Friday, December 31, 2010
In August, just before the arrival of our first team, we took our car to be cleaned. For various reasons and in many ways we tend to stick out from the crowd. This time it was our strange accent that gave us away. "A strange accent from the Midwest?" you ask yourself. "But I thought no one from the Midwest other than those from Minnesota or Wisconsin had strange accents?" And you would be correct in these thoughts. But when one lives in South Africa, as we do, and when South Africans speak English as they do, which they do, then we who have excellent pronunciation and good diction (except for my lisp which my Aunt Theresa was first to point out but which my grandma says is cute...so there!) sound strange. Did you catch that? In other words, people can tell we aren't from around here. Such was the case on this particular bygone day now in question.
As we paid for our car cleaning the lady in charge asked why we were here. Normally people are completely astounded, as Welkom is a major destination for no one. The travel books have this to say about Welkom: "Welkom is known for it's light traffic, due to the many traffic circles instead of the more traditional intersections. Also, 90% of all birds native to southern Africa can be found in this area. Other than that, there is no reason to go to Welkom." Many people include various expletives when asking why we have come to this area. It is only compounded when they learn we are actually Americans, since almost everyone's dream is leaving this town to live in America some day.
Well, Ignus and Suzanne knew of this water park on a farm about 1.5 hours from here. Since we also enjoy water parks, we agreed to make a day of it. The only caveat is that apparently the place is quite popular, so much so that one must arrive at least 30 minutes before they open to get in line so you can be one of the first into the park and stake out one of the prime plots under a tree, near a picnic table, and within sight of the kiddie pool. Parents understand the value in this. If you're not a parent, maybe one day you'll understand. Ignus was adamant that we arrive early in order to claim the best location in the entire park. Since opening was at 7:00am, this meant that we had to leave Welkom at 4:45am, an admittedly ridiculous and outlandish hour. But we grudgingly agreed to do so.
One advantage to living in the Southern Hemisphere is that our days are at their longest right now. By rights South Africa should be split into two separate time zones about two-thirds of the way through the country. But in an effort to keep things simple, some wise person, at some point in years past determined to just overlook this time zone thingy and make the country one big zone...which is nice. Either this same wise person or another wise person decided that this country would also not participate in the greatest of US traditions known as Daylight Savings. This means that in December-February our daylight starts roughly at 4:45am as well, giving us ample light in which to make our pilgrimage to this water park.
Well, things went swimmingly for the first hour of our trip. Then, as we neared the juncture where we would turn from the main road to head toward the water park, near disaster struck. It was early, my clock was a bit off from awakening and becoming active at such an hour. My body apparently decided it was time for my bowels to wake up as well. Only problem was I didn't know this until it was almost too late. There was very little warning, and I mean very little. There was a brief period of desperation as I internally discussed whether to pull over or whether I had enough intestinal fortitude to make the next town. Ignus and Suzanne had told us that we would stop in a small town for ice and the signs showed that town was close, so I decided to make a run for it (pun intended). Of course, it was at that time when we came right up behind a car that was out for a very early and very, very leisurely morning drive. My forehead broke out in a sweat as...well, you get the idea. And then I come to find out that someone had played a cruel trick, as the aforementioned sign that showed we were drawing near to our planned stop was misplaced. It said Orkney - 20km. At least 5 km later we passed a second sign. It said Orkney - 19km. I'm not sure how that happened, but it wreaked havoc on my already fragile psyche.
Amber must have noticed the beleaguered look on my face, the distress radiating from my body. She graciously asked me what the problem was, why I was so distraught over the slow driver, and why these two misleading road signs were such a big deal. I had to explain my problem - and do it in a most dignified manner. So I resorted to proper medical terminology, you know, diagnosing my condition with that word that starts with "D" and ends with "rhea". Now, apparently Drake has entered that stage wherein he hears everything said, then repeats it to himself over and over again. He also is in this cute stage where he likes to sing to himself. So he spends the next 10 minutes singing "Diarrhea, diarrhea, diarrhea." In case you were wondering, this didn't help at all.
Well, finally I can see the town in the distance, even passing a sign that had a food, gas, and toilet icon - oh, the blessed toilet icon. I thought since we were planning to stop anyway I could disguise myself by using one of my precious children as a diversion. You know that children always need to use the facilities on a road trip of any length. That way I would be saved the embarrassment of explaining to our new friends why I was so desperate to stop. Alas, this plan was all for naught. I couldn't take Meredith with me, and there was no way I could keep an eye on Drake whilst also... So I had to throw the car into park, make a dignified sprint to the restroom and find out it was a one-holer and that one hole was occupied. At this point there was no dignity left (and must not have been much to begin with if I'm posting this story). I needed to make sure whomever was occupying that stall was aware that there was a growing queue for use of same. So I proceeded to knock both politely and urgently, so as to convey that I was a nice enough guy but please hurry. And it must have worked, because presently the stall was vacated, but not for long.
Just before we are about to turn around and head that way, another carload with a family clearly prepared for a day of aquatic excitement rounds the bend. On seeing the road unpassable they share a quick Afrikaans conversation with Ignus and Suzanne, in which our party learns that this new family knows a back way, shortcutting our trip and possibly allowing us to arrive in time to preserve this coveted picnic spot. Although it's possible that this family could be part of the plot to delay us and prevent our attempts to claim this small tract of land as our own. Being the intrepid adventurers that we are, we decided to follow this new family to wherever the road might lead.
Finally, after much difficulty, we reached the water park. It had 1 big tube slide, 2 small waterslides, a wave pool, three small pools of various sizes and depths, and a warm pool - why it was warm don't ask me, just know that it seemed to be popular with all the children. In addition to the pools there were several exotic swings, merry-go-rounds, and other miscellaneous play equipment. There were several chalets, a campground, and many trees with picnic tables and grills nearby. In fact, in my opinion, there were several attractive locations. But fortunately, our extremely early departure, combined with a washed out bridge and the accompanying brave venture through the mud overcame the slight delay I had caused to allow us to arrive before the crowds and claim the prized setting.And we spent the rest of the day swimming, playing games, watching the children and did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu... ...as Amber pulls the plug on this narrative
Monday, December 27, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sunrise itself has been around for awhile, and as far as residential areas in the township, it is relatively safe and calm - key word being "relatively". There are frequent fights, stabbings, break-ins, and drunken brawls. The gangs of Sunrise often fight with other gangs, specifically the guys from Straighteen. But the people of Sunrise generally band together as opposed to other sections of the townships where it's every man for himself. I get most of this information from talking to the guys and other people we know around here.
Within Sunrise is a school named Nanabolela. According to Bridge this is the 2nd worst ranked school in Thabong per the last published matric results. We're talking about probably 15+ schools, so it's a bit of a distinction to be ranked so low. In addition to this, we've heard the school itself has a reputation of both gang-related and demonic activity. Bridge and I met with the principal of this school and he agreed to allow us to use the rooms on Sundays for meetings and outreach activities.
There are several logistical challenges. Most of the rooms are relatively small, probably accommodating 75 people if we really packed them in. Due to vandalism all the rooms have been stripped of any electrical wiring. Every room is covered in graffiti. When we arrive each week the room we use has somehow gathered a whole new coating of dust and piles of rubbish. The school does have chairs, but it is another weekly task to collect them and sort them, as several are broken and most have been scattered over the school property. But the fact that we have a place to meet each week is a blessing.
The first week we had 25 people. Of those 25, 7 of them were young boys from the neighborhood whom we had never met before. Actually that isn't true. We met them about 15 minutes before the service, as they had come over to the school property just to engage in some sort of hooliganism. DJ went over and told them they needed to leave the property or join us in church. Of course, they left immediately. But to our surprise they went home, cleaned up and returned to the school with a couple more friends for church.
Two of those boys have been at the other two services we've held, and each week they're back with a couple different friends that they've invited to join them. The second week we were at 27, and then our third week we ran up to 33. We haven't yet had a concerted effort to promote the church within the surrounding neighborhoods, and God is already given us a good start. Most of the people coming are former contacts of ours or family of DJ's.
And if there is anyone out there who is seriously considering long-term ministry, contact us. We would love to share with you the opportunities around here.
Pray for us and the Niehoffs as we work with this church outreach, and for the guys as they help us.
Oh, and one more story: I mentioned that the walls are covered in graffiti. I don't exactly have a Ph.D. in Informal Arts, but I've seen enough exhibits on bridges and boxcars to know that most isn't appropriate (although as an interesting side note, you can always tell the difference between big-city artwork and the redneck Iowa craft). Well, before our first service I didn't take the time to properly tour the gallery in our chosen room. After the service I noticed I had preached the entire service standing in front of a sharpie depiction of a scantily clad female. Fortunately, it was relatively small and amongst all the other exhibits proclaiming who had been there, which disk jockey is the greatest, or who is enjoying the company of whom there was enough clutter that this one didn't particularly stand out. The next week I made sure to strategically place my portable white board over that section of the gallery.
The third week it wasn't a problem, because the room we had been using and had cleaned up was now blocked with a freshly welded set of bars. The bars were there because the room was now filled with fencing materials. The school needs new fencing because some drunk person had been showing off on the road, tried to peel out, lost control and blew through the gate, destroying both the gate and several sections of the existing fencing. So we had to find a new room to clean and straighten. TIA: This is Africa and you never know what will happen next.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Last week we went to Dunamis Christian School, the school we have partnered with in the past and with whom we plan to work as we receive children at Restoring Hope Village. We went there to see the end-of-term awards ceremony. While there we realized Okuhle wasn't and we asked about her. We learned that in October she went to live with her step-father and his wife in Hani Park. This man is the father of her youngest sister and Okuhle has known him for a large portion of her life. He was not present with the family when her mother died, but has since returned to the area. At the time he wasn't in a position to care for her for various reasons. Okuhle has always had a strong bond with him and in the past we've taken her to visit him. Most of the time it was because she wanted to go and share the gospel with him.
After learning of her new living situation we wanted to follow up with her and make sure everything was fine. We were able to track her down and sit down with her for a long talk. During that talk it was evident that she really enjoyed living with her "parents". She has a good relationship with both - she herself told us that sometimes she is afraid she is too good of friends with her stepmother so that she wouldn't be as strict as Okuhle knows she should be. We found out that her parents have given house rules that she has to follow and chores to do. It appears they are taking a real interest in her life.
We let her know that if she ever needed anything to give us a call. Last Saturday I got a text to call her (cell phones are prepaid and most people never have credit on them - they can send a free message asking for a callback). I called and she said she didn't feel safe. Both her parents were at a funeral and 4 girls from the neighborhood were giving her a hard time. Normally we wouldn't just come running for something that seemed so minor to us, but given the circumstances and the realities of township life, we thought it best to check on things.
Okuhle has long craved a family relationship. To see now that she has what looks like one is such a blessing. Many of you know that she has a younger brother and sister. The brother has been with relatives in another province since her mother died - a long story. The young sister was very sick and still requires significant medical care with a strict regimen of ARV's (HIV medication). So for now it appears Okuhle will be the only one to live with her new "parents", but she still cares for her siblings and checks up on her young sister.
It is exciting for us to see that Okuhle still has a passion for Jesus, still reads her Bible and takes notes in church, and is witnessing to the friend that she has made since her return to Hani Park. Please continue to pray for safety, protection, and spiritual growth for this young woman.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
We don't know how God will use this once a week outreach, but we just want to be faithful to sharing the Gospel with those who might not ever hear it. It's possible that since these children are here because their guardian is in hospice care, they may end up being some of our first children at Restoring Hope Village.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
|Since turkey is hard to come by, we used a couple chickens instead.|
|Carving the "turkeys"|
|Poultry, Stuffing, Monkey Bread, Corn, Noodle Gravy, Mashed Potatoes, Pumpkin, Jello Salad, and Apple Pie!|
|Bridge's favorite was the pumpkin with pecans and brown sugar topping.|
|Dwayne's favorite was everything.|
|Reading the Thanksgiving story.|
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The following stories were related to us through Morning Star, a Christian daycare here in town that cares for HIV+ children. It's stories like these that help you understand the culture we're working in and why a ministry like this is needed so desperately. By no means are these stories unique or altogether unusual.
Please use discretion for age appropriateness.