Two weeks ago Robb and I went to Naivasha which is in the Rift Valley about two hours north of Nairobi. We cleansed our lungs with clean, fresh air, and got reacquainted with quiet.We ventured out to Crescent Island Wildlife Sanctuary, which incidentally hasn’t been an island since 1988 when Lake Naivasha’s water level dropped enough so that the island was then connected to the mainland!It is a sanctuary for wildebeest, gazelle, water buck, zebra, giraffe, buffalo, hyenas, aardvarks (did you know that aardvarks live only in Africa and are nocturnal?I love the internet!), over 200 birds, and many others.
This post is not intended to be a geography or history lesson, but I thought you might enjoy a few fun facts! Before I go into the intended topic of this post I must say a little something about the animals!Joshaphat, our guide on the island, walked us around for about two hours during which time we were up close and almost personal with wildebeest, gazelle, zebra, water buck, and…giraffe!!
We certainly didn’t get close enough to the giraffe for them to eat out of our hands like at the Giraffe Center in Nairobi where the giraffe are more or less tame.I’m sure the giraffe on Crescent Island have grown accustomed to seeing people walking around, however they’re still wild!We watched four adolescents eating leaves from acacia trees then observed very big Mama Giraffe emerge a little way off and just stand there glaring at us as the “kids” ran to her.What an amazing sight!!
Back to the point of this post! In addition to asking Joshaphat, our guide, many questions about the animals and the island, I also enquired about him! Is he married?No, but he has a girlfriend whom he will be marrying next year.Is he from Naivasha?No, he comes here from his village up north every two months to work.What tribe is he from?Maasai.I mentioned that we see many Maasai in Nairobi still wearing their various patterned red shukas (coverings or large cloths) with a rungu stick hanging from their waists and some even carrying a spear.Joshaphat laughed as he told us that we wouldn’t recognize him if we came to his village because he dresses completely traditional when he is at home. (Unfortunately, we only have a picture of his back!)
Because it was a Sunday and we could hear a church service across the lake, I asked him if he has to work every Sunday and miss church.eHe said Yes.Somehow the conversation turned to AIM and the AIC (Africa Inland Church).When Robb explained the relationship between AIM and AIC,Joshaphat excitedly shared with us that he belongs to an AIC church which is one of three AIC churches in the area of his village which were all started by an AIC Kikuyu missionary.
Robb and I were encouraged on several levels.First of all, the missionary who planted these churches is from here – not only an African reaching Africans but a missionary from the Kikuyu tribe reaching the Maasai tribe!This is one of the very things about AIM that we appreciate.Not all positions allow for this, but as Robb likes to say, “western missionaries should work themselves out of a job”, by training, equipping, and moving on!
The second encouraging thing was to hear that the AIC church is successfully raising up national missionaries and sending them out.Lastly, AIMs ultimate goal is being fulfilled:Christ-centered churches among all African peoples.It was not a coincidence that Joshaphat was our guide!
I've realized that lately I'm spending more and more time standing in front of my closet deciding what to wear. This is the result of not bringing a lot of clothes when we moved here, many of them are now really stretched out and/or faded from hanging on the clothesline, and only buying a few new-to-me tops from a market since we've arrived.
As I read this verse the other day, "Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience" Colossians 3:12, I got to thinking about the process of clothing myself. How does the time I spend choosing clothes for the day (especially when I go to Tumaini) - what matches, what is appropriate for my plans for the day, what is appropriate for the weather, etc. - compare with the time I spend clothing myself according to Colossians 3:12?
How much time do I spend putting on compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience, and if I do put them on, how long before I either change them or forget that I am "wearing" them? How do I present them to others (do they match and are they appropriate), and how do they come across to others? Do I "wear" them for everyone, just for certain people or when I feel I should or have to? As I consider each item, which do I neglect to put on or which do I change for each "event"?
On examining these, I observe that, while they all have definitely been "worn", patience and kindness are not showing as much "wear". I have come to realize that the times I am usually without these items is while driving, when people unexpectedly come to my gate (often while I'm trying to get something done), and when I am tired or frustrated! I am of equal opportunity, so while Robb and even Micah may experience me without these, others are not exempt!
I am one of God's chosen, holy and dearly loved! Hallelujah!!! However, I am His chosen one, holy and dearly loved ONLY by and through the sacrifice of Jesus! Does how I present myself to others outwardly not pale in comparison to how I should present myself to others inwardly?
Compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Are these not attributes of Jesus? Therefore, I must clothe myself with Jesus every day!! Thankfully, I know that the next time I stand in front of my closet deciding which clothes to wear, I will first clothe myself with Jesus, and try my hardest never to remove Him!
As many of you probably remember, way back in July 2009 we went to ABO (Africa Based Orientation) in Machakos. This is a small, busy little town that is actually kind of fun so about a month ago we decided to head over there for a Saturday family outing . One of the main roads in Machakos. As we were heading to a big outdoor market we saw boxes of cute, fuzzy, little chicks! Micah LOVED them! I think he picked up at least 20 of them, talked to them, and gave them little hugs! The very bright, very busy market. Typical boy, Micah was enthralled by the arrows he found. A few booths away...a goat-skin covered quiver! Now he was all set to try out the wood and rope bow a missionary kid passed on to him before he left. It seems that everywhere we go someone always gives something to Micah. He has 4 or 5 beaded or leather Maasai bracelets, he's been given mangoes, bananas, "sweets" (candy), "biscuits" (cookies). etc. On one particular street Micah took interest in some people putting together flower arrangements. So of course, they gave him a flower!
About a month ago some Kenyan friends (Harrison and Mary Makau) who live in San Diego came here to visit their families and friends. We got to spend some time with them and many family members the day of their arrival, and they said it would be fine for us to join them when they would be going to the village where Harrison grew up.
When Harrison called to let us know when and where to meet them he also asked Robb if he would preach at the church (AIC Yakamete) where Harrison grew up. We have heard many times since we've been here in Kenya that you should always have a message ready to preach. To most people here, missionary=preacher, whether you are a preacher, a pilot, a doctor, or a Human Resource General Manager! Although this is way out of Robb's comfort zone, he graciously agreed.
Harrison asked us to meet at his brother's house where they were staying at 7:30am. We were about 20 mins late, which felt uncomfortable for us but we agreed in the car that we were just on Kenyan time!
When we got there no one from Harrison's US family was downstairs yet so we talked with the others, ate a little breakfast and waited. They came down about 8:15am and Harrison was getting a bit anxious about the time. He said that we had to leave at 8:30 to get there by 10am when the service would start. Well, Mary had to have some tea and breakfast and talked him into leaving at 8:45am. We left a little after 9! Kenyan ways are not easily forgotten!
We got to the church at 10:30am, and could hear that they were all still worshipping inside. We entered the church and Robb was seated up front with the pastor while the rest of us were given a bench in the first row. The singing and dancing continued for another 20 minutes. After announcements, we were all brought up front and we introduced ourselves. Next was the offering, then the youth did some singing and dancing. There were more announcements, then they had a harambee or auction of items people brought for their tithes and offerings if they didn't have money. This was kind of fun, but it took 1-1/2 hours to auction off TONS of pumpkins, avocados, beans, corn, sugar cane, sweet bananas, cassava root, eggs, handmade ropes, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, and...chickens! Yes, live chickens! I'm kind of an animal rights non-activist so you can imagine the hard time I had with the chickens lying on the floor, feet tied together and shoved into plastic bags!
The elders and congregation were soooo generous and TONS of stuff was given to Harrison and his family and to us by people who had won the bids (it is also cultural to give to visitors). The Makaus had been given soooo much they had no idea what they were going to do with it all. We ended up with 3 huge pumpkins, a bag of tomatoes, a bag of bananas, 2 sugar canes, 3 pieces of cassava root, and a grocery bag full of sweet potatoes...and a chicken! All of this, including our chicken and a rooster were put into the back of our car.
We actually kept the chicken in our backyard for 3 days because we weren't sure what to do with it or how to tell Micah what the future held for it! It brought back many memories of my growing up as I brought it water and "cornmeal mush" (as my sisters and I used to call it!) twice a day. When the chicken poop all over the backyard got to be a little too much, Robb and I decided that we needed to give it to someone. We decided to give it to Evans, our "cul-de-sac" gate guard, believing he had the greatest need. He was shocked! The only condition was that he had to help me catch it!
Back to the Yakamete church service, after all of the items were auctioned off the youth did some more singing and dancing, and then finally Robb was able to preach! He didn't think he did very well, but I assured him that he did fine, especially considering that he had to wait for the pastor to translate each time he spoke! Micah hung around outside, and as usual made tons of friends!
We got out of church at 1:45pm, and the pastor and some of the elders wanted us to stay for lunch. Harrison's family was already making lunch for us so they asked for us to at least stay for a soda! They asked Robb to come back soon, and incidentally the pastor has called several times asking when we will be joining them again!
We then drove to the property where Harrison grew up, and walked up to the church built on a plot of land Harrison's family donated in honor of their mom when she passed away. We met the pastor and elders there who also asked Robb to come speak at their church too! We then went back down to Harrison's house where we relaxed, ate lunch, and of course... drank chai!
We had the privilege of meeting Harrison's aunt, the oldest person in his whole family in her late 90's! Mary told Robb that this aunt wanted to "bless" him. She spit into her hand, rubbed it on Robb's forehead and then onto her chest. Next she stuck her hand out. Mary slyly handed Robb a 100/- shilling bill to give her. Words were exchanged in the tribe language, then Mary and the aunt started laughing hysterically! We all got a good laugh out of it at Robb's expense!
Micah had fun befriending a puppy and some calves!
Somehow (heehee) it was 6:45pm when we got around to leaving, and we got home at 8:15pm! What a day, but also what an amazing experience! Thanks Harrison and Mary!
Last week we went to a bike shop and bought Micah a new bike from his Grandma Mary, Grandma Rita, and Great Mama! Micah was still riding the used bike we bought him last year from another missionary family but he really was getting too big for it. We decided to get him a bike made in Mexico imported here from the US. (The bikes they make here literally fall apart soon after purchasing!) Micah chose the very shiny chrome colored bike over the bright blue. He is still getting used to it - it is quite a bit bigger than his old bike - but he'll get the hang of it. We'll know he's adjusted to it as soon as we see him doing his "scram-bles" again! Thanks Mom, Rita, and Mama! You've made one happy boy even happier!
Every time I get on our blog I look at our family pics and say to myself, "We really need to get new pictures taken!" So, that will be my goal and I will hopefully post new pics of us together soon. If it weren't for Micah, who looks soooo young in the pics from just one year ago and now looks like a big boy, we wouldn't need new ones but that's the ways it goes!
I also recently posted Micah and his new bike (from his grandmas and great grandma) but for some reason it is not showing up on our blog so I will also re-post on that!
My sister Susan emailed me early this week to inform me that my almost 20 year old cat, Matthew, that she was taking care of for me, was not doing so well. She Skyped me the next day to tearfully say that she had to have him put down. When we left home one year ago I knew that there was a really good chance that I wouldn't see my Matthew cat again. He had been diagnosed with kidney disease a few years ago and I knew that he could go downhill anytime. Susan kept me posted on my cat. She even sent pictures last August and I was amazed at how healthy and wonderful he looked! He obviously was being well taken care of and loved on! Unfortunately that only caused me to believe that he would still be around when I get back next year. Besides my cat Pokey I had when I was growing up, Matthew was the best cat I ever had, and I've had quite a few cats. It is a very painful loss, and I will miss him dearly. He lived a good, long life though and made many people happy!
Thanks again Susan, Alan, Alexander and Matthew for making Matthew Cat's last year of life special and filled with love!
Just found some fun things Micah said written in a small notebook that I just have to share. Some are from the end of last year.
"Look Mommy, billions of clouds coming from America!"
"I was there a-fore; a long time ago; before you and daddy." I asked him, "How did you get there? Did you drive?" "No, I took a donkey. Donkey's are fast!"
"Mommy, how do clouds connect?"
Already in our estate and around the corner from our house Micah asks if he can ride in "the boot". I told him I was not going to stop the car, open the back, and get him in there just for 2 seconds. He remarks, "Two seconds is over. I know two seconds. 1-2, see?"
In the airport last week waiting to greet our Kenyan friends from America (here to visit their families), Micah says loudly, "Look, that man has a dress" as he points in front of us to a Muslim man wearing a tunic.
"I want to watch the Jesus movie" (aka The Easter Story, an animated kids video.) After watching "the Jesus movie" Micah says reflectively, "Now that's a really good movie!"
Today, June 24th, marks one year since we left San Diego to begin serving here in Kenya (although we didn't arrive here til the 27th due to a brief orientation stop at AIM in NY.) This year has gone by very fast! It does not feel like one year to either Robb or myself. A couple of weeks ago we were talking about how we felt our first year has gone and what we might do differently in the next year. The thing that came up for both of us was to live in the moment and to really "be" here. We felt as though we spent much of our time during our first year in a transitional mode - living in a transitional house (which, incidentally, we have decided to stay in for our next year!), adjusting to, and even still getting used to the traffic and driving (or should I say drivers!), the so different time factor in that everything really does take longer, and visitors and people selling things (like Mama Samaki who sells fish) always require time, usually when you are "busy"! We miss our families and friends, and are so thankful for so many who faithfully keep in touch! It has been difficult at times to be away for things like holidays, birthdays, Char's nieces 18th birthday, her high school graduation, and seeing her off to university soon. As we enter into our second year we are prepared to persevere and finish well! Enjoy some pics of our first year: Family pic at AIM in NY, June 25, 2009; Micah standing on some of our Action Packers at Newark airport, June 26, 2009; Micah standing in front of our Christmas tree and opening his new used bike, Dec 2009; Micah's 4th birthday party, Jan 19, 2010; Micah's 1st day of school, Feb 2010; Micah and Robb on scooter, March 2010; Family pic at Hell's Gate Nat'l Park on Father's Day, June 20, 2010.
Kahawa, our 1-1/2 year old cat, died at the vet last night. We got him from another missionary family who was leaving last September. He didn't really become "our" cat until after we had him fixed. Then he stopped taking off, rarely stayed out all night, and was much friendlier, and more loving and playful!
We still don't know exactly what happened. I brought Kahawa to the vet Tuesday morning, and was told that he was hypothermic and had a large solid mass in his abdomen. He stayed over night, and even with a heating pad his extremities were still cold. The vet was not willing to do any procedures since Kahawa was too weak, and by Wednesday evening the vet informed us that Kahawa's condition was worsening and to be prepared that he might not make it through the night.
Well, he didn't make it through the night! I didn't realize that I had gotten so attached to him! Robb used to always say, "He's your cat!", and he was actually right! For some reason, Kahawa had decided that he was my cat! Whenever I sat down he would jump into my lap, often sharing it with my laptop. He would follow me around the house, play hide-n-seek around the laundry basket whenever I was taking clothes off the line, and generally just seemed to always want to be with me!
Our favorite memory of Kahawa is how he would playfully antagonize Micah. Kahawa would lay on the couch behind Micah's little chair and randomly reach out and swipe at Micah's neck or head! We would try hard not to laugh because he did sometimes scratch Micah, but we like to think of it as Kahawa giving pay backs! (I tried unsuccessfully to post a short video showing this.)
Two weeks ago our friends, Kurt and Angie, asked if we wanted to join them and a Kenyan friend, Rosemary, on a trip to western Kenya to visit a children’s center and an orphanage that Rosemary started.We would also be helping to hand out Operation Christmas Child boxes from Samaritan’s Purse.We readily agreed, as we do not often receive opportunities such as this!
We knew it would be a little tough since Robb would just be returning from an eight day Personnel Forum in Bristol the day before leaving, but we also did not anticipate that Char would catch a really good upper respiratory cold the day after he left for Bristol!We started to vacillate but still believed it would prove to be a great experience.Char was almost better the day of departure.
We set off at 7am Friday for the town of Port Victoria on Lake Victoria which was about a 9 hour drive north west of Nairobi, often over challenging roads.
Micah endured the long drive so well, though he refused to sleep (he gave in to about a 20 minute nap).He always thinks he is going to miss something!
It was an interesting, exhausting, challenging, and exciting long weekend!Rosemary is the receptionist at AIM IS and she has started two orphanages as well as a children’s center.We were able to visit the children’s center and one of the orphanages.The children’s center is in Port Victoria where Rosemary’s husband grew up and where they have a not quite finished house with running water but no electricity, which we all stayed in over the weekend.
The children’s center accommodates about 120 kids, most of whom have lost their parents to HIV/AIDS.They live with guardians, either grandparents, aunt/uncles, or foster families (who are poor – they often don’t have food and many kids do not have shoes), and they come to the center every day where they are provided with three meals (when available) and learning.
There are two volunteer teachers who care for the kids every day and teach them.The center itself sometimes does not have food for the kids (Kurt and Angie brought them a huge bag of beans and corn, and we were able to buy them a huge bag of rice there.) One of the teachers, Rose, who has been more or less running the center (Rosemary lives in Nairobi) has begun to search for a paying job so she can pay for her own children’s school fees.Rosemary does not have the funding to pay these two women so she is faithfully trusting the Lord to either provide funding to pay Rose or to provide a replacement when she leaves.
Handing out the boxes here was great!The kids were organized by gender and then by age.Micah was wonderful!We explained to him that most of these kids have nothing (including shoes, as he could see by the many bare feet) and that they do not have parents.He understood why he would not be receiving one of the boxes, and he wanted to be right in front handing boxes to the kids!He enjoyed watching the kids open their boxes and assisted many in opening their sweets (or candies), which was the highlight for him (and which was funny to us because he hardly ever gets candy!)He actually ate only one candy!
The amazing part of this process was witnessing the patience of the kids as they waited for all of the kids to receive a box.The kids were instructed to receive their box and then go sit down and wait until every child had received a box.Those who received one first just sat in their chairs holding their boxes in their laps, and they waited!
People who make and send in these boxes for kids have no idea where in the world they will end up.This was evident by the numerous girls who received hair brushes, combs, and hair accessories in their boxes.They were excited by them, however, most girls have extremely short hair and cannot use these items. Nice to be enlightened for future boxes we fill!
While in Port Victoria we were given a tour of sorts around the town.It was very warm and humid there.Lake Victoria is very large.It is bordered by Kenya, Uganda, and Tanzania.We were quite close to the Ugandan border.It is peaceful and beautiful there, and the air is fresh and clean. What a reprieve from the smog and noise of Nairobi!
Being right on the lake, Port Victoria is a fishing town.The men usually fish at night and by early morning women are spreading out tiny little fish, like minnows, on large tarps to dry in the sun.I imagine one eventually grows accustomed to the smell!They also catch larger fish, like Nile Perch and Tilapia.Their fishing boats are what one would expect from a small, remote town, simple and carved out of wood!
As we walked to the shore at several locations we had quite a large entourage of local kids joining us.
As has been typical here in Kenya, but even more so here, the kids were fascinated by Micah.They crowded around him, pointed at him, touched him, and sadly, also laughed at him.Understandably, this became a bit overwhelming for Micah.The two men who led us on our walk finally told the kids to back off and leave Micah alone!
Sunday, we drove several hours to Rosemary’s mom’s church to hand out more boxes.There were more kids than boxes but part of the reason for this was that all the kids in the area came to the church and began getting in line for a box.Word got out fast!
We then drove to the orphanage which was just around the block.When the kids at the church figured out where we were headed they all started running over to the orphanage.This was a frustrating, and sad experience.The boxes were supposed to go only to the orphans.It was clear that there were many more kids there than the orphans and it became a mob, several times.It was complete chaos.Parents were coming to the front holding out their kids and pleading for a box.We gave a box to a little girl with a cleft palate only to see her soon after with her mom who pushed her to the front again for another box!There were also kids in the mob who had already received a box at the last church!
Rosemary just gave up.After she and Robb made several attempts to control the crowd and the box distribution she finally just came back up to the platform and sat in her seat with her arms crossed.There were TONS of kids, no control, and no way to control it.We only had about 15 boxes left, so we decided to leave the boxes with the pastor and let him give them out at another time or as he saw fit.We left at that point.We had a long drive ahead of us!
We should have left much earlier as it is not safe to drive at night.We ended up having to drive in the dark for about 2-1/2 hours.I, Char, was actually scared!There are no street lights so you cannot see, and most cars do not switch their high beams to low as they pass so you often feel completely blind!First, we almost got rear ended.At one point a bus a few cars in front of us stopped in the middle of the road to let on or off passengers.We heard a loud screeching behind us and Robb quickly pulled into the opposite lane to avoid being hit from behind.We were so thankful that there were no cars coming in the opposite lane!
We then got pulled over at a police check (which are common, but not a great thing for westerners as they try get a bribe from you.)The policeman who approached our car started to accuse Robb of driving too close to him and trying to knock him over with our car (yes, we came near…he pulled us over!), then he shined his flashlight in all of our windows.Amazingly, he finally just let us go without asking for a thing!If nothing else, they will complain about being cold and ask for money to buy chai.
The Lord continued to watch over us!As I mentioned, you really cannot see a thing on the roads at night.You cannot tell exactly where the cars approaching you are, and as a truck approached we realized that he was coming at us in our lane passing a vehicle in his own.Of course he flashed us to move over and Robb was able to pull off the side of the road a bit, which was a huge blessing as there is often no where to pull over!
Lastly, we were almost home when we drove into a storm – it was downpouring and the roads were already flooded!Now we really couldn’t see!It was pouring the whole rest of the way home!We got home at 8:30pm!It was a nightmare, and we were exhausted!
We were praising the Lord for keeping us safe as we travelled back from our weekend adventure!Although we were very tired, and Robb had to go to work and Char was starting at Tumaini the next day, we were so thankful to have had that experience.It not only helped us to remember why we’re here – to help make a difference in peoples’ lives – but also gave us a renewed perspective on how so many people here live with so little but still seek to serve the Lord and give to those who are needier than they.
big Mama Giraffe emerge a little way off and just stand there glaring at us as the “kids” ran to her. What an amazing sight!! 
