Saturday, January 30, 2010
Almost a week ago I arrived in Grand Rapids, Michigan, to help my cousin. She is cutely pregnant, but there are some complications, so I have come to the rescue to help look after three young children, be a chauffeur, help with meals, clean occasionally, and be her sherriff. We have had a blast catching up though and I'm finding that the days are just flying by.
On Thursday we went to Bible study together, at her church, and we were studying John the Baptist and the beginning of Jesus' ministry in the book of Matthew. The further we dug into the Scriptures, the more my mind went back to East Africa. I thought a lot of Kalacha as we talked of John the Baptizer wearing camel hair clothing and eating locusts and honey. Camel hair is itchy and locusts are crunchy. :)
Then we moved on to the desert where Jesus was "led by the Spirit" to be tempted by Satan. The desert is super hot, dry, and barren. Rock abound, so it's no wonder Satan offered him rocks to change into bread. "If you are the Son of God" was trying to place doubt in Christ's mind... and isn't that just how Satan works... by starting with one small ounce of doubt and building upon that.
Since living in Uganda, I have learned that it is a good thing to be like Jesus after the third round of temptation. "Get away from me Satan!" Don't be afraid to see evil as evil. My friends in Soroti would often say "the devil is a liar" if I stubbed my toe, misplaced my Bible, fell off my bike, etc. Now, sometimes I know things are my fault, but Satan puts things in our path to make us stumble, even momentarily. If I can't find my Bible, I can't meet with God. If I fall off my bike, my joyful spirit my have a tendency to fall as well.
My desire is to stand up tall, seek God only, and continue thanking HIM alone that the past three weeks home on this side of the ocean have been truly peaceful.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Then on this past Sunday there was another special surprise:
Friday, January 8, 2010
- Getting a hot towel to wash your hands and face with before and after a meal.
- Riding on escalators or moving walkways.
- Reading departure and arrival computers and understanding why flights are delayed.
- Seeing the huge sandy Sahara desert and towering Alps.
- Listening to different languages and meeting so many people from around the world.
- Browsing through posh shops that are selling just "stuff" to take to your destination at the very last minute.
- Eating foods like lamb, quiche, chocolate pudding, stroop waffles, and gargonzola pasta.
- Watching constant movies or television at 38,000 feet in the air.
- Understanding the planes need to be de-iced.
Now I have been home about 18 hours and it feels strange. With a push of a button, four loads of laundry was done. Food is being reheated in a microwave. The gas fire place quickly heats up a room and creates a beautifully relaxing mood. 600 channels could fill my day. Internet is constant. The dishwasher begs to be loaded. And snow lazily falls outside the window.
I'm curious to see how I adjust to life back here in North America without forgetting my time in Uganda. I would like to peacefully and purposefully join the two together.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
I am half way through my flight home. I just landed in Amsterdam and need to wait a few hours before flying to Toronto. I land at 8:35 pm. Yeah! I am so excited to be home. My time in Nairobi was wonderful - especially relaxing in Uhuru and Capital parks and doing some window shopping in a very modern city. I went into culture shock after being in the village for the past three weeks. I look forward to catching up with many of you during the next few weeks.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
The matatus are striking because they are tired of paying bribes to police officers. I want to challenge the drivers though, in saying they wouldn't need to pay the bribes if they stuck to 14 passengers, like the van is built for, instead of always saying there is room for one more. Also, if the vehicles were up to safety standards and within the speed limit, there shouldn't be any problems.
So, without a taxi, Fidelis found a relative with a car who was willing to drive me to Nairobi. We were supposed to leave at 7 am, but of course, that is delayed by an hour. Then for the first few towns, the driver was running personal errands and I thought I would never make it to the city. (I was hoping to get there early because a friend of mine came from Uganda to hang out with me for two days before I fly out.)
Then, an hour into the drive, we blow a tire. The tire actually shreds and pulls all the lighting wiring loose on the back left side. Thankfully Zima, her brother, and father, were all with me so we could entertain eachother and help the driver.
Mazi hopped on the back of a motorcycle, that graciously stopped to see if we needed any help, and twenty minutes later they came back with a mechanic. Needless to say, we spent an hour and a half on the side of the road waiting for everything to be fixed. We took the mechanic back to his shop and continued on our way. Only to have the tire go flat two towns later. Another forty-five minutes on the side of the road.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
On Tuesday morning I hope to travel down to Nairobi to spend two nights there before I fly out. I just found out this morning that the matatus (taxis) are going on a three day strike, so I am not sure how I will get down country. The buses are loaded because every student is trying to get back to school. I am now looking in to a private hire car and hoping that everything works out. I once again took it for granted, that back home there is an excess of cars, internet, restaurants, telephones, smooth roads, and electricity. I am excited about coming home and sleeping in a cozy room behind a fire place at my parents for a while.