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Wisteria in My Soul

Dar es Salaam is near the equator.  That means there’s only about a 20 degree difference between the hottest time of the year and the coolest part of the year.  There’s no need for Daylight Savings Time, because sunrise and sunset only varies by about a half an hour throughout the whole year.

There’s a rainy season and a dry season.  There’s a hot season and a hotter season.  That’s about it.

I miss seasons.  I long for them, sometimes.  Spring is my favorite, and thankfully spring comes early to southern California.

Yesterday Grace and I were out walking, and stopped under the most glorious purple tree.  Make a picture in your mind, I told her, So that you can remember how beautiful this is.  



Monday we visited Huntington Gardens, one of the most beautiful places on earth.  Hoping to soak in enough spring to last me the next few years.

Those Kids

Probably one of the most commonly asked questions we get is, “How have your kids adjusted to the States?”

Well, let’s see here.

They have grandparents who paid for gymnastics and ballet lessons and Happy Hollow passes.  They have other grandparents who bought them season passes to Disneyland.  And even though the agreement was that these “experiences” would replace the grandparents’ need to buy “stuff” for the grandchildren, the amount of “stuff” in their bedroom would prove otherwise.

They are on basketball and soccer teams.  They go to Awana.  They have bikes and scooters and most exciting of all….pajamas and jackets!  

Imagine taking all the “spoiling” that’s done to your kids (by grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends, etc) over a period of four years and squishing it all into one year.  That pretty much sums up the kind of year they are having.

So yeah….I’d say they’ve “adjusted” just fine.  

Jedi Training Academy at Disneyland

ummm…do you think he is small for his age?  

But he makes up for his size with pure, unadulterated energy.  

Princess Ballet. Enough said.

Swagger Girls Basketball Team–undefeated!

Getting “Princessified”

with my aunt Krista….one of many who loves to spoil them!

They will probably need to be detoxed in July.  But at the end of the day, they still love Tanzania.  Grace is counting the days. “Only four months until we go back!”  she declared to me this morning.

She too is learning to love this two-world life.  

Thankfully My Nose Did Not Actually Fall Off

Gil has an allergy to the cold.  I’m not kidding.  It’s a real, live condition called Cold Urticaria.  He breaks out in hives if he gets too cold and can even go into anaphylactic shock.

Shoot, I wish I had that allergy.  I hate the cold.

But Gil and I spent last week in Minnesota, where they are having one of the coldest winters on record.  I think I wore every article of clothing I own.

We felt like we should have had a big sign on the car while we were driving, Stay far away from us.  Driver from California.  Gil even made the comment, “Driving in Dar is easier than this!”  And that’s saying something.  Trust me.

So anyway, it’s a good thing we had plenty of people in Minnesota to keep our hearts warm.  

Every time we are in Minneapolis, we visit Bernie and her family.  We first met Bernie in 2001, when Gil and I came to the EFCA Office for two weeks to go to Candidate School.  We left immediately afterwards to go to Tanzania for the first time.  Bernie opened her home to us those weeks, and has been a friend to us ever since.  I think we’ve stayed with her four other times since then.  And Bernie even has a bed warmer….mmmmmm……we love staying with her!

There is also a rather large collection of HOPAC alumni attending college in Minnesota, as well as a bunch of former HOPAC staff.  So….one of our former students threw us a reunion!  It was wonderful and glorious and so encouraging to be with so many people we love.  Some of them were even my students in 5th and 6th grade, Gil’s students in high school, and now they have graduated from college and are changing the world and stuff.   We feel so old….but we are so proud!  

Mission Love

I would guess that it’s kind of unusual when your employer asks you, “How can our organization improve?”  and you can’t really think of much.

That’s how it was for us this week.  We are in Minneapolis right now (staying indoors as much as possible because it is way, way, way too cold here!) at our mission organization’s National Office.  We work for ReachGlobal, which is the international mission of the Evangelical Free Church, and on every home assignment, we come here for a few days of debriefing and meetings.

And I couldn’t be happier.

I love that ReachGlobal holds us to high standards.  They put high priority on healthy people and healthy marriages and healthy teams.

I love that ReachGlobal wants all their people to be working in their “sweet spots.”  I love that they want us to love what we are doing.  I love that they encourage us to dream big, and then hold us accountable for working towards it.

I love that they take good care of us.  I love that I can come to the National Office and see all the faces behind all the emails and feel like they all genuinely love us and love serving us and love what we are doing around the world.  I love that ReachGlobal believes that pastoral care and mentoring are really, really important.  I love that they make sure we have the finances we need to do our jobs effectively.

I love that our leader, Tim Addington, is such a visionary and wise and godly man.  I love that he leads by serving.  I love that he encourages all of us to do what we were created to do, and that he is open to new ideas and crazy ideas, as long as they fit into ReachGlobal’s values.

I love that ReachGlobal emphasizes church multiplication and national leadership.  I love that they have really, really big dreams and really, really big plans to make those dreams come true.  I love that they include internationals on their leadership teams so that all the dreams aren’t just coming from America.

I love that prayer is really, really important to them.

I love being part of an organization that is doing a great job.  I love that I feel like I can trust the decisions that they make.  I love knowing that I get to be a part of something that is so much bigger than I am.

So….anyone want to join in?

Cultural Schizophrenia

I used to be anti-American.  A lot of Third-Culture Kids are.  In my twelve-year-old mind, everything about America was shallow, boring, and brutish, while everything about Liberia was beautiful, interesting, and perfect.

Such are the black-and-white perspectives of youth.

I have grown up since then, and now I have spent half my life in America and the other half in Africa.  I am not anti-American anymore.

I know it might seem that way sometimes.  When I wrote the post about the lack of people willing to jump my car, I know it might have seemed that I was idealizing Tanzania.

I was frustrated that day.  And though every single thing I wrote was the truth, I did know, in the back of my mind, that it wasn’t everything that could have been said.

Because the truth is, that even though I would much rather have my car break down in Tanzania, I would never

never

never

want to be in a serious accident in Tanzania.  It is, in fact, one of my biggest worries about living there.

I helped with New Teacher Orientation at HOPAC.  Many times, I have told new, idealistic, bright-eyed teachers that if they ever hit a person with their car, even if it was 100% the fault of the pedestrian, to go against their strongest instinct and

never

never

never

stop and help the person.  Instead, they should drive directly to the nearest police station and report it.

Because stopping to help automatically insinuates guilt.

And in situations like this, mob justice takes over more often than not.  Drivers are beat up.  Or killed.  We have seen it happen.

The truth is, that even though Tanzanians are always happy to help with a dead battery or flat tire, if there is a serious accident, they are more likely to rob me than help me.

So which culture do I like better?  Which culture is better?  Is it even a valid question?

Tanzanians are some of the most generous people I have ever met.  Once, we were at a pastor’s house after church.  He bought sodas for Gil and I while his children looked on.  We found out the next day that he had no money to feed his children.  Instead, he had bought sodas for people who already had a whole case of them in their kitchen.

In America, charitable giving makes up only 2% of the GDP.

However, Americans are incredibly ambitious and optimistic.  They have a great spirit of entrepreneurship and innovation.

Africans often have a fatalistic attitude.  We are poor; we will always be poor.  That, plus the expectation of extreme generosity within their communities, means that they have a very difficult time getting out of poverty. (If someone ever has money, he is expected to share it with anyone who needs it, which means that no one ever gets ahead.)

Africans are extremely resourceful with what they do have.  For example, I have never seen so many things created out of old tires.

Americans produce a quarter of the world’s trash(while only making up 5% of the world’s population).

Americans value integrity, accountability, and honesty.  Africans do not.  Corruption is rampant; I cannot tell you how many times we have been asked for bribes–by policemen, by customs officials, by whoever.  [I have never knowingly paid a bribe, not even when I had to spend a whole day driving to three police stations so that I could pay a traffic ticket legally….and the policemen laughed at me for trying so hard.]

Tanzanians prioritize people over schedules, which means they have strong relationships but are often late to events.

Americans prioritize schedules over people, which means they are usually more productive.

Tanzanians value politeness and respect for the elderly.  Americans value efficiency and customer service.

Tanzanians are community-oriented.  Americans are isolated.

In Tanzania, we worry about being robbed by a gang invasion.  In America, we worry about our children being shot at school.

Americans value comfort and convenience and will fight hard to get it.  Tanzanians value peace and will put up with a lot of discomfort to maintain it.

I could go on.

Neither is better.  Neither is worse.  Both have something to learn from each other.

But it makes sense, doesn’t it?

Since all mankind is created in the image of God, then we reflect His image when our cultures reflect great good and great beauty.  Just in different ways.

But we are also all desperately fallen, which is why all cultures also contain great evil.  Just in different ways.

Which is why we all need Jesus.

 P.S.  Please keep in mind that I am most certainly speaking in generalities.  Not everyone in either culture fits these descriptions.

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