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Get Out the Sweaters!


As Grace would say, “Hip, Hip, Hooray!” The rains have come. Every day this week it has been raining, all day, every day. Tanzania has two seasons: the wet season and the dry season. Or you could call it the hot season and the hotter season. But this week, it has actually been cold! I mean, we’ve gotten down to a definite 73 degrees! Makes you want to snuggle up by the fire.

Rain makes the roads impossible and makes it virtually impossible to dry clothes. But I love the rain here! As I’ve mentioned before, we have no glass on our windows, only screens. So that means that I can hear, smell, “feel” the rain even while sitting in my house. And rain here has this lovely, tropical smell to it.

Hip, Hip, Hooray! The worst of the hot season is over. The next few months should be gorgeous.


Gil took these pictures with his cell phone from our car. We actually saw a guy with a canoe, giving people rides down the street on this day.

The CRACKS part 2

You may remember that in February I posted about the ever-growing cracks in the walls of our house.

The saga continues.

Some of the cracks got so bad that if you looked at them right at eye level, you could see directly through the wall to the room on the other side. So I finally told our landlord about it, and she had someone come and look at the walls.

So the solution that this builder, or engineer, or whoever he is came up with is that he needs to knock down all of the internal walls of the house, dig into the foundation, put a better foundation under the walls, and then rebuild the walls.

Uhhhh…. sure.

Oh, and could they do the work this summer?

Considering the fact that in the next 5 months we will have over 20 people living with us at different times, and during the summer only have 5 days when we DON’T have guests, I asked very politely if the work could wait until NEXT summer when we will be in the States.

Thankfully, the landlord agreed. At one point this summer, we will have 15 people in this house all at once. It will be hard enough having 15 people use 2 bathrooms, let alone two bathrooms that have no walls.

So this basically means that we will have to move everything out of the house next summer. Sigh. Not thrilled about that, and we considered looking for another house. But the truth is, we love this house. I doubt we’ll EVER find another house that meets our needs the way this one does. So, we put up with it.

Since the renovation is over a year away, I asked the landlord if she could have the cracks filled in for the time being. So this week there have been workers in my house. They have been knocking out the cement around the cracks, putting in reinforcers, and then filling them back in. I had a picture of the giant holes in my walls and the hallway filled with cement, but the picture got lost somewhere in cyberspace.

However, the worker’s solution in the bathroom wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, as the walls came out looking like this:


Hmmm…not exactly aesthetically pleasing….and not exactly what I asked them to do. So yesterday we agreed that they would take glossy white paint and cover up the cement. Sigh. Such is life. Hopefully at least now the people who use our bathroom won’t worry about the walls caving in on them.

Musings on Missionary Life

I appreciated the comments that many of you left on my post about Esta. I thank you for your reassurance that you don’t think less of me because I have full-time house help. But I have continued to think through this issue and ask myself, “Do I feel guilty? Why am I reluctant to tell my American friends about the perks of living in Africa?”

I think that a lot of it comes from the preconceived notions that American Christians have about being a missionary. Like I said below, people think that missionaries are supposed to suffer….and therefore, that makes us more spiritual than other people. How do I know that people think this? From comments we get. Countless people have said to us, “Oh, I could never do what you do.” (Really? Even if God asked you to?) We get special prayers and special attention and special pulpit time. And every single time people come out here on short-term mission trips, they expect—and want—to suffer. “No, don’t give me a bed to sleep on! We want to sleep on the floor!” “I know I’m going to lose weight in Africa!” One team that was out here a number of years ago even refused to take showers—I guess because missionaries are supposed to be dirty.

There’s also this mentality that the more spiritual you are, the more you will want to suffer. If you are spiritual you will be a pastor or work in full time ministry in the States (making less money than “normal” people). If you are really spiritual, you will be an overseas missionary somewhere. If you are really, REALLY spiritual, you will live in mud hut with no electricity.

So if you are just an ordinary Christian in America, well then, I guess you have to settle for just “sort-of” spiritual.

Is this really how God has called us to live as Christians? I think not.

People often speak of missionaries as being “called.” Does that mean that other Christians are not called? Does God call some people to do His work and not others?

We do believe we are called to be missionaries in Tanzania. But we never heard a voice, we never saw writing on the wall, and we never opened the Bible and read, “Go ye to Africa.” How did we know? We started with a whole-hearted desire to serve God wherever, whenever. Then we simply thought about our desires, our talents, our resources, our gifts, our vision and our passions and then looked for a place with a great need and a great strategy that matched up with what we could offer. Simple as that.

But isn’t that how every Christian should live? With God’s call on our lives, living purposefully and intentionally—no matter in what circumstances that might be?

So that means, that if I am called to live in Tanzania and get the perk of house help, then that’s an added blessing. If you are called to reach out to upper-class Valencia or Palo Alto, then you get the added blessing of living in a beautiful house. Or if God has called you to live in a dingy apartment in Newhall, or on Farm Drive in San Jose, then you get the wonderful sense of community that accompanies neighborhoods like that. But mostly, you are blessed if you are living your life “on purpose” –intentionally–and are right where God wants you to be. The point is to live your life with calling.

Do we suffer in Tanzania? Just a little. Right now I am writing this in the dark because the power has once again gone off, as it does a few times every week for a few hours. Cultural and language differences are often exhausting. We often miss the conveniences of the States. We desperately miss our families and friends. But there are a million things we love about living in Africa. And we definitely don’t miss the materialism and fast-pace and commercialism of the States. But most significantly, we are hugely blessed to be exactly where God wants us to be, living our lives “on purpose” and finding great joy in our ministry. So do we deserve your sympathy? Not at all. Do we deserve to be put on a pedestal? Definitely not. Do we covet your prayers? Absolutely.

I would say the same thing if God calls us to live in a mud hut someday. Or even if He calls us to minister in Beverly Hills. Honestly, Beverly Hills would scare me more. There definitely are different types of suffering!

There are two other things about missionary life that force us to live intentionally: 1. The financial accountability of knowing that our money comes directly from God and 2. The spiritual accountability of knowing that we have to report to the 4 churches and 75 families who financially support us and the many more who pray for us.

But shouldn’t this be the attitude of every Christian? I remember once a speaker saying, “If you had to write a prayer letter each month that was sent out to your friends and family reporting what you are doing for God, would you have anything to write about?”

How true. And if every American Christian lived their life with that mentality, how much more would be accomplished for God’s kingdom! And how differently we would view missionaries. Not as people to put on a pedestal, but as fellow laborers in God’s kingdom.

Don’t get me wrong. I definitely believe that way too often, we as Christians are afraid to suffer—myself very much included. We choose comfort over pain whenever possible. As Christians we need to have the attitude of denying ourselves and giving over our reputations, comfort, and lives for the sake of the gospel, and that does often bring suffering. And I do believe that the harvest is plentiful and the workers are few—and that many Christians are living in disobedience by not heeding God’s call on their lives. But the point is that “suffering” (as we would define it) is not necessarily a mark of spirituality. Obedience and living life “on purpose” is what God desires.

Esta

Esta is a part of my life that I haven’t written about yet. Mostly because I struggle with it myself so I know that others won’t really understand.

Esta is my house worker. She works for me 5 days a week, for 4 or 5 hours a day. She does all of my laundry and all of my cleaning. I pay her under $100 per month, which is still way over minimum wage. You’re probably thinking that I am awfully spoiled. And well, you are right. The problem is that missionaries are not supposed to be spoiled. They are supposed to suffer. Yep.

If you live in America and have a house cleaner a couple of times a month, you are lucky. And if you have a full time house worker, you are filthy stinkin’ rich. That’s not how it works here. Just about everyone has house workers–even house workers often have house workers. Basically, the culture says that if you have money, you share with people who have less than you. And hiring people to work for you is one way to do that. If you can afford to have workers and you don’t, it’s actually considered selfish.

I am extremely thankful that this is a part of African culture. If I didn’t have Esta, I would need to spend a few hours a day doing what she does. I don’t have a dish washer. I don’t have a dryer, which means everything needs to be hung out to dry and then ironed (dryers get a lot of wrinkles out). I have no glass on my windows–only screens, and we live on a dirt road. So that means that lots of dust comes into the house every day. We have lots of visitors which means sheets and towels are constantly being washed and dozens of glasses cleaned. Esta does all of this for me.

Even with all of this, I still struggle with having a house worker sometimes. Sometimes I want more privacy. Sometimes I want things done “my way,” and no matter how many times I explain the difference between Gil’s t-shirts and dress shirts, I find his t-shirts neatly ironed and hung in the closet, and his dress shirts folded and put in the drawers.

But don’t get me wrong. Having Esta is a huge blessing. Her work is what allows me the time to teach 6th grade Bible at HOPAC, and work on my Master’s Degree, and coordinate the after-school program….and…pretty much everything else I do. She is also fantastic with Grace and a great friend to me.

The picture of Esta above includes her brand new baby. Guess what she named her? Amy. Yep, that’s right. It is a big honor. Definitely a little strange for me. I am not the closest person in Esta’s life. But I probably have the most resources of anyone she knows. Naming her daughter after me helps to ensure that her daughter will be well cared for, in Tanzanian culture.

Having a house worker is actually investing in a family. While Esta has been on maternity leave, her sister-in-law has worked for us. We’ve helped when her husband has been out of work. We’re helping with the sister-in-law’s wedding. We paid for her medical costs when she had her baby (you won’t believe this folks–total cost came to about $75).

Domie, our night guard, also works for us. So does Gibbie, who is our Saturday gardener (the grass must be cut by machete and watered by hand). We are considered unusal because we don’t have a day guard as well, but we feel like our neighborhood is pretty safe. We know many people who also have a full-time nanny and a full-time cook. Many people think it is strange that I take care of Grace almost entirely by myself.

So there you have it. I am a spoiled missionary. You are no longer allowed to feel sorry for me. 🙂

Sometimes, You Just Want Stonefire

Those of you from Santa Clarita know what I’m talking about. Wouldn’t you miss Stonefire too? So I had leftover barbequed beef, and I attempted to remember all of the other ingredients…beans, corn, cilantro…. The only thing I didn’t have were the tortilla chips, which I can’t get here.

So this was my attempt at Stonefire’s BBQ Chopped Salad. I even made breadsticks on the side.

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