This blog will pick up the next time I find myself on another crazy adventure (like going to Africa and walking across Michigan). In the meantime, stay tuned to my main blog buhcaw.blogspot.com
Hope everyone is having a fantastical summer!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Walk across Michigan: update 4
I apologize for not updating this in a while. It got down to the last few days and I just wanted to focus on finishing.
Day 8.5
I stayed at the Powell house in Portland that night. They were a very nice couple and I really enjoyed my time there. We had a delicious dinner and then just enjoyed relaxing and talking for a while.
Day 9
I got up and had a nice breakfast and then headed out after saying my goodbyes. The next stretch of road was pretty boring. There really isn't anything there between Portland and Saranac (a full days walk). The wind was very strong that day. I was getting beat up by it pretty bad. It felt like it was 5 times harder to walk. I finally made it to a carpool lot near Saranac where I was picked up by Sam. Sam is a student at Lifeline (youth group) at Ada. He took me to his house, where I stayed for the night. His family was really nice and a lot of fun. It was refreshing to spend some time with people younger than me.
Day 10
I walked for about 4 miles and then my parents joined up with me along with another guy from their church. It was nice to walk for a while without my bag on. The time seemed to go by a lot faster when I had someone to talk to, so I really appreciated that. We got as far as Ada Bible Church in Cascade and called it a night. Since I was so close, my parents gave me a ride to my apartment.
Day 11
In the morning Mike gave me a ride out to where I left off. I took my bag with me, but I drastically cut down it's weight. Nothing very eventful happened on this day, but I walked all the way to the SW side of downtown Grand Rapids. I called up Patrick and he came and got me.
Day 12
This was Sunday, so I went with Mike and Amy to Westwood Church in the morning. I brought all my stuff with me, so they dropped me off where I had left off the night before. After walking a couple miles on the road I was on, I realized I had made a wrong turn somewhere along the way. My current path was not going to work. It was frustrating, but I had to turn around and backtrack 2 miles to find the right road. After finding the right road, I was able to still get in my 15 miles for the day (making it probably around 19 miles total). I walked through Grandville, Jenison, Hudsonville, and made it almost to Zeeland. I called Mike and he came out and picked me up, since I still wasn't that far away.
Day 13
In the morning Mike took me out to where I stopped. I walked to Zeeland and met up with my parents for lunch. They were on their way down to Chicago, so it worked out nicely. Just after lunch I got a call from WOOD radio out of Grand Rapids. She interviewed me about what I was doing and why I was doing it. I had a good time walking around Holland taking pictures of Tulips. I walked out towards lake Michigan after stopping at the Library. Apparently, it's a 5 mile hike from Holland to the lake... didn't know that. Eventually I got to the end of the road and met up with Amy and Lauren. They brought sloppy joes. We hiked together for the last 3/4 of a mile or so to the lake. It was really nice to be there finally. I took off my shoes and tip-toed into the water. Bill Stephen (the weather man) said the lake was still 39 degrees! well, it didn't feel quite that cold, but it was cold nonetheless. We sat there and had a picnic on the beach.
Thanks to all of you who were praying for me. Thanks for your financial support for Jessica's House! Overall, the walk was a success. I think that many more people are aware now of the global problem of homeless and street children. As a result of the walk we raised an estimated $1000. I'll let you know later once I add it up.
For helping me be the hands and feet of Jesus, you are also being the hands and feet of Jesus. Thank you very much.
Because of the joy in me as a result of grace and love of Jesus Christ in my life, I am compelled to share that grace and love with my neighbors, here and around the world. James ch. 1 tells us that we need to take care of our orphans and widows. This is why I do what I do. It is not to earn my place in heaven. It is a response to the grace and love of Jesus Christ.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Walk Across Michigan: Update 3
The trip has been going very well!
Day 5.5
In the evening, Mike and I went to Howell and met up with Stephen Cottle at a coffee shop... no coffee for me though :-( ... We had an excellent conversation and it was very refreshing.
Day 6
After staying with Mike Carpenter, I left my bag with him. He works 3rd's in Lansing, so he drove my bag ahead of me. It was nice to not have to walk with it on for a day. My bag is sort of part of my "image" though; by that I mean I stand out with it on (it's huge). People ask me what I'm doing and I have the chance to start a conversation with them. Without the bag I had a mostly conversationless day, but nevertheless I was able to get in about 20 miles that day, so I'm grateful. When chatting with my friend Stephen Cottle, he suggested a pastor in Lansing that I should call to find a place to stay. He couldn't house me for the night, but he was able to hook me up with a person in his church (Jeff) that I stayed with. Jeff was really cool. We sat and talked while we watched the hockey game on tv.
Day 7
I left bright and early and took off for Grand Ledge. My dad told me that there was a prayer gathering of pastors going on at Grand Ledge Baptist. I called them up and asked if I could swing by. They even hooked me up with a great place to stay that night. The walk from Lansing to Grand Ledge was fairly uneventful. My time at the church with the Converge pastors was a great break. We spent some quality time in prayer and fellowship. It was very encouraging and just what I needed. I stayed with the pastor's father-in-law. We had a very nice conversation over another hockey game.
Day 8
Today has been pretty interesting. I took off from grand ledge in the morning after eating breakfast at the church with the pastors. I didn't get very far before I started a conversation with a man sweeping the sidewalk. I gave him one of my flyers and he gave me some money for the cause. After walking a ways, I stopped for a break in a mcDonalds. There was a group of people having breakfast and they asked me what I was doing with that backpack. I told them my story and gave them some flyers and they gave me around $40 for the cause. Later I was walking down the road and a lady stopped and asked if I needed a ride, so I told her my story and she gave me $6. Now I'm at the portland library to use the internet and my next stop is a house in Portland where I'm staying for the night (the church in Grand Ledge hooked me up again!)
Tomorrow night, Lord willing, I will be in Saranac staying with Sam from Lifeline.
Thank you all for your prayers! God keeps showing up in interesting ways.
As Jessica continues to remind me, Jesus is my strength and he is the reason I do the things I do. Grace and Peace be with you!
God bless
Day 5.5
In the evening, Mike and I went to Howell and met up with Stephen Cottle at a coffee shop... no coffee for me though :-( ... We had an excellent conversation and it was very refreshing.
Day 6
After staying with Mike Carpenter, I left my bag with him. He works 3rd's in Lansing, so he drove my bag ahead of me. It was nice to not have to walk with it on for a day. My bag is sort of part of my "image" though; by that I mean I stand out with it on (it's huge). People ask me what I'm doing and I have the chance to start a conversation with them. Without the bag I had a mostly conversationless day, but nevertheless I was able to get in about 20 miles that day, so I'm grateful. When chatting with my friend Stephen Cottle, he suggested a pastor in Lansing that I should call to find a place to stay. He couldn't house me for the night, but he was able to hook me up with a person in his church (Jeff) that I stayed with. Jeff was really cool. We sat and talked while we watched the hockey game on tv.
Day 7
I left bright and early and took off for Grand Ledge. My dad told me that there was a prayer gathering of pastors going on at Grand Ledge Baptist. I called them up and asked if I could swing by. They even hooked me up with a great place to stay that night. The walk from Lansing to Grand Ledge was fairly uneventful. My time at the church with the Converge pastors was a great break. We spent some quality time in prayer and fellowship. It was very encouraging and just what I needed. I stayed with the pastor's father-in-law. We had a very nice conversation over another hockey game.
Day 8
Today has been pretty interesting. I took off from grand ledge in the morning after eating breakfast at the church with the pastors. I didn't get very far before I started a conversation with a man sweeping the sidewalk. I gave him one of my flyers and he gave me some money for the cause. After walking a ways, I stopped for a break in a mcDonalds. There was a group of people having breakfast and they asked me what I was doing with that backpack. I told them my story and gave them some flyers and they gave me around $40 for the cause. Later I was walking down the road and a lady stopped and asked if I needed a ride, so I told her my story and she gave me $6. Now I'm at the portland library to use the internet and my next stop is a house in Portland where I'm staying for the night (the church in Grand Ledge hooked me up again!)
Tomorrow night, Lord willing, I will be in Saranac staying with Sam from Lifeline.
Thank you all for your prayers! God keeps showing up in interesting ways.
As Jessica continues to remind me, Jesus is my strength and he is the reason I do the things I do. Grace and Peace be with you!
God bless
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Walk Across Michigan: Update 2
Hey all,
I apologize because my last update was posted on the wrong blog site, so if you don't normally read that one, you would have been in the dark about my trip so far. I have re-posted it on this blog below this post, so go ahead and read that first if you haven't yet.
Day 3.5
As I said in my last post, my parents came down to walk with me for a little while. It was really nice to see them and to have someone to walk with (and a car to keep my 60lb backpack in). I was actually able to put in 21 miles that day, which was very helpful in getting me ahead of schedule. I decided to call it a night when i got to through the town of Brighton, so I called Mike to get the overnight weather report. He told me that there was a severe storm on it's way and that it was already in lansing. Since enough people have told me to consider my safety, I decided it would be a good idea to stay indoors for that night. I happened to be in front of a little motel, so I decided that would work fine.
Day 4
I got a late start because it was raining in the morning. I began walking toward Howell, but not far outside of Brighton I started to get rained on. I decided to keep walking through the rain because I had already gotten a late start. That idea lasted until I walked in front of a donut shop and decided that was an excellent place to take a break. The baker insisted on paying for my donuts. We had a nice conversation for about 45 minutes along with another guy in the shop. Finally the rain quit, but before I left the two of them handed me 30 dollars, which practically paid for my motel visit. The rest of the day was nice walking weather. I had gotten just passed the town of Howell when someone yelled out of a van at me. It turned out that they were my friends from fowlerville/webberville (Jon and Casey). They were on their way to Howell to get some groceries and invited me to have stakes at Jon's place. I walked the rest of the way to fowlerville, just in time to get there for some good tasting food! That night I stayed at Casey's house, which was really cool (thanks Casey!).
Day 5
This brings me to today. This morning we went to the MBGC church here in webberville, Calvary Baptist. I know quite a few people there from camp, so it was nice to see some familiar faces. To my surprise, pastor Scott had me come up front to tell the congregation about what I was doing, and then they took up an offering to help Jessica's House. I am very thankful for their generosity; It was very encouraging. They raised around 300 dollars. This afternoon, I had a mothers day potluck with Casey's family and then I walked the rest of the way from Fowlerville to Webberville. Since I'm a little ahead of schedule, I decided it would be nice to take the rest of the day off and hang out in webberville with friends.
As long as I continue to have decent weather for this trip, it looks like I will end up finishing a few days ahead of schedule. That would be a blessing, because sometime between this walk and when I go to camp I have to find time to move my belongings from Grand Rapids to Ludington.
Thanks for reading, and I really appreciate your prayers! It is very evident that people are praying for me because of all the exciting things that continue to happen along the way.
God bless
I apologize because my last update was posted on the wrong blog site, so if you don't normally read that one, you would have been in the dark about my trip so far. I have re-posted it on this blog below this post, so go ahead and read that first if you haven't yet.
Day 3.5
As I said in my last post, my parents came down to walk with me for a little while. It was really nice to see them and to have someone to walk with (and a car to keep my 60lb backpack in). I was actually able to put in 21 miles that day, which was very helpful in getting me ahead of schedule. I decided to call it a night when i got to through the town of Brighton, so I called Mike to get the overnight weather report. He told me that there was a severe storm on it's way and that it was already in lansing. Since enough people have told me to consider my safety, I decided it would be a good idea to stay indoors for that night. I happened to be in front of a little motel, so I decided that would work fine.
Day 4
I got a late start because it was raining in the morning. I began walking toward Howell, but not far outside of Brighton I started to get rained on. I decided to keep walking through the rain because I had already gotten a late start. That idea lasted until I walked in front of a donut shop and decided that was an excellent place to take a break. The baker insisted on paying for my donuts. We had a nice conversation for about 45 minutes along with another guy in the shop. Finally the rain quit, but before I left the two of them handed me 30 dollars, which practically paid for my motel visit. The rest of the day was nice walking weather. I had gotten just passed the town of Howell when someone yelled out of a van at me. It turned out that they were my friends from fowlerville/webberville (Jon and Casey). They were on their way to Howell to get some groceries and invited me to have stakes at Jon's place. I walked the rest of the way to fowlerville, just in time to get there for some good tasting food! That night I stayed at Casey's house, which was really cool (thanks Casey!).
Day 5
This brings me to today. This morning we went to the MBGC church here in webberville, Calvary Baptist. I know quite a few people there from camp, so it was nice to see some familiar faces. To my surprise, pastor Scott had me come up front to tell the congregation about what I was doing, and then they took up an offering to help Jessica's House. I am very thankful for their generosity; It was very encouraging. They raised around 300 dollars. This afternoon, I had a mothers day potluck with Casey's family and then I walked the rest of the way from Fowlerville to Webberville. Since I'm a little ahead of schedule, I decided it would be nice to take the rest of the day off and hang out in webberville with friends.
As long as I continue to have decent weather for this trip, it looks like I will end up finishing a few days ahead of schedule. That would be a blessing, because sometime between this walk and when I go to camp I have to find time to move my belongings from Grand Rapids to Ludington.
Thanks for reading, and I really appreciate your prayers! It is very evident that people are praying for me because of all the exciting things that continue to happen along the way.
God bless
Walk Across Michigan: Update 1
*sorry, I realized that I posted this on the wrong blog. So here it is a few days late.
Hey all.
I wanted to post an update on here before I left, but I couldn't get online at the library in St Clair Shores.
Day 1
I have to say, I got a lot of strange looks walking through the outskirts of Detroit with my huge backpack on. Overall, it was a fairly uneventful day until I was about ready to call it a night. I walked into a neighborhood planning to go up to people's houses and ask if I could stay in my tent in their yard. A guy across the street yelled at me asking what I was doing (I get that a lot), so I told him. He invited me in for dinner and then let me sleep in his backyard. He was Philippino and had all kinds of stories from back home. When he was a teenager, the rebels came through his property and asked (at gunpoint) if he would cook up some food for them. The problem was that if the other soldiers came by and saw them, they would have accused him of harboring rebels. Yikes... It was a good evening with some quality conversation.
Day 2
Just before noon, my weather man (Mike Johnson) called me and let me know that there was a storm on the way. I had just enough time to find some shelter before the sky let loose. It lasted about an hour, and then I was on my way again. In the evening, I tried to find a yard to stay in, but no one would let me, so I kept walking. I finally came upon a park. It had a nice dark corner where no one went, so I laid my sleeping bag out and went to sleep.
Day 3
This brings me to today. Since I was sleeping in park, I woke up bright and early before people would use the park (6:00am). Waking up so early gave me enough time to get all the way to Novi before lunch. This is where I am now, and my parents have met me here so my dad can walk with me for a while.
I will bring you up to date the next time I happen across a library.
Hey all.
I wanted to post an update on here before I left, but I couldn't get online at the library in St Clair Shores.
Day 1
I have to say, I got a lot of strange looks walking through the outskirts of Detroit with my huge backpack on. Overall, it was a fairly uneventful day until I was about ready to call it a night. I walked into a neighborhood planning to go up to people's houses and ask if I could stay in my tent in their yard. A guy across the street yelled at me asking what I was doing (I get that a lot), so I told him. He invited me in for dinner and then let me sleep in his backyard. He was Philippino and had all kinds of stories from back home. When he was a teenager, the rebels came through his property and asked (at gunpoint) if he would cook up some food for them. The problem was that if the other soldiers came by and saw them, they would have accused him of harboring rebels. Yikes... It was a good evening with some quality conversation.
Day 2
Just before noon, my weather man (Mike Johnson) called me and let me know that there was a storm on the way. I had just enough time to find some shelter before the sky let loose. It lasted about an hour, and then I was on my way again. In the evening, I tried to find a yard to stay in, but no one would let me, so I kept walking. I finally came upon a park. It had a nice dark corner where no one went, so I laid my sleeping bag out and went to sleep.
Day 3
This brings me to today. Since I was sleeping in park, I woke up bright and early before people would use the park (6:00am). Waking up so early gave me enough time to get all the way to Novi before lunch. This is where I am now, and my parents have met me here so my dad can walk with me for a while.
I will bring you up to date the next time I happen across a library.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Thanks
I want to thank you all for your support. I'm not just saying that. I really can't express my thanks for all of you. Without your prayers, it wouldn't have been what it was. Without your financial support, I would have sat home all Christmas break pondering what could have been.
I will pick this blog back up again when in the days leading up to the walk across Michigan, so be looking for that. In the meantime I am going back to posting my thoughts in my normal blog. You are all welcome to check it out and read what I have to say.
Buhcaw.blogspot.com
See you there.
I will pick this blog back up again when in the days leading up to the walk across Michigan, so be looking for that. In the meantime I am going back to posting my thoughts in my normal blog. You are all welcome to check it out and read what I have to say.
Buhcaw.blogspot.com
See you there.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Life after Africa
So here I am, sitting in a coffee shop in Grand Rapids. It's the coldest day of the year (not that such a thing would be hard, being only 16 days into it).
It's been a week since I got back, and I've been busier than ever. My classes started on Monday and it's been a solid amount of work. I have to say, it would have been pretty nice to have a week or so to debrief upon our return. Alas, life moves on and I was thrown back into it at full pace. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to just sit down and ponder/think/pray about my experiences. I think, finally, I will be able to set aside some time for that this weekend.
While I was over in Mali, I saw a need that couldn't wait around for help. If you've been keeping up with my posts, you already know what I'm talking about. As soon as I got back I jumped on it. I really can't explain how amazing the last week has been, even within the busyness. The feedback that I have gotten for my efforts has been so incredibly encouraging.
You can find everything in better detail (along with pictures) on the website that I set up:
www.JessicasHouse.info
On the website, it details the ministry that I am referring to, as well as the need.
So here is what's happening:
On either the 6th or 7th of February (more specifics to come) we are holding a benefit concert to raise support for this ministry. The concert will have a few local bands to enjoy, and a great opportunity to fellowship (hang out) with each other.
Later in February, we are having an event called "Walking to a Brighter Future". The walk will be roughly 2 and a half weeks and will be from the east coast of Michigan to the west coast (Marine City to Holland). I will be walking the entire distance (Lord willing), and I am strongly encouraging anyone to join me for segments of the journey. I also encourage anyone walking with me to raise support from their church/friends/family to be donated to Jessica's House.
I am asking anyone to help support me by pledging $10/mile for however miles you wish to sponsor (the entire walk is 200 miles). All the proceeds will go directly to Jessica's House ministry.
Yes... it is February... and yes, it will be cold! The need is urgent and I want to show everyone my 100% devotion to this cause. I will do whatever it takes to raise this money.
God moves in incredible ways when we begin to take care of his children. I have seen this at camp and I have seen this in Bamako. He is doing incredible things, and I find pure joy in helping Him... whatever the cost!
More info to come...
Side rant (for what it's worth):
People ask me "what is the spiritual aspect of this ministry?". I assure you that there is a spiritual aspect to the ministry, as I talk about on the website. I am also excited to see what God will lead the ministry to do once these initial needs have been met! Never-the-less I am often discouraged when this is the first thing that people ask. There was a guy named Maslow that said something about the importance of meeting one's physical needs BEFORE it is even possible to meet any of their other needs (Maslow's hierarchy of needs). Jesus said something about feeding the hungry too. He even acted on it (His ministry wasn't all about feeding hungry people, but as evident in feeding the 5000, He knew quite well that meeting their physical needs was a must before trying to meet their spiritual needs!). Don't you think that if we meet people's physical needs, God will do amazing things?
Maybe we ought to step back, and refocus on loving people by meeting their physical needs, rather than only worrying about cramming Bible jargon into their ears. I mean... I'm all about preaching the Gospel, but people aren't going to be receptive to it if you haven't shown them that you care.
I apologize if you disagree, let's still be brothers and sisters and carry on.
More deep thoughts on my experiences to come (maybe once i get the chance to sit down and think about it myself!).
It's been a week since I got back, and I've been busier than ever. My classes started on Monday and it's been a solid amount of work. I have to say, it would have been pretty nice to have a week or so to debrief upon our return. Alas, life moves on and I was thrown back into it at full pace. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to just sit down and ponder/think/pray about my experiences. I think, finally, I will be able to set aside some time for that this weekend.
While I was over in Mali, I saw a need that couldn't wait around for help. If you've been keeping up with my posts, you already know what I'm talking about. As soon as I got back I jumped on it. I really can't explain how amazing the last week has been, even within the busyness. The feedback that I have gotten for my efforts has been so incredibly encouraging.
You can find everything in better detail (along with pictures) on the website that I set up:
www.JessicasHouse.info
On the website, it details the ministry that I am referring to, as well as the need.
So here is what's happening:
On either the 6th or 7th of February (more specifics to come) we are holding a benefit concert to raise support for this ministry. The concert will have a few local bands to enjoy, and a great opportunity to fellowship (hang out) with each other.
Later in February, we are having an event called "Walking to a Brighter Future". The walk will be roughly 2 and a half weeks and will be from the east coast of Michigan to the west coast (Marine City to Holland). I will be walking the entire distance (Lord willing), and I am strongly encouraging anyone to join me for segments of the journey. I also encourage anyone walking with me to raise support from their church/friends/family to be donated to Jessica's House.
I am asking anyone to help support me by pledging $10/mile for however miles you wish to sponsor (the entire walk is 200 miles). All the proceeds will go directly to Jessica's House ministry.
Yes... it is February... and yes, it will be cold! The need is urgent and I want to show everyone my 100% devotion to this cause. I will do whatever it takes to raise this money.
God moves in incredible ways when we begin to take care of his children. I have seen this at camp and I have seen this in Bamako. He is doing incredible things, and I find pure joy in helping Him... whatever the cost!
More info to come...
Side rant (for what it's worth):
People ask me "what is the spiritual aspect of this ministry?". I assure you that there is a spiritual aspect to the ministry, as I talk about on the website. I am also excited to see what God will lead the ministry to do once these initial needs have been met! Never-the-less I am often discouraged when this is the first thing that people ask. There was a guy named Maslow that said something about the importance of meeting one's physical needs BEFORE it is even possible to meet any of their other needs (Maslow's hierarchy of needs). Jesus said something about feeding the hungry too. He even acted on it (His ministry wasn't all about feeding hungry people, but as evident in feeding the 5000, He knew quite well that meeting their physical needs was a must before trying to meet their spiritual needs!). Don't you think that if we meet people's physical needs, God will do amazing things?
Maybe we ought to step back, and refocus on loving people by meeting their physical needs, rather than only worrying about cramming Bible jargon into their ears. I mean... I'm all about preaching the Gospel, but people aren't going to be receptive to it if you haven't shown them that you care.
I apologize if you disagree, let's still be brothers and sisters and carry on.
More deep thoughts on my experiences to come (maybe once i get the chance to sit down and think about it myself!).
Friday, January 9, 2009
Back safely... and bored already
Well, Here I am, safe and sound in Grand Rapids Michigan.
The trip back was fine, no real problems to speak of.
The last few days in Bamako were great. we spent a lot of time with the street kids, and we fell in love with them. It's amazing how close you can get to people that don't even speak your language. They had such an impact on my life. This is what seems to happen everytime: I do something to try and make an impact on someone's life, and then they are the ones that impact my life.
I'm not gunna lie, I really wanted to take them back with me.
maybe someday I will
or maybe I'll go there
Where do I go from here though? what do I do now?
I've witnessed the discards of society, and I've fallen in love with them.
Every time I see another luxury that I have I get more sick.
How many movies do I see in a year? How long would that feed these boys? How long would it educate these boys?
These are the type of questions I have to deal with now.
Did you know that instead of going to the theater to entertain myself for 2 hours, I could feed one of my new friends for several days?
I got an email from Jan saying that Jessica called her the morning after we left hoping that we had missed our plane. She said she really misses us.
right now, I'm sitting on my couch, cold, bored, and wondering why I left Africa.
For now my mission field is Grand Rapids, but that doesn't mean I won't go back.
That concludes the storyline for now. Jet-lag is in full swing, so later, I will post some thoughts on the trip, so prepare yourself for some things that may be hard to hear, and harder to take to heart.
The trip back was fine, no real problems to speak of.
The last few days in Bamako were great. we spent a lot of time with the street kids, and we fell in love with them. It's amazing how close you can get to people that don't even speak your language. They had such an impact on my life. This is what seems to happen everytime: I do something to try and make an impact on someone's life, and then they are the ones that impact my life.
I'm not gunna lie, I really wanted to take them back with me.
maybe someday I will
or maybe I'll go there
Where do I go from here though? what do I do now?
I've witnessed the discards of society, and I've fallen in love with them.
Every time I see another luxury that I have I get more sick.
How many movies do I see in a year? How long would that feed these boys? How long would it educate these boys?
These are the type of questions I have to deal with now.
Did you know that instead of going to the theater to entertain myself for 2 hours, I could feed one of my new friends for several days?
I got an email from Jan saying that Jessica called her the morning after we left hoping that we had missed our plane. She said she really misses us.
right now, I'm sitting on my couch, cold, bored, and wondering why I left Africa.
For now my mission field is Grand Rapids, but that doesn't mean I won't go back.
That concludes the storyline for now. Jet-lag is in full swing, so later, I will post some thoughts on the trip, so prepare yourself for some things that may be hard to hear, and harder to take to heart.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Back to Bamako... Finding a Holy Fool
Well it has been quite a few days since I've posted, so I guess I have a lot of ground to make up.
Christmas was good. After going to bed late Christmas Eve, we had to wake up early Christmas morning. At the church there was a long Christmas service and then a potluck... which of course was delicious; and some of the food items were unidentifiable, but ya just have to close your eyes and eat it. Afterwords, we retreated back to our house and opened presents. I got a book about Mali, some bowls, and a prayer rug.
In the evening I worked on the network some more with Ernie.
Friday was a full day. In the morning we journeyed over to the campground. Basically, its a rustic retreat center. The pastor leads literacy camps and things of the like. I asked if they ever do youth camps (kinda my specialty) and they said that there used to be some a long time ago, but it would just take someone to run with it and motivate people, otherwise it wouldn't happen.
later in the morning, our friend Eddy came over and taught us some more Bambara. We learned the numbers associated with their money system. confusingly, they have a different number sequence when dealing with money than they do with counting other objects and such. everything in the money system is based off of the number five instead of 10 like ours. so, in order to say 25 you would pronounce it 5 5's.
In the afternoon I gave another lesson to Eddy on the guitar.
Saturday was kind of the calm before the storm. In the afternoon I gave another lesson to Eddy, his final lesson. He came along very well and I bet he'll make a great guitar player. The rest of the day was spent packing, saying goodbye to people, and going to the market.
Sunday, we got up very early (5:30), packed up the car, and headed off to Bamako (about a 7 hour drive). Along the way we stopped and looked at a nice waterfall.
Once we got to Bamako, we spent the rest of the evening getting settled in.
Monday we took a taxi (something I'm getting used to, but it's still weird to me) over to Jessica's warehouse (the street kids ministry) in the afternoon. For Monday, we were just going to check it out and look around. Jessica is this lovely nigerian woman who has given up her whole life to take care of these children. It's literally all she does. She doesn't have another job, she just takes care of the boys. She survives on some money that her sister sends her. She doesn't even speak their language. With all of this despair around her she still has hope and dreams. At the moment, these kids hang out and sleep in this warehouse (think of one of those rental storage garage's. its about 20x20 feet). There are anywhere between 30-50 boys that inhabit this place. Jessica took us over to a house that she hopes to rent out for the boys. I was shocked when we walked around in it. This house has at least 8-10 bedrooms, several bathrooms, and lots of living space. Jessica has plans of providing sleeping space for up to 200 boys in this house! Some of the kids would stay there all the time and be enrolled in her program where they will be tutored by teachers until they reach an appropriate grade level for their age. Unicef has said it would provide beds, school supplies, and teachers even, but not until they get the house (and they wont provide any money for the house). The landlord was touched by the ministry and is offering the house to Jessica and the boys for $800 a month... for a 10 bedroom house!! are you kidding me? what landlord in their right mind would ever consider letting 200 boys live in one of their houses, let alone lower the rent for such a cause. God is truly working here. Sadly, they have no one to provide for any of the rent.
Jessica is a trained nurse who could be making a nice amount of money, but instead she has given up everything for these boys.
I have finally seen a holy fool in person and in action; someone who takes Jesus seriously; someone who cares more about the cause of Jesus than her own well-being.
This forces me to ask myself, how can I be like this?
Tuesday we went to a missionaries house. She had a shop in her house that she stocks with Malian craft items. so we did a little Christmas shopping.
In the evening we took off for Jessica's warehouse again. This time we passed out the notebooks we had prepared and began teaching the boys how to read and write their numbers. There is something strange and rewarding about teaching 15 year old's and 8 year old's how to write the number 1.. and at the same time awfully depressing that a 15 year old has never written a 1 before.
Our taxi driver is pretty much the coolest guy. His name is Ousman. He waits for us while we work with the kids, and even comes in and helps us teach. He knows just a little bit of English (maybe as much as the spanish I knew by the end of highschool). So Ousman talks to the boys in their language (Bambara) and translates it to english and made up sign language for us.
Wednesday we went back to the warehouse in the afternoon and interviewed some of the boys so that we could better understand where they come from and why they are there. Ousman, our taxi driver, translated for us again. We also worked on some of their numbers.
In the evening we relaxed a bit and enjoyed the sounds coming from the street. At midnight it sounded like someone was bombing us. apparently, the people here love fireworks :-)
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Thoughts:
Bamako has been really exciting so far, but at the same time I really miss Kadiolo. It was nice there because we got to know some locals really well and we saw them everyday. There was kind of a sense community... what I've been longing for... and then I left.
Christmas was good. After going to bed late Christmas Eve, we had to wake up early Christmas morning. At the church there was a long Christmas service and then a potluck... which of course was delicious; and some of the food items were unidentifiable, but ya just have to close your eyes and eat it. Afterwords, we retreated back to our house and opened presents. I got a book about Mali, some bowls, and a prayer rug.
In the evening I worked on the network some more with Ernie.
Friday was a full day. In the morning we journeyed over to the campground. Basically, its a rustic retreat center. The pastor leads literacy camps and things of the like. I asked if they ever do youth camps (kinda my specialty) and they said that there used to be some a long time ago, but it would just take someone to run with it and motivate people, otherwise it wouldn't happen.
later in the morning, our friend Eddy came over and taught us some more Bambara. We learned the numbers associated with their money system. confusingly, they have a different number sequence when dealing with money than they do with counting other objects and such. everything in the money system is based off of the number five instead of 10 like ours. so, in order to say 25 you would pronounce it 5 5's.
In the afternoon I gave another lesson to Eddy on the guitar.
Saturday was kind of the calm before the storm. In the afternoon I gave another lesson to Eddy, his final lesson. He came along very well and I bet he'll make a great guitar player. The rest of the day was spent packing, saying goodbye to people, and going to the market.
Sunday, we got up very early (5:30), packed up the car, and headed off to Bamako (about a 7 hour drive). Along the way we stopped and looked at a nice waterfall.
Once we got to Bamako, we spent the rest of the evening getting settled in.
Monday we took a taxi (something I'm getting used to, but it's still weird to me) over to Jessica's warehouse (the street kids ministry) in the afternoon. For Monday, we were just going to check it out and look around. Jessica is this lovely nigerian woman who has given up her whole life to take care of these children. It's literally all she does. She doesn't have another job, she just takes care of the boys. She survives on some money that her sister sends her. She doesn't even speak their language. With all of this despair around her she still has hope and dreams. At the moment, these kids hang out and sleep in this warehouse (think of one of those rental storage garage's. its about 20x20 feet). There are anywhere between 30-50 boys that inhabit this place. Jessica took us over to a house that she hopes to rent out for the boys. I was shocked when we walked around in it. This house has at least 8-10 bedrooms, several bathrooms, and lots of living space. Jessica has plans of providing sleeping space for up to 200 boys in this house! Some of the kids would stay there all the time and be enrolled in her program where they will be tutored by teachers until they reach an appropriate grade level for their age. Unicef has said it would provide beds, school supplies, and teachers even, but not until they get the house (and they wont provide any money for the house). The landlord was touched by the ministry and is offering the house to Jessica and the boys for $800 a month... for a 10 bedroom house!! are you kidding me? what landlord in their right mind would ever consider letting 200 boys live in one of their houses, let alone lower the rent for such a cause. God is truly working here. Sadly, they have no one to provide for any of the rent.
Jessica is a trained nurse who could be making a nice amount of money, but instead she has given up everything for these boys.
I have finally seen a holy fool in person and in action; someone who takes Jesus seriously; someone who cares more about the cause of Jesus than her own well-being.
This forces me to ask myself, how can I be like this?
Tuesday we went to a missionaries house. She had a shop in her house that she stocks with Malian craft items. so we did a little Christmas shopping.
In the evening we took off for Jessica's warehouse again. This time we passed out the notebooks we had prepared and began teaching the boys how to read and write their numbers. There is something strange and rewarding about teaching 15 year old's and 8 year old's how to write the number 1.. and at the same time awfully depressing that a 15 year old has never written a 1 before.
Our taxi driver is pretty much the coolest guy. His name is Ousman. He waits for us while we work with the kids, and even comes in and helps us teach. He knows just a little bit of English (maybe as much as the spanish I knew by the end of highschool). So Ousman talks to the boys in their language (Bambara) and translates it to english and made up sign language for us.
Wednesday we went back to the warehouse in the afternoon and interviewed some of the boys so that we could better understand where they come from and why they are there. Ousman, our taxi driver, translated for us again. We also worked on some of their numbers.
In the evening we relaxed a bit and enjoyed the sounds coming from the street. At midnight it sounded like someone was bombing us. apparently, the people here love fireworks :-)
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Thoughts:
Bamako has been really exciting so far, but at the same time I really miss Kadiolo. It was nice there because we got to know some locals really well and we saw them everyday. There was kind of a sense community... what I've been longing for... and then I left.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Some pictures
Hello all! I am trying to post some pictures, so we'll see if it works.
the post after this one is from today too, so read that as well.
the post after this one is from today too, so read that as well.
Joyeux Noel!!
Greetings from Africa!
Sadly, the internet was out for the last days and a half. I am not too saddened when the internet goes out, since, after-all, it is Africa. The sad part of this story is that I wrote my whole blog post offline, and just as i had finished, the computer froze up.. and it's all gone. So now I am writing for you the second edition of my blog post.
Sunday (21st)
Sunday morning was my first African church service experience. It was organized quite like most of ours in America... you know... singing, then an offering, then the sermon. On the other hand, it was so different. There singing is so much different than ours. I like it a lot. They say that when Americans sing it sounds like we're crying. I have some video of their singing, so you can see it when I get back. often, it is just the voices and percussion. They go all out with the percussion though. They have djembe's, a goat skin box (for lack of a better name), marimbas, and shakers of various kinds. Also on sunday morning, we had the delight of listening to special music by a very famous West African singer. Jan told me that she often sings at weddings, but for each wedding she writes a new song... just for that wedding. It tells of the brides life story and then the grooms life story, and is often about 20 minutes long.
The sermon was in Bambara, with a French translation. Ernie translated it again for me in English. So the message had to go through 2 other people to get to me (kind of like the game telephone... except in this case sometimes things don't translate correctly no matter how good your translation skills are).
Since it was the sabbath, we just relaxed for the afternoon.
In the evening, I gave another guitar lesson to Eddy (he is the son of pastor Ibrahim). If you've never tried, I would encourage you to try and teach someone something when you don't understand each others language.. Its a riot.
Monday (22nd)
In the morning we worked on these notebooks that we will give to the kids in the street kids ministry in Bamako. Hopefully, we will be teaching them to read and write their numbers in Bambara, so we wrote them down in each of the notebooks.
In the afternoon we walked over to observe a literacy class that the pastor's wife teaches. Jan said that the women that come are not allowed to come to church on Sunday because of their Muslim family, so it is a great ministry.
In the evening I gave another lesson to Eddy. We told him that he could have the guitar in exchange for teaching us Bambara, which he was very excited about.
Tuesday (23rd)
One of the guys who works with the drama team came by to take us on an adventure. We walked across town and met an old lady who had just returned from her pilgrimage to Mecca. There were a lot of people there and a lot of children. Once we took our cameras out the children swarmed us trying to get their picture taken. Then we went across the street and met her son who had also gone to Mecca. Often, when they come back from Mecca, they will wear white for the rest of their lives, just to show that they have been there. We also visited another church across town and then went to the market.
In the afternoon I went over to the radio station and helped the news guy. I showed him a website that had news in french for West Africa, and I showed him how to use Google so that he could find more sites like it.
After this, we went to get our clothes from the tailor.
Tuesday evening I gave another lesson to Eddy.
Wednesday (24th)
I'm not sure what day it started, but I'm going to stick it in the Wednesday post. Rachel has these children stalkers and it's hilarious. They come over all the time and ask to speak to just her. Then today (Thursday) they wanted a picture with her and a picture of just her. okay, so... she doesn't think it's as funny as I do.
Wednesday evening was the big party at the church, and they really know how to celebrate. We were there from 8:30pm until midnight, but it kept going after we left. There was a lot of dancing and singing. I think that pictures would justify it better than me explaining it, so just wait and see.
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It is interesting to experience the children here. some of them run away as if we are evil (we have been told that when the little kids are bad their parents tell them that the white people will come and take them away... hence the negative reaction to seeing one); Most, however, come running from all directions, hoping we will shake their hand or take their picture. It's a very strange thing. One of my favorite kids is Daniel, who was very shy at first, until I made him a paper airplane. It's the little things in life... so cool.
Prayer requests:
-I seem to have caught myself an African cold. I've had it since Sunday and it seems to be leaving, but I would appreciate your prayers for my health.
-Pastor Ibrahim is traveling to Bamako tonight, so pray for safety on the roads.
-We are traveling to Bamako on Sunday, so pray for safety on the roads for us. It's about a 7 hour drive.
Sadly, the internet was out for the last days and a half. I am not too saddened when the internet goes out, since, after-all, it is Africa. The sad part of this story is that I wrote my whole blog post offline, and just as i had finished, the computer froze up.. and it's all gone. So now I am writing for you the second edition of my blog post.
Sunday (21st)
Sunday morning was my first African church service experience. It was organized quite like most of ours in America... you know... singing, then an offering, then the sermon. On the other hand, it was so different. There singing is so much different than ours. I like it a lot. They say that when Americans sing it sounds like we're crying. I have some video of their singing, so you can see it when I get back. often, it is just the voices and percussion. They go all out with the percussion though. They have djembe's, a goat skin box (for lack of a better name), marimbas, and shakers of various kinds. Also on sunday morning, we had the delight of listening to special music by a very famous West African singer. Jan told me that she often sings at weddings, but for each wedding she writes a new song... just for that wedding. It tells of the brides life story and then the grooms life story, and is often about 20 minutes long.
The sermon was in Bambara, with a French translation. Ernie translated it again for me in English. So the message had to go through 2 other people to get to me (kind of like the game telephone... except in this case sometimes things don't translate correctly no matter how good your translation skills are).
Since it was the sabbath, we just relaxed for the afternoon.
In the evening, I gave another guitar lesson to Eddy (he is the son of pastor Ibrahim). If you've never tried, I would encourage you to try and teach someone something when you don't understand each others language.. Its a riot.
Monday (22nd)
In the morning we worked on these notebooks that we will give to the kids in the street kids ministry in Bamako. Hopefully, we will be teaching them to read and write their numbers in Bambara, so we wrote them down in each of the notebooks.
In the afternoon we walked over to observe a literacy class that the pastor's wife teaches. Jan said that the women that come are not allowed to come to church on Sunday because of their Muslim family, so it is a great ministry.
In the evening I gave another lesson to Eddy. We told him that he could have the guitar in exchange for teaching us Bambara, which he was very excited about.
Tuesday (23rd)
One of the guys who works with the drama team came by to take us on an adventure. We walked across town and met an old lady who had just returned from her pilgrimage to Mecca. There were a lot of people there and a lot of children. Once we took our cameras out the children swarmed us trying to get their picture taken. Then we went across the street and met her son who had also gone to Mecca. Often, when they come back from Mecca, they will wear white for the rest of their lives, just to show that they have been there. We also visited another church across town and then went to the market.
In the afternoon I went over to the radio station and helped the news guy. I showed him a website that had news in french for West Africa, and I showed him how to use Google so that he could find more sites like it.
After this, we went to get our clothes from the tailor.
Tuesday evening I gave another lesson to Eddy.
Wednesday (24th)
I'm not sure what day it started, but I'm going to stick it in the Wednesday post. Rachel has these children stalkers and it's hilarious. They come over all the time and ask to speak to just her. Then today (Thursday) they wanted a picture with her and a picture of just her. okay, so... she doesn't think it's as funny as I do.
Wednesday evening was the big party at the church, and they really know how to celebrate. We were there from 8:30pm until midnight, but it kept going after we left. There was a lot of dancing and singing. I think that pictures would justify it better than me explaining it, so just wait and see.
______
It is interesting to experience the children here. some of them run away as if we are evil (we have been told that when the little kids are bad their parents tell them that the white people will come and take them away... hence the negative reaction to seeing one); Most, however, come running from all directions, hoping we will shake their hand or take their picture. It's a very strange thing. One of my favorite kids is Daniel, who was very shy at first, until I made him a paper airplane. It's the little things in life... so cool.
Prayer requests:
-I seem to have caught myself an African cold. I've had it since Sunday and it seems to be leaving, but I would appreciate your prayers for my health.
-Pastor Ibrahim is traveling to Bamako tonight, so pray for safety on the roads.
-We are traveling to Bamako on Sunday, so pray for safety on the roads for us. It's about a 7 hour drive.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Experience of a lifetime
I have been keeping an eye on the Michigan news sites and finding some entertainment in the current weather situation there. Here, it is the other extreme. Today was probably around 95 degrees.
Thursday was market day, and also the first full day we were in Kadiolo. We went to the market in the morning to buy some food. We also bought some cool fabric and took it to the tailor to have it made especially for us. They should be ready on Tuesday. For the fabric plus the tailor expense it will come to $16 (US) for a shirt and pants. Then in the afternoon we went back to the market to buy each other Christmas presents.
Also on Thursday, we got a tour of the ministries in this village. There is a Christian radio station in town, which is also in the same building as the church. The radio station is very important as it reaches 3 countries. It has won several excellence awards in categories not specific to Christian radio. Another ministry, which is closely related to the radio station, is the drama team. The drama team writes and records radio dramas that are very entertaining and Bible based. This country is 90% Muslim, but people all over gather around radios to hear these stories. The impact that this ministry is having is immeasurable. We couldn't meet most of the drama team because they were selected by the region (region is like a state) to represent them in the national arts competition and that is where they are now. This is by no means a Christian oriented competition, and it is very exciting that the team is getting national recognition.
Some of the languages around here are very tonal languages. So Jan was telling me that some of the early missionaries had tried to translate some of our hymns, but they didn't work because the meanings of words are based on pitch. This is the case so much so that sometimes when a musical instrument is being played it is actually saying words. The instrument is actually talking! When they had translated the Jesus film into one of these languages, they made intro music for the video that was just for that culture. When they were playing it on the marimba, loads of people started walking down the street towards them. Jan asked why and the lady there said that the music was saying "come, come and hear the story of Jesus". That is pretty cool.
Friday morning I did some work on the computer network system with Ernie. They really have quite the setup here. Ironically, my parents can't get internet at their house near Ludington, but we have broadband out here in the bush.
In the afternoon we went into town to buy some notebooks for the packets of stuff we will be giving the kids at the street kids ministry in Bamako. Then later we got a lesson in Bambara, one of the local languages. We had to learn the numbers because we will be teaching the kids at the street kids ministry how to read and write the numbers in Bambara.
In the evening, I gave a guitar lesson to a boy from the church.
Saturday was a very exciting day. We got up at 5 in the morning so that we could leave by 6am and drive 2.5 hours to another village. Here we attended a New Testament Bible dedication. since 1949 these people have been working on translating the New Testament into this language called supyire. It is finally done and the first books have been printed. There were hundreds of people there including the mayor and other figure heads of the local and regional government. To see the joy that these people had now that they had a Bible in their own language made me so much more appreciative of my own Bible. The entire ceremony was in French and Supyire, but I was able to understand what was happening. Few people get to have the experience that I had today, I really can't express how grateful I am for having it. Ernie said that in all his time spent over in this part of the world, he also had never experienced a Bible dedication. There are now 4 out of 40 Malian languages with at least a New Testament. That means that 90% of the languages here in Mali do not have a Bible. That makes me want to read mine a little more often.
The whole ceremony was about 4 hours long.
Thursday was market day, and also the first full day we were in Kadiolo. We went to the market in the morning to buy some food. We also bought some cool fabric and took it to the tailor to have it made especially for us. They should be ready on Tuesday. For the fabric plus the tailor expense it will come to $16 (US) for a shirt and pants. Then in the afternoon we went back to the market to buy each other Christmas presents.
Also on Thursday, we got a tour of the ministries in this village. There is a Christian radio station in town, which is also in the same building as the church. The radio station is very important as it reaches 3 countries. It has won several excellence awards in categories not specific to Christian radio. Another ministry, which is closely related to the radio station, is the drama team. The drama team writes and records radio dramas that are very entertaining and Bible based. This country is 90% Muslim, but people all over gather around radios to hear these stories. The impact that this ministry is having is immeasurable. We couldn't meet most of the drama team because they were selected by the region (region is like a state) to represent them in the national arts competition and that is where they are now. This is by no means a Christian oriented competition, and it is very exciting that the team is getting national recognition.
Some of the languages around here are very tonal languages. So Jan was telling me that some of the early missionaries had tried to translate some of our hymns, but they didn't work because the meanings of words are based on pitch. This is the case so much so that sometimes when a musical instrument is being played it is actually saying words. The instrument is actually talking! When they had translated the Jesus film into one of these languages, they made intro music for the video that was just for that culture. When they were playing it on the marimba, loads of people started walking down the street towards them. Jan asked why and the lady there said that the music was saying "come, come and hear the story of Jesus". That is pretty cool.
Friday morning I did some work on the computer network system with Ernie. They really have quite the setup here. Ironically, my parents can't get internet at their house near Ludington, but we have broadband out here in the bush.
In the afternoon we went into town to buy some notebooks for the packets of stuff we will be giving the kids at the street kids ministry in Bamako. Then later we got a lesson in Bambara, one of the local languages. We had to learn the numbers because we will be teaching the kids at the street kids ministry how to read and write the numbers in Bambara.
In the evening, I gave a guitar lesson to a boy from the church.
Saturday was a very exciting day. We got up at 5 in the morning so that we could leave by 6am and drive 2.5 hours to another village. Here we attended a New Testament Bible dedication. since 1949 these people have been working on translating the New Testament into this language called supyire. It is finally done and the first books have been printed. There were hundreds of people there including the mayor and other figure heads of the local and regional government. To see the joy that these people had now that they had a Bible in their own language made me so much more appreciative of my own Bible. The entire ceremony was in French and Supyire, but I was able to understand what was happening. Few people get to have the experience that I had today, I really can't express how grateful I am for having it. Ernie said that in all his time spent over in this part of the world, he also had never experienced a Bible dedication. There are now 4 out of 40 Malian languages with at least a New Testament. That means that 90% of the languages here in Mali do not have a Bible. That makes me want to read mine a little more often.
The whole ceremony was about 4 hours long.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
returning to the internet
This evening we arrived in the village of Kadiolo. This is where we will be staying until the 28th of December. The village and surrounding area is roughly 30,000 people. What I mean by surrounding area would be like a county in the US. It has been 3 days since my last post, so I will start from the beginning of that period.
Monday (the 15th)-
In the morning Ernie and I took a walk down the street to the pump and generator store. We were researching how much it would cost for a pump that would pump out the mud from someone's well. Then on the way back we stopped at the insurance office because Ernie needed to see how much the vehicle insurance was going to cost. Once we did that, we returned back to the guest house we were staying at to get the amount of money that we were going to need (carrying a lot of extra money around isn't the best idea). Let me pause my story to explain a little of what its like to walk down the street in Bamako. Most streets are paved there. there may be large buildings in the middle of the blocks, but lining the streets are little shops and vendors. There are pedestrians everywhere, and lots of guys pushing little pushpush's (like 2 wheeled wheel-barrels) with various stuff in them. There are lots of cars and even more motorcycles on the roads and they are traveling very fast. as a pedestrian you basically have to walk on the road, there isn't much of a sidewalk due to the shops (you'll see what i mean in some pictures i may post). So ya have to watch out for the crazy drivers while you are walking.
back to the story of my day. We went back and bought the insurance and then the pump. This is a very "hurry up and wait" culture, so this simple process that i explained took from 8am to noon.
After lunch, Ernie and I took a taxi to the other side of town (my first time in a taxi... and he was a crazy driver) to have some phones worked on. There is cell phone service here and all you have to do is bring used phones over from the US and they will unlock them here (so they can be used on any network instead of just verizon or the like). Once their unlocked then you can buy an Orange phone card (orange is the phone company) and they will work until you run out of minutes. So anyway, we had these phones from the states and we needed to get them unlocked so we went to the place across town that did it. Again with the hurry up and wait thing, this process took about 4 hours. The whole side of the street we were on was lined with these shacks that worked on cell phones. I've never seen so many cell phones in one place in my life. It's truly bizarre.
In the evening we just packed and generally got really to leave the next day.
Tuesday 16th-
In the morning we got up at 5:30 so that we could eat, pack the car, and leave by about 6am. We started driving and soon we were out of the big city and in the desert. There are trees here and there and a lot of bushes, but its a lot of open land and very flat. Everything is very dry here, it is often around 10% humidity. It was about a 3 hour drive to our next stop. we passed lots and lots of small villages along the way and there were always children waving at us as we drove by. The villages (again, you should soon see pictures) have shack shops along the street and the people live in mud huts with thatch roofing. Just about every village we passed had an elementary school, but if you wanted a highschool you would have to move to a bigger town. Finally we got to saguo, which is a city east of Bamako. We stopped for gas and to use the restroom at a hotel. Then, we continued on to Kotiala, which is about 2 hours south of saguo. At about 1 or 2 o clock we arrived in Kotiala, which is where we spent the night. There is a guest house there where missionaries can stay for 5000 francs a night per person ($10). Rachel, Kaitlyn, and I went on a walk to find bread for dinner and any veggies we could find for a salad. We found the bread shop and bought some bread (its all french bread and better than french bread in the states.. and it's roughly 25 US cents per loaf), then we spotted a girl carrying tomatoes on her head across the street (the women carry everything on there heads, just like you see in pictures), so we crossed the street to buy some. Rachel used her limited french to try and purchase a few but then we realized we only had large bills and we didn't know how to ask her if she had change... so we crossed the street again and went back to the bread shop, bought another loaf using a bill and got change, went back across the street and bought the tomatoes, only to discover that she did in fact have change, haha. Then Kaitlyn dropped all of the tomatoes on the ground and some locals laughed at us. all in all, it was a good time.
In the evening we just relaxed a bit.
Today (wednesday the 17th)-
We ate breakfast at 8 and then Ernie and I had an appointment with someone at 9. One of the missionaries in Kotiala works with computer networks and solar panals (since Ernie also works with networks, we had some things to talk about), so we met at 9 and they discussed a lot of network things and I just soaked up all of the information. They have one signal coming in from the internet provider (Orange, the same as the phones) and they transmit the signal wirelessly to many people around town. their wireless transmitter can go up to 4 or 5 miles even. This is all basically what Ernie is doing in Kadiolo, so they were sharing ideas. There is an optic cable that runs from the capital, so there is broadband all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, I learned quite a bit about how the network works. Then we drove over to the bible school in kotiala (where they train pastors) to look at the solar panal set up he has built/is building. The entire school is run off of solar energy because the power company charges too much. The whole set up cost around 40,000 dollars, but would pay for itself in 7-8 years; but after that the panals will last another 30 years at least. So, I learned a lot about that too.
After lunch we got back on the road. If we had stayed any longer we would have had to stay the night again because you are not allowed to drive on the road after dark unless you have a military escort. I slept for awhile in the car and then after i had been awake for a bit we got a flat tire.. in the middle of the desert of course. We switched it out with the spare tire and headed on our way. The next village we went through we stopped to fix the flat tire (in case the spare went flat). The whole process of fixing the tire cost 500 francs (or $1). I bought a bottle of coke at a gas station (similar in size to a 20oz) for roughly 70 cents. Then we were off again, next stop, Kadiolo. The last 10 kilometers or so of the road was not paved and quite bumpy. We arrived here in Kadiolo just as the sun was setting.
Some thoughts:
What I have noticed so far is similar to what I expected: that there is hardly anything that is the same in the US as it is here.
The people are very nice, and very understanding of my inability to speak their language. I am slowly learning a little french. I can introduce myself, say Hi, say how are you (and it's response), I can ask how much something is (but I don't know my numbers so I can't understand their reply), and I can ask "do you have..." followed by an item or something. That's about the extent of it so far.
About 90% of the population is Muslim. they have a ritual where they pray every 4 hours or so. so at those intervals in the day you can here the call to prayer being broadcast out on a speaker or something.
Now that we are finally in the town where the missionaries live, we can see what sort of ministries are happening here. I am excited to see how God is moving in this very different culture. I hope that I will see things that I am not accustomed to, as I have in every other aspect of this trip so far.
oh, and there are termite hills over 20 feet tall! cool.
Monday (the 15th)-
In the morning Ernie and I took a walk down the street to the pump and generator store. We were researching how much it would cost for a pump that would pump out the mud from someone's well. Then on the way back we stopped at the insurance office because Ernie needed to see how much the vehicle insurance was going to cost. Once we did that, we returned back to the guest house we were staying at to get the amount of money that we were going to need (carrying a lot of extra money around isn't the best idea). Let me pause my story to explain a little of what its like to walk down the street in Bamako. Most streets are paved there. there may be large buildings in the middle of the blocks, but lining the streets are little shops and vendors. There are pedestrians everywhere, and lots of guys pushing little pushpush's (like 2 wheeled wheel-barrels) with various stuff in them. There are lots of cars and even more motorcycles on the roads and they are traveling very fast. as a pedestrian you basically have to walk on the road, there isn't much of a sidewalk due to the shops (you'll see what i mean in some pictures i may post). So ya have to watch out for the crazy drivers while you are walking.
back to the story of my day. We went back and bought the insurance and then the pump. This is a very "hurry up and wait" culture, so this simple process that i explained took from 8am to noon.
After lunch, Ernie and I took a taxi to the other side of town (my first time in a taxi... and he was a crazy driver) to have some phones worked on. There is cell phone service here and all you have to do is bring used phones over from the US and they will unlock them here (so they can be used on any network instead of just verizon or the like). Once their unlocked then you can buy an Orange phone card (orange is the phone company) and they will work until you run out of minutes. So anyway, we had these phones from the states and we needed to get them unlocked so we went to the place across town that did it. Again with the hurry up and wait thing, this process took about 4 hours. The whole side of the street we were on was lined with these shacks that worked on cell phones. I've never seen so many cell phones in one place in my life. It's truly bizarre.
In the evening we just packed and generally got really to leave the next day.
Tuesday 16th-
In the morning we got up at 5:30 so that we could eat, pack the car, and leave by about 6am. We started driving and soon we were out of the big city and in the desert. There are trees here and there and a lot of bushes, but its a lot of open land and very flat. Everything is very dry here, it is often around 10% humidity. It was about a 3 hour drive to our next stop. we passed lots and lots of small villages along the way and there were always children waving at us as we drove by. The villages (again, you should soon see pictures) have shack shops along the street and the people live in mud huts with thatch roofing. Just about every village we passed had an elementary school, but if you wanted a highschool you would have to move to a bigger town. Finally we got to saguo, which is a city east of Bamako. We stopped for gas and to use the restroom at a hotel. Then, we continued on to Kotiala, which is about 2 hours south of saguo. At about 1 or 2 o clock we arrived in Kotiala, which is where we spent the night. There is a guest house there where missionaries can stay for 5000 francs a night per person ($10). Rachel, Kaitlyn, and I went on a walk to find bread for dinner and any veggies we could find for a salad. We found the bread shop and bought some bread (its all french bread and better than french bread in the states.. and it's roughly 25 US cents per loaf), then we spotted a girl carrying tomatoes on her head across the street (the women carry everything on there heads, just like you see in pictures), so we crossed the street to buy some. Rachel used her limited french to try and purchase a few but then we realized we only had large bills and we didn't know how to ask her if she had change... so we crossed the street again and went back to the bread shop, bought another loaf using a bill and got change, went back across the street and bought the tomatoes, only to discover that she did in fact have change, haha. Then Kaitlyn dropped all of the tomatoes on the ground and some locals laughed at us. all in all, it was a good time.
In the evening we just relaxed a bit.
Today (wednesday the 17th)-
We ate breakfast at 8 and then Ernie and I had an appointment with someone at 9. One of the missionaries in Kotiala works with computer networks and solar panals (since Ernie also works with networks, we had some things to talk about), so we met at 9 and they discussed a lot of network things and I just soaked up all of the information. They have one signal coming in from the internet provider (Orange, the same as the phones) and they transmit the signal wirelessly to many people around town. their wireless transmitter can go up to 4 or 5 miles even. This is all basically what Ernie is doing in Kadiolo, so they were sharing ideas. There is an optic cable that runs from the capital, so there is broadband all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, I learned quite a bit about how the network works. Then we drove over to the bible school in kotiala (where they train pastors) to look at the solar panal set up he has built/is building. The entire school is run off of solar energy because the power company charges too much. The whole set up cost around 40,000 dollars, but would pay for itself in 7-8 years; but after that the panals will last another 30 years at least. So, I learned a lot about that too.
After lunch we got back on the road. If we had stayed any longer we would have had to stay the night again because you are not allowed to drive on the road after dark unless you have a military escort. I slept for awhile in the car and then after i had been awake for a bit we got a flat tire.. in the middle of the desert of course. We switched it out with the spare tire and headed on our way. The next village we went through we stopped to fix the flat tire (in case the spare went flat). The whole process of fixing the tire cost 500 francs (or $1). I bought a bottle of coke at a gas station (similar in size to a 20oz) for roughly 70 cents. Then we were off again, next stop, Kadiolo. The last 10 kilometers or so of the road was not paved and quite bumpy. We arrived here in Kadiolo just as the sun was setting.
Some thoughts:
What I have noticed so far is similar to what I expected: that there is hardly anything that is the same in the US as it is here.
The people are very nice, and very understanding of my inability to speak their language. I am slowly learning a little french. I can introduce myself, say Hi, say how are you (and it's response), I can ask how much something is (but I don't know my numbers so I can't understand their reply), and I can ask "do you have..." followed by an item or something. That's about the extent of it so far.
About 90% of the population is Muslim. they have a ritual where they pray every 4 hours or so. so at those intervals in the day you can here the call to prayer being broadcast out on a speaker or something.
Now that we are finally in the town where the missionaries live, we can see what sort of ministries are happening here. I am excited to see how God is moving in this very different culture. I hope that I will see things that I am not accustomed to, as I have in every other aspect of this trip so far.
oh, and there are termite hills over 20 feet tall! cool.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Day 2
We are still in Bamako (the capital city), we will be leaving for Kadiolo on Tuesday most likely. Today we went to an English Sunday school in the morning. It was held at an international school (an english speaking school). Ernie said that the school is very expensive, about the equivilant of $20,000 per child per year. For lunch we went to a Chinese restaurant. what is strange about Bamako is that you can walk past several run down shacks and a few steps later walk into a nice restaurant. There is a very diverse mixture of social economics, as opposed to in America where you would find an upperclass area of town and a lower class one and they would be very separate.
Since it was Sunday, we didn't go out a whole lot today. For the afternoon we sat around and played some cards and just relaxed. This evening we went to an English church service. The church was composed of local missionaries, Bible translators, and some locals that moved here from English speaking countries.
That's pretty much all that happened today. Tomorrow should prove to be a little more exciting.
Since it was Sunday, we didn't go out a whole lot today. For the afternoon we sat around and played some cards and just relaxed. This evening we went to an English church service. The church was composed of local missionaries, Bible translators, and some locals that moved here from English speaking countries.
That's pretty much all that happened today. Tomorrow should prove to be a little more exciting.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Day 1
So now I am a little more awake. I just slept for a wonderful 12 hours.
I am glad that we arrived here at night, because the air was very comfortable when we came off of the airplane. Right now it's around noon and it is very warm. Thankfully it is dry though, so it doesn't seem as bad.
The air has an interesting smell to it. Not a horrible smell, but different. It almost smells like something is being smoked.
I just got my $500 in spending money exchanged into 250,000 francs (I guess thats not really what they are, but thats what they call them).
I just have one story or you guys. While going through security in detroit they had to take my carry on backpack aside. Then the security guard pulls out a 4 inch knife from the bottom of my bag... whoops. The moral of the story is, don't use your hiking backpack for a carry on backpack. The guard was very understanding and I happily surrendured my knife over to him. I do remember thinking though, if I was Mike Johnson, I would be in jail right now... sorry Mike.
I am glad that we arrived here at night, because the air was very comfortable when we came off of the airplane. Right now it's around noon and it is very warm. Thankfully it is dry though, so it doesn't seem as bad.
The air has an interesting smell to it. Not a horrible smell, but different. It almost smells like something is being smoked.
I just got my $500 in spending money exchanged into 250,000 francs (I guess thats not really what they are, but thats what they call them).
I just have one story or you guys. While going through security in detroit they had to take my carry on backpack aside. Then the security guard pulls out a 4 inch knife from the bottom of my bag... whoops. The moral of the story is, don't use your hiking backpack for a carry on backpack. The guard was very understanding and I happily surrendured my knife over to him. I do remember thinking though, if I was Mike Johnson, I would be in jail right now... sorry Mike.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Arriving in Bamako
We have arrived safely in Bamako, Mali. The trip was mostly uneventful.
We didn't loose any luggage!
I guess I will post more when I have more to say.
God bless.
We didn't loose any luggage!
I guess I will post more when I have more to say.
God bless.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Final Support Letter
See previous post for my first letter (if you haven't read it, it gives more explanation of the trip and the reasons behind it).
Dear Friends and Family,
Dear Friends and Family,
Thank you so much for your support! I wanted to send out one more letter before we leave as a reminder to be praying for my team. I realize that in my last letter I did not include the dates that we will be gone. Our itinerary shows that we are leaving on December 11th from the
We are blessed to have a little more insight into what we will be doing while we are over there. One of the main words to describe this trip is flexibility; therefore, our entire trip could look different than expected once we arrive. That being said, I will share a few things that we know. We will be spending 10 days in Kadiolo. During this time we will probably be working with church and the local school. The students are working on learning English, so we may have the chance to work on their English (without knowing their native language, this should prove to be interesting).
Hopefully, we will also be traveling to a nearby country to visit an orphanage; Kadiolo is fairly close to the border. Lastly, we will be spending some time in the capital city of
I cannot express how important your prayers are. We serve an amazing and all powerful God. If you would like to help more financially, I am looking at an immediate need of $500 more dollars before I takeoff. However, I would like to emphasize my point that if you are not praying, your money is worthless. The money will come, God is in control of this; but what I covet is your prayers. In addition to praying, I encourage you to keep up with my journey by reading my missions blog called “Live The Jesus Revolution”; it can be found at LiveTheJesusRevolution.Blogspot.com. I hope to post updates and pictures on the blog while in
In closing: PRAY, PRAY, PRAY, PRAY, PRAY, PRAY, and give thanks to God for all the wonderful things He has done!
"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." (Ephesians 3:20-21)
With Peace, Love, and Joy found in Christ,
Nate Storvik
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
First Support Letter
Greetings my brothers and sisters in Christ!
I would like to ask for your partnership in my upcoming mission adventure. Throughout my adult life, I have had this calling to “go”. After all, Jesus told us to “go and make disciples”. As life went on, this calling got stronger and stronger and I realized more and more that it is something I wanted to do. For the past several years I have been telling God and myself that “going” is something I will do someday, but until last December, it was just a fantasy.
As my passion for missions grew stronger (and I can’t really explain why it did, but I am thankful), I decided it was time that I stopped waiting for an opportunity to knock me over the head. I decided that it was time to create my own opportunity. As I asked the Lord where he wanted me, my friend Kaitlyn Manzer informed me that she was going to visit missionaries in Mali Africa and wanted a few people to go with her. Well, God didn’t have to stick two huge signs in front of my face, that one was enough! I knew then that God wanted me in Africa!
One of the exciting goals of the trip is for it to be an adventure in faith. Matthew Chapter 6 says “So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” So just as Jesus has instructed us, we are not going to be worrying about the specifics of how the trip will work. God spoke this world into existence; that is more than enough reason for me to put my faith in him in all aspects of life, including the details of this trip!
I will be going on this trip with two of my friends, Kaitlyn Manzer and Rachel Hull. We will be flying into the capitol city, Bamako, Mali, then driving for 8 hours to reach our destination city of Kadiolo (pronounced kah-jo-lo). Once we are there we will be staying with Ernie and Jan Eadelman, a missionary couple that Kaitlyn knows. We will be staying there for roughly 3 weeks, and our day to day routine will be greatly determined by the Spirit. There won’t be much planning ahead of time concerning our daily adventures because we have no intentions of putting Jesus in a box. We are there to be used in whatever way the Spirit leads. Some examples of things we may be doing are helping in the school, helping out at the church, spending some time at an orphanage, and spending quality time with the local people in hopes of impacting their lives for Christ.
In addition to everything that we will be doing while we are there, we are also excited about the prospect of raising enough money to buy a pair of oxen and a cart for a Mali pastor. This will help support the pastor and possibly provide for his eventual retirement. Any additional funds on top of what is necessary for the trip will go directly towards the ministry in Mali.
I had mentioned at the beginning that I would like your partnership in this adventure. To paraphrase the magazine HeartCry, the great commission is divided into two parts, those who go down into the well, and those who hold the rope for the ones who go down, either way, there are scars on your hands! I am asking you to hold the rope for me.
There are two ways that you can do this, but one of the two is infinitely more important than the other! What we need more than anything are your prayers. I don’t think that I can stress enough the power of prayer! Please let me know if you would like to be a prayer warrior on our team so that I can send you updates along the way! The second way you can hold the rope is by supporting me financially. The trip will cost about $4000 for each of us. I know that it is a lofty goal, but that is what excites me! I know that God will provide, because I know that God wants me there!
We are attempting to partner with the mission organization World Venture so that donations will be tax deductible, but there is quite a lot of red tape and time involved in that process and the time to buy our tickets is near. I am quite certain that God is bigger than tax deductions and I know he will provide for the tickets none-the-less. If you would like to help financially support me on this mission and taxes are not something you are worried about, then make a check out to me and put Mali trip in the description line. If taxes are a concern but you still want to give, you can send a written pledge back in the envelope and I will let you know if and when we have partnered with World Venture.
Thank you for your prayers and financial support; it is my prayer that God’s blessing on your life is overflowing! May God continue to use you for His glory.
In Christ,
Nate Storvik
I would like to ask for your partnership in my upcoming mission adventure. Throughout my adult life, I have had this calling to “go”. After all, Jesus told us to “go and make disciples”. As life went on, this calling got stronger and stronger and I realized more and more that it is something I wanted to do. For the past several years I have been telling God and myself that “going” is something I will do someday, but until last December, it was just a fantasy.
As my passion for missions grew stronger (and I can’t really explain why it did, but I am thankful), I decided it was time that I stopped waiting for an opportunity to knock me over the head. I decided that it was time to create my own opportunity. As I asked the Lord where he wanted me, my friend Kaitlyn Manzer informed me that she was going to visit missionaries in Mali Africa and wanted a few people to go with her. Well, God didn’t have to stick two huge signs in front of my face, that one was enough! I knew then that God wanted me in Africa!
One of the exciting goals of the trip is for it to be an adventure in faith. Matthew Chapter 6 says “So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” So just as Jesus has instructed us, we are not going to be worrying about the specifics of how the trip will work. God spoke this world into existence; that is more than enough reason for me to put my faith in him in all aspects of life, including the details of this trip!
I will be going on this trip with two of my friends, Kaitlyn Manzer and Rachel Hull. We will be flying into the capitol city, Bamako, Mali, then driving for 8 hours to reach our destination city of Kadiolo (pronounced kah-jo-lo). Once we are there we will be staying with Ernie and Jan Eadelman, a missionary couple that Kaitlyn knows. We will be staying there for roughly 3 weeks, and our day to day routine will be greatly determined by the Spirit. There won’t be much planning ahead of time concerning our daily adventures because we have no intentions of putting Jesus in a box. We are there to be used in whatever way the Spirit leads. Some examples of things we may be doing are helping in the school, helping out at the church, spending some time at an orphanage, and spending quality time with the local people in hopes of impacting their lives for Christ.
In addition to everything that we will be doing while we are there, we are also excited about the prospect of raising enough money to buy a pair of oxen and a cart for a Mali pastor. This will help support the pastor and possibly provide for his eventual retirement. Any additional funds on top of what is necessary for the trip will go directly towards the ministry in Mali.
I had mentioned at the beginning that I would like your partnership in this adventure. To paraphrase the magazine HeartCry, the great commission is divided into two parts, those who go down into the well, and those who hold the rope for the ones who go down, either way, there are scars on your hands! I am asking you to hold the rope for me.
There are two ways that you can do this, but one of the two is infinitely more important than the other! What we need more than anything are your prayers. I don’t think that I can stress enough the power of prayer! Please let me know if you would like to be a prayer warrior on our team so that I can send you updates along the way! The second way you can hold the rope is by supporting me financially. The trip will cost about $4000 for each of us. I know that it is a lofty goal, but that is what excites me! I know that God will provide, because I know that God wants me there!
We are attempting to partner with the mission organization World Venture so that donations will be tax deductible, but there is quite a lot of red tape and time involved in that process and the time to buy our tickets is near. I am quite certain that God is bigger than tax deductions and I know he will provide for the tickets none-the-less. If you would like to help financially support me on this mission and taxes are not something you are worried about, then make a check out to me and put Mali trip in the description line. If taxes are a concern but you still want to give, you can send a written pledge back in the envelope and I will let you know if and when we have partnered with World Venture.
Thank you for your prayers and financial support; it is my prayer that God’s blessing on your life is overflowing! May God continue to use you for His glory.
In Christ,
Nate Storvik
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