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And now she’s five.

I think of her birth mother at this time of year, the one who lost her life on this day, while giving her daughter life.  

It makes me sad.  

I rejoice that now she is mine, that I get the privilege of watching her grow.  But there is loss, too.

Isn’t she beautiful?

(showing off her newly pierced ears)

She has a very high-energy older sister.

She has a super-turbo-psycho energy older brother.

And she is not high energy.  

But she is fiercely determined and fiercely competitive, and she works hard to keep up with them, often exhausting herself in the process.  

I think her favorite days are Fridays, when Grace and Josiah are at on-site classes and it’s just her and me.  Unless I give her puzzles and books, she plays with her dolls, by herself all day, usually quietly singing out her stories.  

celebrating at Bibi and Babu’s house

celebrating at Grandma and Grandpa’s house

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One of my very best friends is named Janelle.  She was a teacher for seven years with us at HOPAC.  During one of those years, she lived in our guest house.  She was one of the most remarkable teachers I’ve ever known.   If you ever saw her students lined up, waiting to go somewhere, you would see Janelle gently place her hands on each child’s head, one by one.  She was praying for them.  Always.  Never stopping.

After Tanzania, Janelle spent two years teaching in one of the most difficult, dangerous countries in the world.  When she got married a few years ago, she and her husband moved to another difficult country–where the living conditions are so hard that “difficult” seems like an understatement.  Janelle has willingly made so many sacrifices in her life, and yet she has always been one of the most gospel-centered, unselfish, loving people I have ever met, and she is one of my heroes.

On Saturday, I found out that Janelle’s precious 16-month-old son, her firstborn, fell out of a second story window and lost his life. 

I got the news as we were leaving for a three-hour drive to San Diego.  I cried the entire three hours.  I alarmed my children, who have never seen their mother cry so hard or so long.  I can’t imagine.  I just can’t imagine.

I struggled with whether to write about something so personal.  Janelle is my blog’s biggest fan and she will probably read this.  She left me a comment on a post just a day before the accident. 

I write about things that are interesting or important to me.  But how can anything be interesting in light of such a tragedy?  How can anything else be important?  How can I write about anything else without acknowledging such an event has taken place? 

I know these things happen all the time around the world.  But when it touches someone close to you, life stops.  Everything stops.  Everything is gray; everything has shadows. 

Janelle and her husband have a Firm Foundation and I have no doubt that they will glorify God in the midst of their nightmare.

But right now, there are no platitudes.  There are no answers.  There is just sadness with hope, and the reminder that though we may try and try to make our lives feel like Disneyland, the reality is that we live in a broken, tired-out, miserable, groaning world.

We groan.  And we long for That Day.

(If you would like to pray for Janelle and her husband, please leave a comment here, or on her blog, to let her know.)

If There Was a Good Samaritan Contest, Tanzanians Would Totally Win

Today I went down to the courthouse.  I am working on getting my children U.S. birth certificates.  Enough about that.  It’s long and boring.

I got to the parking lot and discovered my battery was dead.  (One of the smaller members of the family was responsible for that.)

Okay.  I had jumper cables.  I opened my hood and stuck them on, and then looked around for someone to give me a jump.

Given the fact that asking strangers for help is probably near the top of my list of Things I Hate to Do, I had to take some deep breaths.  And this is what I got:

Person #1:  “Sorry, I’m too busy.”  [I really just need 30 seconds….]

Person #2:  “Uhhh….I just had some work done on my [very new, very large] car.  Sorry.”  [I just need your battery to work….]

Person #3:  [Actually, this was a whole group of burly security guards.]  “You should go ask the parking attendant.”  [You mean, the woman sitting by herself in the booth?  What the heck is she going to do for me?]

Person #4:  “Sorry, I don’t know where the battery is in this car.”  [You don’t know where your battery is?  Uhhh…I think it’s under the hood?]

At this point, I am near tears.  And ready to call Gil and make him drive the 30 minutes to give me a jump.

All I could think was, This would never happen in Tanzania.  

Okay….the part about the battery dying?  That would happen.  In fact, it did, multiple times.  But the part about no one willing to help me?

That would never happen.

Never.

Never.

Never.

No matter what part of Tanzania I might be in.

Every time I had car trouble; every time I had a flat tire (which was quite often), I would pull over and immediately be surrounded by people willing to help me.  Immediately.  

I remember one time, I was driving back from camp.  I was driving at night (which I already hate); I had the kids in the car, and I had to cross the water on the ferry, which is about a five minute trip.

As I drove onto the ferry, I realized that I had a flat tire.  I promptly totally and completely freaked out.  What I am going to do?  I can’t change it fast enough.  The ferry will get to the other side and no one will be able to get past me; they will all be mad at me, and I’m going to be stuck on this ferry forever.  And probably die!  [I am prone to over-reaction.]

But four guys instantly noticed the problem.  They descended upon my car and asked me if they could change the tire.  And seriously, it was like being in the Indy 500.  They had the tire changed and the flat one back in the car in five minutes, lickety split.  I just sat there, stunned, and then drove off the ferry when it reached the other side.  Who needs Triple A?

Today, I did finally find someone who took pity on me and jumped my car.  He was very kind.  And I’m sure you would have helped me too, wouldn’t you have?

California, you might have the better roads and the better drivers and the better law enforcement, but when it comes to kindness to strangers, Tanzania is the definite winner.  I think I’d rather break down there.

Why Are You Going Back? Part 3

(Read Part oneand twoif you missed them)

Sometimes, I jokingly tell Alyssa, “I’m scared to join your team.”

I laugh, but actually I am serious.  I think laughing makes it easier.

A couple years before Mark and Alyssa came to Dar to start the theological training program, another family  with ReachGlobal arrived to do the same thing.  They were having a lot of success getting things started, but then two of their kids developed a mysterious, chronic illness.  Then the wife developed an even more mysterious, serious illness.  Eventually, they had to return to the States.

After arriving in Dar two years ago, within months, Alyssa developed a debilitating auto-immune condition.  It got so bad that for a while she was completely bed-ridden.  Now she takes powerful medication (with a lot of side effects), but even then she often only has about 6-8 “good hours” of each day when she can be out of bed.  You wouldn’t know it, because she has an amazing attitude and never complains, but she lives in constant pain.

And that all happened within months of arriving back in Dar….to start a theological training program.  Coincidence?  Maybe.

But even weirder is the snakes.

About three months ago, Mark and Alyssa discovered a snake in their house.  This does happen every once in a while in Africa.  In the 10 years we lived in Dar, we had a snake in our house once.  We’ve seen a couple others in our yard.

Okay…that happens.  They killed it.

But then another appeared.  And another.  And another.

In three months, they’ve killed about 15 snakes in their house.  Twice, they had exterminators come out.  Neither found any evidence of a nest or could figure out where they were coming from.

The snakes were identified as boomslangs.  Extremely poisonous.  Not native to the area.  Appearing, so it would seem, out of nowhere.

The truth is, that we are moving to a city where witchcraft and curses and dark magic are not just things you pretend about on Halloween.  Animism is the dominant worldview of the majority of people, even many who call themselves Muslim or Christian.

Obviously, our enemy doesn’t like the fact that we’re teaching church leaders how to study the Bible for themselves, that we are saved by grace and not works, and that a good preacher is not defined by touching people and making them fall over.

So yeah, when I think about what has already happened to the people on our team, I am scared.  If I let my imagination get ahead of me, I am terrified.

Sometimes I too ask the question, Why are you going back?  Why on earth are you going back?

Greater is He who is in me, than he who is in the world.

But I am also excited.  Because if he must fight that hard against what this team is doing, then they must be doing something right.  And I get to join in.

“There are no ‘if’s’ in God’s world.  And no places that are safer than other places.  The center of His will is our only safety–let us pray that we may always know it!”  (Corrie ten Boom)

Why Are You Going Back? Part 2

(scroll down if you missed Part 1)

You know when you look back on your life and can pinpoint an ordinary moment that ended up changing everything?

It’s crazy, isn’t it?  Because at the time, it doesn’t seem like anything important.

That’s how it was when we offhandedly mentioned to Mark and Alyssa that they should come back to Tanzania and start a theological training program.

But I am getting ahead of myself.  

We started to get to know Mark and Alyssa around 2006.  This is them (last year).

They were a part of a different mission, but their kids were at HOPAC and we attended the same church.  

At the time, Gil and I were feeling very friend-starved.  We were spending literally all of our free time with teenagers.  As much as we loved them, we were a bit dehydrated.  

I can remember my conversation with Gil when we chose Mark and Alyssa to be our friends.  I know, it’s kind of weird and freaky….maybe sometimes we are overly intentional about what we do.  We decided that we needed to spend more time with like-minded people, and Mark and Alyssa were in Dar to do pastoral training, they loved board games, and they were committed to be in Tanzania long-term.  What more did we need in friends?  

Though I didn’t know her very well, I can remember thinking that Alyssa was the kind of person who could one day be a really, really good friend.  She was a kindred spirit.  

But then, just as we started to spend more time with them, everything fell apart in their ministry.  For no fault of their own, they had to suddenly pack up and go back home.  We were depressed, because once again a relationship we loved had become temporary.  And for them, it was devastating–a long-time dream had been shattered.

We had them over for dinner one last time.  And in passing, we mentioned, “ReachGlobal [our mission] wants to start a pastoral training ministry in Dar.  You should consider coming back with them.”

We have those conversations all the time.  We try to recruit anyone who comes through our doors (be warned!).  Usually, nothing comes of it.  

But, lo and behold, it was the seed.  

Four years later, they came back.  

With ReachGlobal.

To start a theological training program for church leaders.  

Alyssa tells it from her perspective here.  

They arrived back in Dar two years ago, and a little over a year ago, the program started for the first time.  In 2013, they trained their first group of church leaders and graduated them in December.  Gil took a week off from HOPAC in May and got to teach the Life of Christ class.  

And that friendship that started and ended way too soon?  Two years ago, we picked up where we left off.  

We still share a love of board games, and pastoral training, and staying a long time in Dar.  And I was right about Alyssa.  She did become a really, really great friend.  

They came back because God used us to plant the seed.

We’re going back because they have started the training program that is a perfect fit for Gil.  We will be partners.  We’re hoping to even be neighbors.

We both get to live in the city where we have felt called to for a long, long time.  Our kids still get to attend HOPAC, and when we left last year, we didn’t have to say good-bye forever.

Because of them.

Because of us.

Because of God.

Bethany and Grace already call themselves cousins.

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