Life in the Waiting Room...

Just hangin' out.

I haven't posted anything in a while. That's because life has been pretty plodding lately. It seems that I'm living in a waiting room.

I've packed and moved most of the things that will fit in my car. Now I'm waiting for the end of the month to hire a truck to carry my furniture to my new flat and finish my move.

I'm waiting for the carpenter to finish constructing my new dining room table. Sure, it was supposed to be ready almost two months ago, but that's okay, because everytime I talk to him, he assures me it will be ready tomorrow. Funny thing about tomorrow (as a wise young redhead once sang) - it's always a day away.

I'm waiting for my best friend to arrive. Rachael is coming to spend three weeks with me. Wednesday night seems so far away!

All this waiting is a little unsettling. But who likes to be settled, anyway?

You never know where your stuff will end up...

Did your mom ever tell you that you should clean your plate, "because there are starving kids in Africa"? If you were a sassy kid like me, you might have wondered, to yourself or out loud, how you would ever get your food to Africa, because you'd gladly give it away.

Well, sometimes your stuff might actually make its way to Africa. There is a store in town called Soko Ndogo, or "small market". It has the look of a garage sale, and that's basically what it is. Things end up there that don't sell in the Goodwill's and Salvation Army's of the US. It's obvious that it all comes direct from America, because it's stuff you can't find anywhere else here in Mombasa. I've found many useful things there, such as ice cube trays and cast iron skillets. I've also found some pretty random stuff, like the Mickey Mouse Talking Telephone that I had when I was a kid, Bernstein Bear books (I'm saving them to read with kids who come to visit), and a fly swatter in the shape of Indiana. But every once in a while, I find something truly bizarre. Something that hits so close to home that I forget I'm in Africa for a moment. This week, I found a Minnesota State Lottery travel mug! It's got a loon on it and everything! Can you imagine the incredible journey that mug must have taken to get here? How many hands it must have passed through? And now it's back in the hands of a Minnesotan, though half a world away!

If you ever wondered where your freebie plastic cups go when you donate them to Goodwill... you know, the ones from the Municipal Fire Safety Campain, or the Coffeyville Colts 7th Annual Dance-a-thon, or the Summerpalooza concert you went to back in 1992 - the answer is... they end up here. In Mombasa, Kenya, on the coast of the Indian Ocean. Who would have guessed?

My new favorite mug!

The Backwards Bridal Shower!

The people on the Serve:Kenya team have some really wonderful friends! This week Allison received not one, not two, but three large boxes from her friends back home in North Carolina. It was a baby shower in a box! Okay, technically it was a baby shower in three boxes.

The men were all away in Nairobi this week, so Allison and I, along with our newest arrival Jessi, decided to have a baby shower! Allison's friends actually sent muffin mix and plates so we could do it up right. The theme of our evening was the "backwards baby shower," because everything was backwards. Most showers are thrown before the baby is born; this one happened afterward! Most shower guests bring gifts; we didn't have any! So we wore our clothes backwards and had a fun time laughing and opening up all the boxes. Seeing all the gifts laid out on the floor was truly an amazing sight!

Mama for a weekend...

Last weekend I had the opportunity to take care of my "niece", baby Anjela, while Dennis and Allison went away to celebrate their anniversary. It was a lot of fun and a lot of work!

Before the Omondi's left, we celebrated the 4th of July with the turtles and giraffes at Haller Park...

We also fed the giraffes. They have looooong tongues! (I guess that's why they need all that neck!)

Dennis and Allison left, and Anjela and I celebrated the 4th of July again on the 5th by going to the beach to meet some friends. Here is Anjela playing with her favorite toy: my car keys...

The next day was Sunday, and we went to church to hear Uncle Ben preach at Word of Life. Ben did a great job. Sadly, Anjela slept through the whole thing!

Back at home again, we just hung out. We got out the camera and worked on our acting skills a little. I like to call this next little photo montage, "The Many Faces of Anjela".

Okay, Anjela, let's get started. First, smell your feet and pretend they are stinky.

Now show me suspense...

Hm. We have to work on that one. Okay, now do sad.

That's a good one! Now give me your best Dana Carvey Church Lady impression. "Well isn't that special."

How about worry and concern?

And for the grand finale... the face you do best: Happy!!!

Independence Day

Tomorrow is the 4th of July. I spent a little time this evening reading the Declaration of Independence. I feel a sense of responsibility about the holidays I celebrate. It's so easy to lose the significance of these special days, I guess because they come back around every year, along with taxes and teeth cleanings. But I don't think it's fair to allow ourselves a day of celebration if we don't take an interest in what we're celebrating - it's like we're throwing a birthday party without inviting the birthday girl. I wonder how many people today think Christmas is about a fat guy with a beard and Easter is about a bunny who lays eggs. What does it all mean?

On July 4th, 1776 (232 years ago), a group of men got together and drafted the Declaration of Independence. The colonies of America would no longer recognize the authority of the British government in their affairs. The beginning of the document is very familiar: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness."

Then the document goes on to spell out the grievances of the people of America against the British crown. The basic idea is that a people should not be ruled by a governing body which is in no way accountable to them. If no one in Britain had the best interests of the American people at heart, then the American people should not be forced to submit to their rule.

As a Christian who believes that the Bible is the final moral authority, that doesn't sit well with me 100%. I love America - it is my home - but I can't help but wonder if our preoccupation with the idea of freedom, which is obvious even in our earliest document as a nation, is somehow harmful to us. In truth, we are all slaves to something. This is a deep and complicated thought, and it's late, but it's something I'll be thinking about tomorrow as I celebrate Independence Day.

The Fathers of our nation believed that "all men are created equal." Well, all except "the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions." Yep - that's in there too.

I don't want to rain on the parade. Literally. Going to the 4th of July parade at my Aunt Peggy and Uncle Jimmy's house every year is one of my favorite memories of childhood. Tomorrow I'm going to Haller Park with my team, a place where you can pet 150 year-old giant tortoises and feed giraffes from your hand, and I'm going to celebrate the birthday of a great nation, which I am fortunate to call my home. But I'm learning that even our successes are mingled with impure motives and sinful attitudes. My "American-ness" should never rank above my Christianity. I do pray that God will bless America. And may He bless every other nation on earth as well!

Happy 4th of July!