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Missionaries are supposed to suffer….So am I allowed to buy an air conditioner?

It was a very exciting email.  The editor of A Life Overseas had contacted me, asking me to be a monthly contributor to their missions website.  I had previously had two guest posts published on this site, but I didn’t see myself as an equal to the other writers, many of whom have published books.  So it was indeed an honor to be asked.  And now my name is there–listed with all those other wonderful missions writers.

So, of course, I’ll be sharing my “A Life Overseas” posts with you, my favorite readers, since it is your encouragement that keeps me writing.  The posts for this site are aimed at overseas Christian workers, but there’s often a lot there for anyone.  So….[drum roll]….Presenting my first official post as a monthly contributor to “A Life Overseas!”

Missionaries are supposed to suffer….So am I allowed to buy an air conditioner? 

“When you’re standing there on the center of that church stage, surrounded by hundreds of people praying for you, plane tickets in hand, earthly possessions packed into bags exactly 49.9 pounds each, you feel ready to suffer.  Yes!  I am ready to abandon it all!


And then you arrive in your long-awaited country and you realize that in order to host the youth group, you’re going to need a big living room.  And in order to get the translation work done, you need electricity, which means you need a generator.  And in order to learn the language, you’ll need to hire someone to wash your dishes and help with childcare.

Suddenly, you find yourself living in a bigger house than you lived in your home country, but you are ashamed to put pictures of it on Facebook.  You don’t want to admit to your supporters that you spent $1000 on a generator, and heaven forbid people find out that you aren’t doing your own ironing.

Apparently, if you suffer more, you are a better missionary.  Or more godly.  Probably both.”

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Medina Life, March through June

This term in 4th grade, Grace learned about ancient Greece.
Grade 4 on Greek Day
Josiah’s 2nd grade assembly performing “You Make Me Brave”…and we all cried.

These boys….they adore each other!  (Okay, 95% of the time, but that’s pretty good.)
Lily’s first grade class learned about the Masai this term.

Lily competing in the Bible verse celebration.
Me at the Haven of Peace Academy Board retreat.  Did I ever tell you I’m on the HOPAC board?  Well, I am.  It takes up a good chunk of time, and it’s really important, but doesn’t exactly generate exciting blog posts.  Or exciting blog pictures, for that matter.  
My little Narnian frozen statue.  Grace was thrilled to be a part of “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe” last month.
Preparing for the great battle against the White Witch.
Running:  The Medina kids all ran this term!  Grace and Josiah both were on the track team, they both ran the 5K and participated in school track days and an inter-school meet.  Lily ran on sports day, and Johnny joined her for the 1K.  We’ve got runners in this family!

Grace was pretty excited about the water station during the 5K.
Josiah, of course, blew us all away.   He’s got a big ol’ collection of ribbons now.  
Delicia Roberson, the beloved music teacher of all my kids, got married.  She had one of the most fun weddings I’ve ever attended, and it was so special that my girls got to be there too.

The HOPAC community at Delicia’s wedding…we kind of took over!
Tag rugby.  Someone needs to come over here and teach my son how to play football so he can try to be American.  
Sports Day.  Go Green House! 

HOPAC graduation:  I got to be an “auntie” in this girl’s life the last few years.  
Last Thursday, on HOPAC’s last day of school.  
Our awesome teammates (and friends), Mark and Alyssa, just left for a six-month home assignment.  We are on our own in the training program until they get back.  We will sure miss them!

Many thanks to Abi Snyder and Rebecca Laarman, who took a lot of these pictures.  

Finding Church (and Laughter)

I’m pretty sure that in heaven some day, all the northern hemisphere folks are going to watch the Tanzanians worship God and they’ll say,

“Shoot, why were our Sundays so boring all those years?”

(If you’re reading in a feed, you’ll have to click to the blog to see this video.)

You know you’re in for some movement when your worship leader starts off by saying, “Okay everybody, make sure you spread out and have room for dancing.”

And this particular church?  Presbyterian, people.  Not even Pentecostal.  When in a sub-Saharan African church, you dance.  Dance or go home.

The dancing is my favorite part of church here.  But other than that, church has been a struggle sometimes.  We spent 10 years at international churches during our years at HOPAC.  But now that our ministry is to the Tanzanian church, we’ve felt compelled to be a part of it on Sundays.  Which means attending church where Gil and I are often the only white folks (or rather, I am the only white person, since Gil is a nice shade of brown).  We are different in color, in culture, in language.  We stick out like sore thumbs.

It doesn’t help that in our effort to network with different pastors, that means we visit lots of different churches.  So it’s taken a long time to really feel connected anywhere.

Which makes me particularly thankful for this group.

A number of months ago, we joined the small group from our church that meets in our area of the city.  We are the only non-Africans in the group.  They’ve been meeting together for a long time, and we are the outsiders.  But they have welcomed us with open arms; they have invited us into their lives and cultures.

Last weekend they planned a special dinner for couples with the purpose of strengthening marriage, and they invited us to help.  It was one of those evenings with good conversation and even better laughter.

Laughter, I think, is one of those absolute necessities to fellowship.  We are privileged indeed.

Sometimes It Feels Like Everyone Is Leaving

When you say yes to being a missionary, you sign on to a life of saying goodbye.  But not always in ways you expect.

You expect to say goodbye to your old life.  To all your friends, your church, every person in your family.  But what you might not realize is that once you get to your new home, you’d better get used to saying goodbye there too.

In an age where an year seems like a Really Long Time to live overseas, it’s rare to find those who stay three years,  Or five.  Or twenty.  Of course, I’m not minimizing the contribution of those who stay a short time, because we need those people too.

Many, many people have come and gone from our mission team since we arrived in 2001.  But there have always been the ones who stayed; the fixtures, the ones who were here before us and never left.

But now, this month, they are leaving too.

Steve and Carol Lyons opened this field for ReachGlobal.  In many ways, none of the rest of our team would be here if it wasn’t for them.  Betty Carlson joined them shortly after.  All three worked here 20 years, but before that, they spent a whole other lifetime in Congo.  They speak a bazillion languages (okay, just five, but that’s almost like a bazillion).  They have been the grandparents and auntie of our team since the beginning.

Josiah and “Babu Simba,” 2010
Carol, aka “Bibi Simba,” who always cooked up something delicious
“Aunt” Betty and Grace, 2006

The Aiken family also got here before us.  We’ve raised our kids together; we were a part of the same church plant for 5 years, and they’ve just always been a part of our lives.  Now they are leaving too.

Aiken family in 2010

Everyone else came and went, but the Lyons, and Betty, and the Aikens always stayed.  We create surrogate families on the mission field; we all are here without our extended families and so we cling to each other.  But it’s times like this that reminds me that they too are transient.

Now there is no one in Tanzania with ReachGlobal who got here before us.  We are the veterans.  It’s kind of lonely, and sad.  I’m tired of saying goodbye.

Reach Global Team, 2002
Thanksgiving, 2005

McKayla and Grace, ages 2 and 1, 2007

McKayla and Grace, ages 3 and 4

Reach Global Team, 2008

4th of July,  2010
Easter, 2015
Reach Global Tanzania, Last Sunday, June 5th

Children Are No Longer for Sale In Uganda

Imagine this:

Wealthy Saudi Arabian families hear about the 400,000 children languishing in foster care in the United States, and feel a deep desire to help with this crisis.  However, these Saudi families don’t have the time to go through foster parent training and don’t want to spend large amounts of time in the U.S. They do, however, have lots of money, and are able to find lawyers to find loopholes in American laws to make this happen.

Unfortunately, the Saudi families can’t actually adopt the children immediately according to US law.  So instead, they have the courts grant them guardianship.  Then they take the kids back to Saudi Arabia and adopt them there.  Some of the kids haven’t even been released for adoption– one day, they should have been reunited with their birthparents.  But the adoptive families are sure they are giving them a better life, so it will all be okay.

In fact, these adoptions become so popular in Saudi Arabia that there aren’t enough American kids in foster care to go around.  So the lawyers hire “facilitators” to go out and “find” children in the poor areas who might like to experience a “foreign exchange program” in Saudi Arabia for a few years.   Lots of poor American parents sign up.  After all, life with a fabulously wealthy Saudi family has got to be better than life in the ghetto.  The parents just don’t realize they will never see their kids again.

If such a scenario would infuriate you; if you would demand the end of such a monstrosity, then that’s good.  You should feel that way.



But this is exactly what’s been happening in Uganda for the past few years.

Uganda has never had an official international adoption program.  The law was extremely clear:  any non-Ugandan who wanted to adopt must foster the child for three years–in Uganda–before the adoption could be finalized.

But Africa has been popular in the adoption world for the last two decades.  And since Liberia’s program closed (because of corruption), and Congo’s program closed (because of corruption), and Ethiopia’s program massively slowed down (because of corruption), agencies were eager to find a way to get kids adopted out of Uganda.

Unfortunately, adoption agencies just had that nasty 3-year residency law to deal with.  So, they found some lawyers who decided they could “make” a way (for the right price, of course) for Americans to bring children home from Uganda.  Sure, the law said that anyone who adopted a child had to live in Uganda for three years, but the law did not say that a prospective legal guardian had to live in the country at all!  Ah ha!   And since the United States does not require a child to be actually adopted before they move to the U.S., (because why would that be important???) these Ugandan children could enter America with their “legal guardians” and get their adoptions finalized in the States.  Bingo!  Another African country in the adoption bag.

But if orphans are getting rescued, does it really matter how it happens?

If you read my series on corruption in international adoption, you can already picture what happened next.  Orphanages, often funded by adoption agencies, sprung up by thehundreds all over Uganda.  Parents in poverty realized that sending their kids to an orphanage was a good way to get them three meals a day and free education.  And all of a sudden, thousands of kids were unnecessarily separated from their families.  Sometimes the families knew their kids would be adopted, but didn’t feel they had any other choice.  Other times, the kids were trafficked.  Papers were falsified.  Everyone was lied to.  But money was the common denominator.

Behind the scenes, groups of children’s advocates have been working.  And just last week, Uganda’s president signed an amendment to the adoption law.  The loophole is now closed.  Legal guardianships can only be granted to Ugandan citizens. 

Friends, this is a win!  



This is a win for Uganda.

The government has taken back control of adoption in their country–exactly as it should be.  No longer will the agencies and the orphanages be accountable only to themselves.  A centralized authority will regulate adoption and child protection. Corruption should dramatically decrease, and that’s a benefit for everyone, especially the poor.



This is a win for the kids in orphanages.

No longer is there a financial incentive for orphanages to fill up their beds.  No longer is there a “demand” for adoptable children which unnecessarily separates kids from families.  Instead, there is space for ministries to find alternative care for needy children, like foster care, assistance for those in poverty, and even support for parents of kids with disabilities.

This is a win for Ugandan families who want to adopt.  

Guess what?  This is a growing movement in Uganda!  In fact, I’ve heard that there is now a waiting list of Ugandan families who want to adopt a baby.  No longer will their desires be overshadowed by foreign agencies with lots of money who need to fill their demand.

This is a win for foreigners who want to adopt.  

Though the new amendment closes the “guardianship” loophole (which should have never been a thing in the first place), it also majorly reduces the amount of time it takes for a foreigner to legally adopt a Ugandan child–from three years to one year.  True, requiring a year of residency essentially ends international adoption.  Foreigners can still adopt–but only if they are residents, so this new amendment makes it significantly easier for them.  The best part is that this almost entirely dismisses the need for adoption agencies, cutting off almost all of the money flow, which should greatly encourage ethical adoptions.

In addition, there is a small provision in the law for the judge to make exceptions in extreme circumstances.  I know of children adopted from Uganda who had medical conditions that would have meant certain death if they had stayed behind.  This provision in the law should still allow children like this to find a new life in America.

Uganda is now on track to becoming a member of the Hague Adoption Convention.  Woohoo!

As I’ve said before, let me assure you that I am not casting judgment on any family who has brought home a Ugandan child.  Most of the time, adoptive parents are one hundred percent trusting their agencies, who probably never explained to them the reality of Ugandan law.  Some did adopt their kids the right way.  And certainly there are many true Ugandan orphans who have now found forever families.  Even in the corruption, God can bring out good.  But with this new law, light has been shone onto the dark side of Ugandan adoption.  It is a reason to celebrate!



This is a win for Uganda, its children, and for ethical international adoption everywhere!  Well done, Uganda!

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