An Almost Perfect Weekend (We are Ok)

This weekend was almost perfect.  It was warm and sunny, we had a full family day hiking to the river, seeing the hydro-electric dam that generates power for Tenwek, meeting some Kenyan kids to play with, a skype call with Michael's sister.  And then a notification from the US Embassy: Do not go to Westgate Mall. Shooting. Al-Shabab. Sheer terror.

If that notification went unnoticed, the weekend could have been so nice. For us in isolation.  

But we don't live in isolation.  Bad news really does affect us.  We were in that shopping mall and the Nakumatt supermarket that is under siege exactly two weeks ago stocking all our supplies.  When I lay my children down to sleep at night, it's on pillows purchased in that holed up terror hideout. I cover them with blankets bought in the upper isolated back corner of that store, where I don't know if I saw an emergency exit or not. 

I wish that image were not in my head. We were trained for this in pre-field so I feel even the simulated surge of panic rush my veins. I wish it were just daisies and roses and not really happening.  This is the third day of it. 

We are pushed to examine our motives for being here again.  God, is this where you want us? 

But Sunday came and I had a commitment to go to church with our house-helper, Peris.  Peris has been leading Bible studies for women together with another missionary for 8 years now.  They train women to teach other women the Scriptures and when they have memorized 18 verses, they are given their own Kipsigis language Bible.  I knew it was important day for them, but I had no idea how important.  So yesterday I got to go to a Kipsigis church service that lasted 5 hours for these 83 women to receive their first Bible.  That was why I was here.

They put a graduation gown on us and all 83 women had sashes and uniform for graduation.  We marched in singing and processing.  I wanted to duck into the first empty seat possible, but being dubbed “line leader” they had me sit on the dirt floor platform with the other leaders for the ceremony.  Thankfully I knew a little bit of what to expect from a Kenyan church ceremony event.  I needed to make an official greeting and short word to the congregation so I told them I also just graduated from my Bible study at Emmanuel Christian Seminary in the USA and my professor was a Kenyan, even a member of their tribal family the Kalenjin. And I needed to sit there for five hours.  The hundred or so children would stand outside quiet and still too as they waited to see their mamas awarded.  And there was singing. Oh there was singing and singing and singing.  These folks got their praise on yesterday.  They sang “I know that Jesus has loved me” over and over in Kipsigis language.

If my Internet was able, I’d upload a video of the singing.   They got their names called up and I handed the Bible to them with two hands because a gift is given and received with two thankful hands in Kenya.  Then I shook hands just like President Sweeney did for me at Emmanuel Christian Seminary graduation a few months ago. And then the families put garlands of shiny tinsel around their necks and the paparazzi took phone photos with intensity. And then they sang some more.  They sang in Kipsigis “Thank you Linda, God sent you from America to bring us this Bible”.  (Linda is the missionary whose home we are residing in this year while she is on furlough, and who gives me the honor of hosting the women’s Bible study training in the home too)

It was intense, and it was real.  They were so grateful to receive their own Bible, like you wouldn’t believe.  But we do believe.  We do believe that the Word became flesh and resided among us so that we could receive His Life that is truly Life.  And it is an awesome thing to consider.  So that when terror strikes, I can recite over and over and over again “I know that Jesus has loved me” and that is where my life is.  Even if I’m holed up in my deepest fear of dying in Wal-mart, a senseless death or tragic waste, that Jesus has loved me and given his death defeating Life to me is enough.  I have to remember that.

In truth, my heart and flesh cry out for the safety and comforts of an easy peaceful life.  And he answers back to me that I have already died with Christ and my life is hid with Him.  Is there anything safer or more comforting than those Mighty Outstretched Arms that reached down to rescue me already?

Even if I made my bed in Hell, still there He would find me. (Ps. 139)

So we press on, living by faith and not by fear. 

Karibu Tenwek (our first week)

Tomorrow will be the end of our first full week here at Tenwek.  It's hard to know where to start when you sit to write something like this, when you have sensed, felt, and experienced so much in the past week.  It would probably be best to start at the beginning.  Here we are departing from Atlanta incognito.  My favorite comment on this picture has been that I bear a striking resemblance to one of the Mario Brothers, and that Josiah is looking "shifty" an apt description of him.  It made for some comic relief in the setting of good-byes, though we did our 'staches' off before heading through security.


The flights were long, and as smooth as can be expected traveling with young ones.  Our first night in this guest house we all went to bed early (in the morning), and slept through the night until late the next morning we saw the African sun shining on this little paradise in Nairobi.  "We sure are good at this traveling thing" we thought as the kids went back to bed smoothly that second night... to awaken again in about an hour and be up until 4 AM.  Since then, the 'jet-lag awake at night' time has gotten progressively shorter, until we are pretty well back to sleeping through again.  One advantage of being awake from 1-3 AM last Saturday with jet-lagged kids watching Lady and the Tramp was that we could listen to the University of Georgia vs. South Carolina football game radio broadcast online.


Our reception here has been overwhelming.  We have joked that it is an all-inclusive resort (for a few days), where other missionary families have cooked all our meals for our first few days, and there are so many people around to help us.  One night, as we were getting ready for dinner, Katie went out to our little garden to find a sweet potato for dinner.  She knelt in the African soil in her long missionary skirt and a kitchen knife in hand, dug out a sweet potato, and in perfect Scarlett O'hara, "As God is my witness, I'll never go hungry again!"
Other big family news has been Josiah's first days of kindergarten.  These are his buddies: Jacob, Cooper, and Walter.  He has a song that he likes to sing, "You never get bored in Kenya!" is the refrain.


And I got to start doing some doctoring again earlier this week, and I know it's a cliche, but it's really a dream come true for me.  This life and work is what I've been preparing for my whole life.  I've had fantastic opportunities to learn about medicine in Kenya, and to serve some extraordinary patients, and to do some clinical teaching for some incredible Kenyan interns and med students and a Cameroonian resident.  I hope to post a case of the week series, so stay tuned. 

This is the good life!