Needing Faith

This week I spent time with four pastors each in different regions of Senegal.  I ate fish and rice or millet and talked about different aspects of their ministry. They each have different visions and challenges in their work but share a passion to advance the Gospel in their communities. We talked mostly about development projects - since this is my focus of work, but also talked about their struggle to make ends meet.

The support they receive is not sufficient, neither is their church capable of taking care of them.  They desire to be self-sufficient and to provide well for the needs of their family, but their present conditions do not foster this. At the same time, they carry the burden of responsibility for their church members and mercy needs in their community. As I talk with them and they ask me for assistance, I join in carrying their burdens, but I also do not have sufficient means to satisfy their requests. 

This afternoon I went with Pastor Moussa to visit a widow who recently moved to Mbour. She lives with her children in a squatter community near the church. When we arrived at her hut, we found her four children left to themselves while she was washing clothes in Mbour. Her older children recently arrived in Mbour to stay with her during the school vacation. They live in a one room hut with dirt floors. It is an improvement from their first hut that was thatch and did not protect them from the rain. One of her sons has a serious sore on his head probably caused from their living conditions. 

When Deba’s husband died she was obliged to marry another relative, but the arrangement did not work. To fend for herself and her children she left her village to search for employment in Mbour. Her present house can be taken from her at any moment that the landlord returns. Moussa has asked me to find help for her - a permanent place to live and temporary support until she can have a more stable source of income. Truthfully, I want to say to him that I have too many other projects that need funding. I don’t think I can find enough money for this too.   

At the root, I lack faith that God can provide for ALL the needs and requests that people ask of me - funds for projects for the pastors, their churches and communities. Though as I write this I am reminded of Ephesians 3:20 "Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen."

AIDSFAM and Micro-jardins

Bon Samaritain Groupement 

Hammering 

Enjoying posing for a photo

Pape (literacy teacher/groupement facilitator), Pastor Ibou and Marie Agnes (Ibou's wife and literacy teacher)

Mixing Subtract

The first week of August, twenty women of the Bon Samaritain group at the FM church's center were trained in "micro-jardins" - hydroponic vegetable gardens. Now there are twenty vegetable tables on the roof top of the center and soon vegetables to sell! It was a joy for me to watch this women's group come together and hammer nails and boards to make these tables. The women in the group are mothers in the community who have participated in the center's literacy classes. 

The overall objectives of the project are to encourage the FM church in their ministry to these women and provide the group with a new skill and income generating activity. Thanks to a generous donation by AIDSFAM (http://aidsfam.org) this project was possible! Pray for these ladies to be faithful wives, mothers and stewards of the gifts they have been given. Ask that God's truth would change their lives. 

Fatou Guèye and the ëmb project

Fatou Guèye inspires and motivates me in development. She is a widow, a mother, a friend, a leader, a hard worker and a beggar.  I met her on the street when she asked me for money and through our friendship we started a small group with other street women.  Together these women, professional beggars, have saved money and received small loans for income generating activities.  This year five of them learned how to sew and now have a new skill they can put to use to earn money for their families.  In collaboration with a local women's association, we started an income generating project called ëmb ("bundle" in Wolof).  

The goal of ëmb is for members of the women's association to produce and sell handcrafts locally and internationally.  We are in the beginning stages of this project and currently selling table cloths, tie dye cloth bags, and change purses.  We hope to expand and improve our product line in the future months. Please contact me if you are interested in ordering any of these products. All the proceeds go to the women's association to be invested into future projects and to support the women. 

Goree Island

"From this door

        for a voyage without return

      they went, their eyes fixed

    on the infinite suffering."

Kayaking to Goree Island with Katie (summer intern) her last week

Answers don't always arrive in the expected package of our desire or provide the solution we longed to obtain. Nevertheless, time moves forward and it's either sink or swim. My sinus headaches continue to bring fatigue and I need wisdom in knowing how to live in God's grace. Please pray for strength in knowing how to cope with this constant struggle.

Questions

I've been thinking a lot since I've come back from my trip home what I want this next year to look like. Several ideas and questions come to my mind that I am mulling over. One question that needs to be addressed is my health - what do I need to do about my lingering sinus infection? Today, I felt achy along with a sinus headache and congestion and a colleague suggested I have elders of the church anoint me with oil and pray over me. When I came back home this evening my neighbor told me I should drink local tisanes and juices to clear my sinus and boost my energy. Another idea I'm looking into is purchasing an air filter and looking for a new apartment that is not on a sandy street. I go back and forth about moving...I love my little neighborhood and would be sad to leave all of the kids who run up to me every time I go out and shake my hand (and sometimes even curtsey). Sunday I found out that my neighbor had a baby girl and named her little Anna "Anna Ndaw." So I am torn... another factor is that I would like to be closer for a while to the village churches to be able to visit more often and understand their economic constraints and opportunities. Another potential opportunity is for me to study French in France for a month to have an intense time of sharpening my language skills to be better equipped to train church leaders. I may not go if a training opportunity comes up in economic development. To throw into the mix a female intern is coming in November and would like to live with someone, and I am planning to find a place with her. Adding to this most of my teammates are returning to the States for a few months and I will be mostly by myself and thought it would be nice not be in Dakar as much and mostly stay out in the village area. I've found a place I can stay for a while in a city near the villages and my colleague has offered to let me store some of my belongings in her apartment. But then the decision comes back to my health and maybe I need to have a procedure to clear up my infection - I'm waiting for the doctor to find out about this. Well I'll save my other questions for the near future. I could use prayer for wisdom.

If you read this and understood my rambling thoughts, I'm impressed. If you have advice feel free to comment.

"Once a bright point..." Article from IHT

Interesting article about the discontentment in the beacon of West Africa.

http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/06/18/africa/senegal.php?WT.mc_id=rssmostem

It's a little ironic because I just read this article after having an 8 hour electricity cut.

A friend sent me this quote and verse in her prayer letter and I wanted to share it with you. Will you pray for transformation in my life and the people I encounter in West Africa?


'Give a man a fish and he has food for a day (relief)
Teach a man to fish and he has food for a lifetime (development)
Empower a man to think about fishing in new ways and his life will be changed forever (transformation)'

Old Chinese proverb adapted by Scott Allen and Darrow Miller

Romans 12:2

"Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is -- his good, pleasing and perfect will."

Ghana

One of my favorite aspects about Ghana was the Presbyterian church we worshipped at on Sunday at 7 a.m. in the morning (the sun rises at 5 a. m. and they only have one English service). The church building dates back to 1902 and on the morning we went it was packed. It was beautiful to be in such a large church of a few hundred people when I am use to going to small churches, sometimes of 20 people.




The first morning in Accra I took a long walk and found the advertisement signs amusing. Maybe you can explain to me the meaning of this sign.



This was the first time I've seen this written on an ambulance and thought it was picture worthy.

Ghana

I spent this past week in Ghana at a Christian Economic Development Institute facilitated by the Chalmers Center. It was a privilege for me to see my professor, Dr. Brian Fikkert and meet Christian African leaders from Kenya, Brundi, Rwanda, Nigeria, Togo, Ghana, Malawi, Uganda, and other African countries. It was a reminder to me of God's presence in Africa and the history of the church. In this picture I am sitting in between a Togolese Pastor and Ghanian Pastor who were at the conference and are involved with our mission's theological education program. We stayed at Salvation Army hostel that had the bare minimum but that worked fine for a week.

Back in Senegal

After taking a nap, re-arranging my apartment, having a good night sleep, talking to my neighbors, getting some work done and going for a swim, I feel better being back in Senegal. it is warmer and more humid than when I left, and with the heat brings more frequent electricity outages. I have to remember I'm in Africa and if you don't have the luxury of a generator and air conditioning you just have to take it a little slower.

Return from vacation

Welcome back to Senegal! I was greeted by the smell of polluted air as I stepped off the plane and made my way to the baggage claim to be told one of my suitcases had not arrived. After bartering with a handful of taxi drivers, I was on my way to my apartment to discover an electricity outage. Since I didn't sleep on the plane I headed for bed with the distance prayer calls of the morning...

Yesterday, I was fine coming back to Senegal, but I think this morning I'm realizing it may be more of an adjustment back than I realized - and that's okay. I loved getting to see many of you and appreciated your support and encouragement to me.

Cotton Weaving

This women cultivates cotton and spins it into thread, and then has someone come and weave it into a beautiful blanket. They use the blankets for many ceremonies, the girl in the picture is demonstrating how they wear it for weddings in their village.

Blood work and bad food

I woke up today and took Samba to get blood work. It sounds simple enough and we had gone to a clinic yesterday that said come back in the morning at 8 before she has anything to eat or drink to get blood work done. We arrive, wait in line to pay and then as we are walking over to the lab a patient says that they ran out of syringes and may not have any tomorrow either. Right, how does a lab run out of syringes? So I decide to go to the downtown hospital and the taxi drops us off in front of the lab building and we go in and grab a number, #351, and they are in the low 300s. After waiting for an hour or so, our number comes up and I go to give them the information and the lady tells me I need to pay first. Oh. I should have known that there was some other building like at the other clinic but it just was not that clear to me. She says I can go and pay and then come right back. I go to the other building and find out that the blood work will cost almost four times as much as the previous clinic and I don't have that amount with me and their credit machine does not work. I go get Samba and we end up going to a private clinic right near my house, that my team leader had mentioned to me when were waiting in line. They are a little cheaper and let me go home to get the money while Samba waits.

In the afternoon, Rhadijah, my neighbor girl below me comes up to help me water my garden and stays the afternoon to keep Samba company. She helps Samba communicate with me and explains things like she doesn't like how I cook eggs, etc. I'm finding it challenging knowing what to find for her to eat and have decided tonight to give up on trying to make things for her. A friend is coming tomorrow morning and is going to prepare food with Samba that she likes and let me know what to buy. It's a challenge taking care of someone from a different culture, who is not able to fully communicate with you. She is very sweet but I don't feel like I know how to love her and take care of her as I would like to. She likes writing, copying paragraphs out of books so I wrote out Psalm 23 for her to copy in French and then showed her other passages in the Bible. She wants to learn more about the Bible and I need to spend more time helping her learn. I realize I am used to people who have a basic grasp of the Bible and the stories. What does it mean to show someone the Bible and explain it to them for the first time? I feel ill prepared. Maybe tomorrow we will look at Genesis and creation.

I'm tired and want my freedom back, just to work without taking care of someone else. I thought she might be able to stay with family for the weekend, but they will be out of town. I know she is suppose to be with me. I need God's grace to get me through.

Samba

Today marks the third day in a row that I have gone to the doctor. No, I am not sick, I am perfectly healthy. Last month I was introduced to Sambatew in one of the villages I work in and learned her story and saw the open sores on her left leg. They have been there for three years and have become serious enough that she can longer go to school (She is 17 and stopped going after 5th grade). The doctor this morning told me that she has lost her circulation in left leg. Her x-rays show that the infection has reached her bone. She has been staying with me the past few days and I have learned just how independent I am and how it's hard looking after someone. It's been a humbling experience for me and I pray that God would give the wisdom and love to serve Him through this time. I would appreciate your prayers for Samba to heal from her infection and for her life to be complete in Christ. She does not know much at all about the Bible, but is very open and I think would like to know more.

Asking questions

When my return bus arrived this morning in the village it was packed full of people with only standing room left. The driver said they would get off at the main road several kilometers away so climb in. We drove down the road and every time the bus driver saw another person he waved for them to get in too. I really did not think there was room when I got in considering there was already a couple of people standing on the stairs going into the bus. I was given a makeshift seat next to the driver, but really there was no room, even the aisles had an extra seat built in and with all the kids on laps there could have been a hundred people at least over fifty. I tried not to think what would happen if there was an accident. One of our stops was at a market and one man got off dangling a lamb by its neck, and then I noticed other men dragging tied up sheep from the roof of the bus --- market day for the shepherds. Never boring going back to the city...

I went to the mission/national church leaders meeting on Thursday and then went with one of the pastor's to visit his two church plants. It was encouraging and disheartening. The pastor has been working with these churches for four years and three years ago started savings and loan groups with each of the churches which have been running successfully. The fund is for the development of the church but they said it is still too small for them to use it in any significant ways. They divide it up and then loan it to each member to generate interest. Two years ago, both of the churches had a joint week long business training seminar to examine potential income generating activities, but have still yet to receive any finances for projects. They opened an account at a credit mutual but after saving money for a few months were told there was no money for them to have a loan, so they withdrew their funds. The pastor explained to me that the church has suffered greatly because they have been promised a well or other funding but nothing has come about. For the one village the closest well is one and half kilometers away and they can spend hours just to fetch water.

I visited the second church in the evening and saw the progress of their church building being constructed and talked to church members. At the end of our visit after they shared with me all of their needs and desires for their church group, the deacon shared with the pastor that the masons working on the building needed food to have energy to finish up the church. They have nothing left to eat and the food from their harvest was finished in December. If they could have money for rice and oil for ten days then they could finish the work of the church.

Tonight my heart is heavy with their suffering, I question what is the best way to help. Would it just be better for the advancement and development of the churches, if I leave them the rest of my support money and return home? I'm not sure, and I have more to learn about all the churches before I can come to a conclusion. Until I know, I will continue asking questions and pray that God would make it clear.

Samba and Sas

Unpacking and repacking has been a theme of mine the past few weeks and will continue. I just returned this afternoon from a village where I met a girl name Samba Anis who is seventeen years old and has had an infection on her leg for the past two years and because of this can no longer attend school. The pastor who I was staying with wanted me to visit her so I could take a picture of her wound---they said it looked better today because she had cleaned it but yesterday puss streamed out when she unwrapped her skirt. Three main sores which look like holes to me are scattered around her upper leg. I took the pictures and then we prayed for her healing. She has refused to see a Muslim Marabout and perform sacrifices to spirits, but has not yet been taken to the hospital for treatment. It hard to image sores like this go untreated for so long when you are used to going to the doctor for minor ills if they last more than a couple of days much less a couple of years.

I went out on Thursday to start a learning conversation group with a village 2 km from the pastor's house. We started with a lesson on household budgets and examining the income and expenses of their community. We had the session under a neem tree beside a group of huts and a tree where villagers perform sacrifices and offerings to spirits. As we discussed the expenses, we brought up the ones that may need to be cut back such as appeasing spirits. For every phrase I said the pastor spoke for five minutes explaining the concept into Seereer. He told animated stories to explain ideas and it was a beautiful picture of a Western learning tool adapted to a village context. Hopeful these learning conversations will continue to be a great way for the pastor and the village to better understand their financial limits and constraints and discover ways to improve them.

Weekend Village Trip

Under a thatched roof in a mud brick house with flashlights and a kerosene candle sat a handful of members of the community --- Muslims and Christians who live in a small village a few hours southeast of the capital city. When I asked them what they liked about their community they said relationships and the unity. Is that the first thing people in the States would say?

Many different organizations have worked in this area and come to them asking them if they would like funding for projects and they said they are not interested in forming a savings group or receiving credit. When they have received loans in the past they said that is hard to pay them back in the time allowed and end up losing out in the long run because they end up having to sell an asset to pay back the loan. However, they are interested in training --- learning how to manage their finances and understanding what to do with their money. They said they have never received training, only finances.

I spent the weekend in a neighboring, larger village with a presbyterian pastor and his family. They started a church last April and have a consistent attendance of fifty people each Sunday who meet under a white tent in front of his house. The stories of God's work in the lives of members of his church are amazing testimonies of God's grace--- I met the mother of a member who had tried to have her daughter killed for becoming a Christian and now herself has come to faith in Jesus.

I had other meetings over the weekend to discuss how I could serve the ladies in the church and encourage them through economic development training. We discussed different options of starting a group to save money, studying basic financial principals and looking into livelihood training such as dying fabric or sewing classes. Some of the ladies have never received formal education and are eager to learn how to better use their resources.

Pray for these ladies that they may be encouraged in their faith and through learning what it means to be stewards of God's creation. Please ask God to give me wisdom and direction as I plan and serve this church and community. It means I will be traveling more and need discernment in knowing how to be a good resource of my time and energy. May God be glorified through this project.

Thanks for all of your faithful support!

Highlights

After having my parents with me all the time for ten days, I feel a little lost without them tonight in my quiet apartment listening to the baahing of the neighborhood sheep. Their visit was a great opportunity for me to take a break from my work and spend time showing them all the different aspects of my life in West Africa.

Parents in Town

My dad and mom arrived Saturday night to visit me for the week, and so far we have had two days packed full of activities---attending a Seereer Bible dedication ceremony, visiting our national churches' training center, eating ceeb u jen (national dish of fish and rice), stopping in on a literacy class and learning how to pound millet. Actually, all the new sights made them forget my birthday yesterday but at least I had a couple of friends send me a Happy Birthday text message. oh well...