Thomas and classmate Wongani in a class play called Happy Hat Land.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
November Pics
Monday, October 20, 2008
October Pics
This is a fisherman's boat (only kids playing in right now) on the edge of Lake Chilwa, small lake very close to some of our shallow well sites.
The Malawian flag at the boy's school.
Digging and draining water from the shallow well site at Mkhweya village.
It's not the greatest picutre of us - but there are so few pictures of the two of us, let alone great picture.... well, Sarah always looks great. We built a rabbit hutch and now are the proud owners of three rabbits - Bouncy, Shaky, and Blue. Three rabbits for now - who knows how many by next month!
This is Josiah trying to "stand still" for a picture.
Friday, October 3, 2008
A Spiritual Haze
“The subtleties of darkness never cease to amaze;
As the physical world creates a spiritual haze” - DC Talk (from the song "Day by Day")
A couple weeks ago the power went off in the whole town. Our house is a little ways up the side of the mountain and it’s easy to see the many lights in town at night, so when I looked out the window to see nothing but darkness over the town, for some reason it reminded me of a Frank Perretti novel (Christian fiction writer) from back in the early 1990’s in which he tells a story about demons and angels that are all around us in the spiritual world. Even though we don’t see or feel them, it does not mean they are not real. I guess looking out over town in total darkness changed my lens to be more attuned to the things that one cannot see with the eyes.
Living on this continent has made me realize just how much the West uses our belief in sciences to explain everything, whereas here in Africa the belief in the spiritual realm explains why many things happen.
For example, a few months ago driving out on a village dirt road with a full pick up truck, we came to a wooden bridge that looked a little worse for wear. The physics and math calculations start going through my head as we approach the bridge - how much does this truck weigh? And with the load we’re carrying? Can the bridge support the weight? How long is the bridge relative to the length of the truck - can I get the front axle across before the back axle gets on? Whether we make it across successfully or not to me, is simply a question of science. For my Malawian passengers (who travel on various types of unsafe roads on a daily basis) the questions going through their mind might be somewhat different. It can be as simple as - “God will allow me to get safely over this bridge, or He won’t.”
Another example was at a primary school we were working at for the Water and Sanitation project. My staff arrived one Monday morning to see a witch doctor being watched by a crowd of people performing some kind of ceremony. As it turned out, there was some sort of public gathering on the weekend and a middle-aged woman dropped dead in the middle of this gathering two days before. She had no known health issues that might cause a sudden death, so people naturally assumed it was a curse or spell put on her (there is a wide spread belief in, and fear of, witch craft - even among Christians - which seems to keep people in a sort of bondage). The witch doctor was called in to “cleanse” the spot where she died to make sure no spirits from the curse on that woman would be able to stick around. When I heard about the woman dying on the spot, I again first thought about the scientific (medical) explanations and figured it was a heart attack or aneurism or something of the sort.
As I might be critical of this African culture for believing such (seemingly) far fetched ideas about the spiritual realm to explain everything, I can probably be just as critical of myself and my own Western culture of ignoring the spiritual realm. Science has taught us a lot and is very useful in helping us understand the world God put us in. However, we can become so hung up on relying on our own finite knowledge that we forget about the unseen and unexplainable world, forget the God who is Infinite.
I’m not saying there is a spirit hiding behind every tree and bush about to jump out (read C.S. Lewis’ book “The Screwtape Letters” to get a more seasoned perspective on that issue), nor that there is necessarily some spirit back in the shadows behind every good or bad thing that happens, but just that we in Western culture especially - in a culture of see and hear, touch and feel - can too easily forget about the unseen spiritual realm. We as Christians can even become lazy about it.
A friend of mine has a teenage niece that a number of months ago, out of the blue, went into cardiac arrest. The doctors and nurses that tried to revive her had come out of the ICU room to tell her family and friends waiting that there wasn’t much hope. After a few minutes (and a lot of prayer) the now shocked doctors came out again and said she started breathing on her own. That was the first sign in a string of medically unexplainable (but spiritually explainable) events which ended up in her niece having fully recovered.
Much like being submersed in this spiritually-aware (whether good or bad) Malawian culture, the story of my friend’s niece is another good reminder that there is a whole lot more to this world than what our physical senses lead our minds and hearts to think. (Eph. 6:12).
As the physical world creates a spiritual haze” - DC Talk (from the song "Day by Day")
A couple weeks ago the power went off in the whole town. Our house is a little ways up the side of the mountain and it’s easy to see the many lights in town at night, so when I looked out the window to see nothing but darkness over the town, for some reason it reminded me of a Frank Perretti novel (Christian fiction writer) from back in the early 1990’s in which he tells a story about demons and angels that are all around us in the spiritual world. Even though we don’t see or feel them, it does not mean they are not real. I guess looking out over town in total darkness changed my lens to be more attuned to the things that one cannot see with the eyes.
Living on this continent has made me realize just how much the West uses our belief in sciences to explain everything, whereas here in Africa the belief in the spiritual realm explains why many things happen.
For example, a few months ago driving out on a village dirt road with a full pick up truck, we came to a wooden bridge that looked a little worse for wear. The physics and math calculations start going through my head as we approach the bridge - how much does this truck weigh? And with the load we’re carrying? Can the bridge support the weight? How long is the bridge relative to the length of the truck - can I get the front axle across before the back axle gets on? Whether we make it across successfully or not to me, is simply a question of science. For my Malawian passengers (who travel on various types of unsafe roads on a daily basis) the questions going through their mind might be somewhat different. It can be as simple as - “God will allow me to get safely over this bridge, or He won’t.”
Another example was at a primary school we were working at for the Water and Sanitation project. My staff arrived one Monday morning to see a witch doctor being watched by a crowd of people performing some kind of ceremony. As it turned out, there was some sort of public gathering on the weekend and a middle-aged woman dropped dead in the middle of this gathering two days before. She had no known health issues that might cause a sudden death, so people naturally assumed it was a curse or spell put on her (there is a wide spread belief in, and fear of, witch craft - even among Christians - which seems to keep people in a sort of bondage). The witch doctor was called in to “cleanse” the spot where she died to make sure no spirits from the curse on that woman would be able to stick around. When I heard about the woman dying on the spot, I again first thought about the scientific (medical) explanations and figured it was a heart attack or aneurism or something of the sort.
As I might be critical of this African culture for believing such (seemingly) far fetched ideas about the spiritual realm to explain everything, I can probably be just as critical of myself and my own Western culture of ignoring the spiritual realm. Science has taught us a lot and is very useful in helping us understand the world God put us in. However, we can become so hung up on relying on our own finite knowledge that we forget about the unseen and unexplainable world, forget the God who is Infinite.
I’m not saying there is a spirit hiding behind every tree and bush about to jump out (read C.S. Lewis’ book “The Screwtape Letters” to get a more seasoned perspective on that issue), nor that there is necessarily some spirit back in the shadows behind every good or bad thing that happens, but just that we in Western culture especially - in a culture of see and hear, touch and feel - can too easily forget about the unseen spiritual realm. We as Christians can even become lazy about it.
A friend of mine has a teenage niece that a number of months ago, out of the blue, went into cardiac arrest. The doctors and nurses that tried to revive her had come out of the ICU room to tell her family and friends waiting that there wasn’t much hope. After a few minutes (and a lot of prayer) the now shocked doctors came out again and said she started breathing on her own. That was the first sign in a string of medically unexplainable (but spiritually explainable) events which ended up in her niece having fully recovered.
Much like being submersed in this spiritually-aware (whether good or bad) Malawian culture, the story of my friend’s niece is another good reminder that there is a whole lot more to this world than what our physical senses lead our minds and hearts to think. (Eph. 6:12).
Friday, September 19, 2008
September Pics
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
August Pics
Borehole rehabilitation in Mgodi village.
They make use of everything here. This hack saw blade is attached to an old bicycle wheel - why not?
We asked the village committee for a brush. They didn't have one but they did have feathers left over from the chicken from last night's dinner! It worked fine with the solvent cement we were spreading on....
Another NHL career begins.
Thomas is a Leaf fan (sorry, pretty bad, but couldn't resist)
Caleb about to swing on a vine.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Pictures
We went out to a village (Songa) a while back to visit some friends that are working among the community there. Here the boys are playing in the stream that becomes a 5 ft deep by 30 ft wide river in the rainy season.
Out and about with our friend Veronica and their donkey "Skippy"
Friday, July 18, 2008
Meet My Son, the Tub-Pooper
Josiah is a Tub-Pooper. This is a phenomenon new and strange and horrible.
The other two boys didn’t do it. I used to hear other mums’ stories and think to myself, “Oh, that’s unfortunate for you… my child doesn’t do it, has never done it, surely would never do it!”
So now it has come full circle and I stand proudly with all the other mums out there who have suffered as I do.
I now know what it is to feel that initial burst of horror as I see things floating in the tub that are, I eventually note, not toys.
I now know what it is to just stare momentarily, not knowing where to start, thinking in slow-motion, “what do I do first? Child out? Toys out? Poop out?”, all the while, doing nothing but stare.
I now know that feeling of incredulity as I observe Josiah’s interest in playing with the poop while I panic and scream for back-up.
Out comes the child and off he runs, laughing, likely to go and pee in the hallway. Out come the toys to be put, where? Where shall I put the toys? Screams for a plastic bag echo through the house.
And then, in the quiet following the storm, I am deeply humbled, as I scoop floating poop out of the tub and into the toilet with my bare hands, and try to catch the big chunks from going down the drain as I let the water out.
Finally, I am embarrassed, for thinking that perhaps I don’t have to wash the toys, because he pooped at this end of the tub, while the toys were in fact down at the other end and, well, how bad can a little poop be, anyway?
So now, as I scrub and bleach the tub and toys for a third time this week, I realize that I am a fully-initiated member of the Mothers-Who-Do-Nothing-But-Clean-Up-Poop-All-Day-Long Club, and stand proud for my contribution to a cleaner society.
By the way, how long is this stage going to last? I’m just about out of bleach…
Friday, June 13, 2008
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