce you to Kilimo Timilifu(Holistic Farming)… KT for short. 

KT is a Tanzanian sustainable nonprofit with a vision of sharing the love of Jesus while providing training and tools for their neighbors to elevate themselves out of extreme poverty.

KT is a farm, but it’s not just a farm. It’s not just helping the local community with what it produces, it’s helping local farmers become better farmers. KT will soon start receiving Tanzanian interns who, after completion of their internship, will be sent as self-supporting Conversation Agriculture Trainers to serve Tanzanian coastal communities in the love of Jesus.

KT was started by our very good friends, Tim and Emily. They spent over 10 years years doing community development in rural villages before starting Kilimo Timilifu. They didn’t set out to start this farm from the beginning. Instead, during those years of learning, they recognized the need and potential for this unique farm.

KT has already started a number of agricultural projects, but this Christmas, they are looking for donors for their new chicken farm, which they will use to train interns to start chicken businesses. $20 will pay for six chicks. 

This isn’t a once-size-fits-all approach to poverty alleviation in Jesus’ name. This is a very specific, very specialized, well-researched, culturally appropriate, small organization that has huge potential to make an extraordinary difference.

I encourage you to consider sponsoring some chicks for Christmas. I wholeheartedly believe it’s a great cause.

This is just one example. There are many, many, many others like KT. They’ll probably be small, probably won’t have flashy campaigns, but if you look carefully, they will stand out. If you know of one, leave their info in the comments!

***One last note here. I get that sending money just doesn’t have the same impact on kids as sending stuff. And I share your concern in wanting to help your kids develop hearts of generosity and service. So my next post is precisely about that.  

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