Saturday, June 30, 2012

Memorizing the Memory Game

The Memory game was a gift to the children of the Sanctuary Babies Home during my last visit. I looked forward to playing with the children again this time so we hauled out the game, which was surprisingly still complete. The card titles were marked numerically to ensure all the pieces were there. Good idea? Elijah and Huntington, rather than remembering where the pictures are on the board, memorized which number matched which number. Right, why bother turning the card over when there’s a number on the card to indicate which go together. Seems like cheating to me but these boys were sharp, impressive, and they still had to memorize something. Silly boys.


Elijah and Huntington are the best, the children chant each time they make a match.

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Thursday, June 21, 2012

Kipepeo Designs

I met Rachel because a former coworker recognized the parallels of our ministries in East Africa. An early partner in Kipepeo Designs (Kipepeo is the Swahili word for butterfly), Rachel travels from the UK to Kenya four times each year to be with the ministry. As only God could plan, she was scheduled to reach Kenya during the small window when I would be there as well.

The old way of grinding paper to a pulp, by hand.
The new way of grinding paper to a pulp.




















Like meeting an old friend, Rachel hopped out of the car to greet me with a hug. Ya’ll know that’s my kind of greeting. We quickly and easily began chatting about our lives and our ministries during our ride to the offices just outside Kibera slum – the largest in Kenya. We found piles of ladies hard at work…taking tea. Teatime is an integral part of the daily work schedule, having been colonized by the British, and we enjoyed a spot of tea ourselves.

Rachel offered me a tour of the compound and introduced me to every lady by name – why do I have such a hard time mastering the names of every person I work with, Lord please help me – to see the process of card making. Grinding paper to a pulp, sifting, flattening, drying, and adding the decoration – the process flowed smoothly. The ladies were quite welcoming and eager to show me exactly how their step in the process works. It seemed simple, but I have a feeling there’s a real art to the science of making paper.

Back in the office a small team meeting ensued where I sensed a few areas where I might be of use. These very smart ladies are sometimes too close to the problem to recognize it for themselves but they were so very willing to hear my thoughts on the topic at hand. I’m so thankful I was able to add some small value during this short visit and pray that we have the opportunity to work together again in the future (we’re already scheming).

In the mean time, just wait until you see the adorable card designs I’m bringing back to the States for you to enjoy while at the same time helping support the women of Kipepeo Designs.


I've got six of these little guys and a pile of others for you to select from.
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Encourage One Another

"Hi Brenda," they're all shouting. These are the babies under the care of
Jacaranda Kids while maamas are hard at work.
Our final day together came much too quickly. On one hand I’m anxious to get home. On another, I’d love to stay a few more weeks. I felt less well prepared for this visit than I should have been in this sea of opportunities and it was only toward the last day that the ladies really started telling me what they wanted and needed. I could have easily come with an agenda but their own self discovery was essential to the willingness to receive and implement change. Now that they’ve reached that marker…it’s time to go home. Grr…I’d love to stay the whole time Brenda is away but God will strengthen and encourage them and he will give them the wisdom they need to become the leaders he designed them to be.

 
The children tugged and pulled at me but when the camera came out,
the poses were on.
Pauline organized a meeting with the parents of sponsored children in the Marururi slum. She encouraged them to participate in the education of their children both academically and financially. Sometimes providing outside help creates a sense of entitlement that leaves parents expecting (demanding) more. Yet Jacaranda wants to be sure that parents understand they have a role in co-laboring with Jacaranda to educate their children. Managing child sponsorships is so tricky. Fees increase, unique needs arise, things change. Still, just as we co-labor with God one of Surprised by Hope’s and Jacaranda’s values is that people co-labor with us toward their own betterment. It’s a biblical model.

Aggrey, Sarah, Linda, Gertrude, Shaan, Pauline, and Sheila
Our last few hours together were spent as a team encouraging one another and building each other up. We talked about the grieving of losing Brenda’s daily tenderness and attention to each detail of the lives of every one of the Jacaranda leaders. This realization helped everyone understand how much they love and appreciate her and that she is not gone (she is in the States), but she is also not able to meet that relational need in the same way as before. The realization also helped them think more about how the people in the slums where she visits will also be missing her and that they have the opportunity to minister to them in a new way. We also talked about the need for unity of the Spirit as the enemy would surely use Brenda’s absence as an opportunity to create division and frustration. Please pray regularly with me that this would not be allowed a stronghold.

Sarah, Leslie, and Shelia
On a more practical front, we discussed the importance of balancing income and expenses and ways to decrease expenses and increase income. Everyone shared some great ideas and I challenged them to take action rather than leave them on the table as ideas. We also talked about some very important ways to be productive during slower periods – by investing in ministry and training the branch leaders, by developing new product ideas, by seeking new markets, by practicing spiritual disciplines.

I cannot tell you strongly enough how very much I love these precious people. I wish I could be here all the time to learn from them, to encourage them, and to help them. They are truly a group of gifted people and these are the people you support when you purchase a Jacaranda product. Thank you for making this possible!
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Lynette Learns to Sew

Sarah shows Lynette how to measure a product and
create a pattern from that item.
Every day Lynette appears at Jacaranda hoping for work. She most well known for her delicious cooking but she is also an eager learner. This day, Sarah is teaching Lynette how to replicate a product by taking measurements, drawing a pattern, and cutting the fabric. Sarah patiently looks on as Lynette overcomes her awkwardness with the scissors and pins – the same awkwardness I saw in the Konoweka ladies when learning to sew the girly dresses.

Once the pattern was cut, Sarah guided Lynette in sewing that product together. Just about then, the power went out and the treadle machine broke. I never did see the finished product before I left but I know this template turned out beautiful. I had hoped to be the one to purchase that first run but it wasn’t to be. Now Lynette will be the only woman who knows how to make this lunch bag type product and will likely get work as a result. The ladies will be challenged to find a source for selling these and all the beautiful Jacaranda products.




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Jacaranda Quality Check

Managers deliver products from their branch for inspection by Sarah before being paid for their work. Sarah – the one woman, one slum, one sewing machine lady because of whom so much of Jacaranda was built – carefully looks over the stitching and notices the improvements in quality between this and the previous order delivery. While they’re not perfect, they are beautiful, she accepts the order. Sarah is such an encourager. She helps these ladies overcome their insecurities through encouragement and reinforcement which results in better quality work in the jacaranda product line.

I had a lot of time to talk with Sarah about her methods and ways and learned so much from her. I believe she is absolutely right when she says the ladies of Konoweka need a mentor who is already an excellent tailor to help them practice rather than leaving them to themselves or to a spiritual leader. The model is forming in my head about how to make possible the financial arrangements needed to have a staff tailor who can travel from group to group teaching and mentoring. I can never learn enough from Sarah and am so thankful to her and to Brenda for their time and investment in these ladies and in me as I try to help other groups of ladies.
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The Steeres in Kenya

What a lovely teacher Mardi is. I am so very thankful for the opportunity to have spent some time on rounds with her. Observing her with her doctor-students revealed her heart in helping people learn and grow so that they are best qualified to care for patients on their own. Her gentle way with the students, her humble admission of the need for research to find answers, and her thorough understanding of the cultural realities of life and death in a developing nation leave me in awe of her precious spirit.

We enjoyed a bit of lunch together and then walked to her nearby home where her husband, my U.S. Pastor’s nephew, was having lunch with their two children. Andy was in heaven with his box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese – a gift from I know not where. I didn’t think to ask why he wasn’t sharing with the children – the more common lovers of such treats. Andy is using his engineering background and his project management experience to help the local officials strengthen their infrastructure in the area.

The gift of having met Mardi and Andy was immeasurable (check out their website). That they would set aside their time for me with no known beneficial outcome to them was special but that they would so warmly welcome me and invite me into their lives was a true pleasure. I came away from this short visit so incredibly blessed.
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A Dolly for Faith From David

While I realize boy dolly sponsors often intend their gift to be for boy children, when the doctor says “this one” you kind of have to go with it. Further, there were no older boy children admitted at the moment. Faith, however, was the perfect candidate for this gift from David. She laid in her bed whimpering. As a mother, being unable to help alleviate any child from the pain causing whimpering is excruciating. However, when the dolly was tucked under Faith’s arm she slowly began to examine the card tied around the dolly’s neck (the one helping me remember who the gift was from). The whimpering stopped for a short while. Thank you Jesus!



Faith’s health was a bit of a different case. She may suffer from Noonan Syndrome – a less common yet familiar-to-Mardi illness because of having seen a case many years ago. Her assessment led to the ordering of proper tests for confirmation and care for immediate needs. The whimpering began again. Faith’s grandmother held the girl as she whimpered unendingly. Oh how I longed to hold her for myself. Given the look of the grandmother, probably from a village, I presumed that Faith would not have had much exposure to white people and thus would likely cry harder if I were to pick her up…so I left her in the capable arms of her grandmother. Instead, as the team worked, I said a silent prayer for the easing of her pain and for the swift diagnosis and treatment…and for her family to know how to best care for her as she grows.

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A Dolly for Joy from Lou

A long winding road reminiscent of the foot of the Rocky Mountains led up, up, up and then down, down, down. The lush trees lined the tight curves as we passed the Rift Valley Academy, a world renowned international school for children. The Kijabi hospital sits on the side of the hills overlooking the fog-filled valley. In the pediatric ward, Mardi greeted me from a distance with a happy wave. Mardi, my U.S. pastor’s niece-in-law, warmly welcomed me as I prepared to conduct rounds with her and the two Kenyan residents she is carefully mentoring. We prayed before we set off to check on the 20 or so children stationed in their beds along with a caretaker. Mothers, aunts, or grandmothers stay (sleep, eat, bathe, etc.) with children in the hospital to supplement care. Further none are allowed to leave regardless of their health until the bill is paid.

Joy’s condition improved but not quite enough to release her from the hospital. She and so many other children admitted here suffer from dysentery. Although most of the children here are babies, even older children like Joy lack the nutrition needed to fight even the simplest diseases without the assistance of vitamin supplements and medical care. Joy was surprised, wary, and then quite pleased to receive her little gift. Although the surrounding mothers were happier to inspect the dolly while Joy was warming to the idea, she eventually welcomed her new patient with joy.

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The Carnivore

Every good mission trip to Africa must end with a safari and then a hardy meal; ours was no different. The Carnivore was prepared with meats of all kinds skewered tightly to sharp knives. My eye immediately wandered to the dessert menu. The tip of the skewer was placed on my plate and the meat was sawed off in small pieces so as to save room for the next through-coming meat. Pork, beef, chicken, and more all with flavors somehow familiar yet not. The food was delicious, just what we all needed. The ostrich was salty and beef-like. The crocodile was disgusting, although my distaste for seafood likely influenced my opinion. I didn’t even try the “balls” of some creature. Just couldn’t do it.
Look closely at the background.




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Amboseli National Park

Four trucks loaded with the mission team.



My lodging.

My view.


Hippos...in case you can't tell.

Secretary bird.

Here is where my camera battery died.
Thank you, Joy, for sharing your photos.



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Turtle Bay Beach Resort

Rest. Beauty. Peace. The two teams joined the Biblical Life Ministries’ board of directors at Turtle Bay Beach Resort on the coast in Malindi, Kenya. Welcomed by a warm, wet towel and a small glass of passion juice we refreshed ourselves before checking into our rooms and exploring the oceanfront. Our week of ministry and “hard living” exhausted many, I chuckle at the hard living perspective. One night of rest before returning to Nairobi was filled with beach walks, tidal pool explorations, and swimming (in the pool).


This is the rock by which the area gets its name (when the tide is in).







Sunrise. Tide is in.

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Pastor Jefwa's Church

Sunday school began with a song and I told the story of the shoes. I talked about our experience before Max’s first day of kindergarten and gave examples of how a child’s shoes don’t always reveal much about their life at home…about the hardships they may face. For example, I suggested that one five-year-old child who wears two different shoes may find herself caring for her siblings while her father tries to find work. I suggested that another child who has no shoes may put on shiny black ones just before heading off to school following morning tea. I suggested that another child who wears smart-looking sandals may have been beaten until those sandals were perfectly clean. It was sad to watch the children nod as they recognized some of their own truths in these examples.
I challenged these children to walk in the way of love (Ephesians 5:1-2) because they don’t know what life is like for other children behind their closed curtain. The simple message was well received and when shared with the adults during the church service was met with a few very loud “Amens.” Gossip is a real problem here and these people – men and women alike – appreciated the call to love one another rather than judge and gossip about them.






The pastor's boys were engrossed in reading (aloud during the sermon)
from the English children's Bible.
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