The Bermuda Triangle

I've been in France for about two and a half weeks now, and I'm enjoying it here. Southern France is known for its beauty, and the blue Mediterranean, picturesque mountains, and spring flowers do not disappoint. We've experienced cold and warm temps, sun, rain, and fog, and I believe the Cote d'Azur is nice in any weather.

If all we needed to do was look at the foliage, we probably wouldn't have a care in the world here. However, we have a lot more to do. We are still living with our team leaders and their five young children. We don't have bank accounts, cell phone contracts, a house or apartment. We have not registered for language school. We are not officially registered with the government yet. 'So,' you might be wondering, 'What have you been doing all this time?' Well... let me explain.

France has many rules, laws, forms, procedures, policies, etc. that can make it challenging to get things done, or even to know where to start! When we went to the bank to open an account, they told us we would need proof of our address in France. One form of 'proof' could be a cell phone bill in our name. So, off to the cell phone company to set up an account. And they will be glad to set us up with a plan... they just need to see our bank card.

And so the circle goes. To rent a house, you need a bank account. To open a bank account, you need an address. It feels a little like the Bermuda Triangle - lost in an impenetrable fog of regulations. Our lighthouse, however, has been the Church. Members of our two churches, the International Baptist Church in Saint Paul and in Nice, have been helpful and generous beyond imagining. Several members have offered to act as a guarantor when we are ready to sign a lease. One couple offered to put up their house as a guarantee for us. They have donated furnishings for our future home. Although they hardly know us, many church members have advised us, translated for us, made calls for us, and interceded on our behalf in ways that can only point to one thing: We are one body, with one Lord and Father of all. Praise God for his provision.

So, although it feels as though my two teammates and I are stuck in a strange holding pattern, we are encouraged by the Body of Christ, and we hope that we'll soon be in our own home, furnished, with bank accounts and cell phones, studying French and getting to know our church family that has already loved us so well. The Church in Cote d'Azur is small, but it is true.

Everyone wants your $20...

What will you purchase with yours?

I love humor, so when I was deciding how to appeal to people to give toward the ministry we're doing in France, no matter how much or how little they were able to contribute, I came up with a little ad campaign. Here's the basic idea...

It's so easy to blow $20 on an impulse! There are a million products out there that claim to improve the quality of your life... A gun that blows chicken-scented bubbles for your dog to chase around; a baby carrier with hooks so you can hang your baby on a bathroom stall door while you use the facilities; and here are two more examples I found. Enjoy!





These are just people trying to make a living, and my intention is not to tear them down. But if we're buying stuff like this and NOT investing in the Great Commission, we may need to adjust our priorities, and examine who we're living for.

More to come!

The New Plan

I'm on my way to France, sooner or later, though I hope it's sooner! I have about $1500 in monthly support to raise before I am ready to go. I love meeting with people to talk about what I do, but calling them to sacrifice is not easy. I have to constantly ask myself, "Do I believe the work I'm doing is important enough to ask people to invest in it?" Yes. I do.

I'll be writing more frequently now. I've been lax while I've been in the US this year, and I apologize for that. I look forward to sharing the new adventures to come!

Catching Up...

I've been a bad blogger! It's been a long while since I sat down to update my page, partly due to computer problems, partly due to busyness, and partly due to a general sense of apathy that I'm going to blame on the climbing temperatures here in Mombasa. In any case, I'm back, and here's a taste of what's been happening lately...

The sunsets off my verandah are still the best show in town. I try to take advantage of my front-row seat as often as my schedule allows!

Anjela is getting bigger all the time! She is walking like a champ now, she has four and a half teeth, and she says a lot of words. She can name all her best friends, though my name comes out sounding a little like "Diyahhhh".

She's also got a great Stevie Wonder impersonation! haha...

Last week I let Jacinta braid my hair. I'll be taking it out soon - it's too hot to carry around so much hair right now - but it's been fun! People say I look African now. I'm not so sure...

This spider moved in this week. He spun a huge web on my bedroom verandah. I know it's hard to tell in this picture, but he's roughly the size of my hand (open palm). I took my broom to his web today and moved him back out. Sorry, big guy.

Mostly, I've been spending lots of time with the worship team at church. We're getting ready for Christmas now, and I'll be helping with the Christmas play as well as the music. It's pretty fun. After years of singing in holiday concerts and acting in plays, getting involved in this production makes the Christmas season feel a little more real to me, even despite the heat.

Yearbook Yourself!

I was reading the great blog of an old college friend of mine, and she mentioned a website that turned out to be the evening's entertainment last night! It's called Yearbook Yourself. It will show you what your yearbook photo might have looked like if you graduated in 1958, or 1998, or anywhere in between! All my results were laugh-out-loud funny, but here are just a few of my favorites...

If I graduated in 1968, I would apparently have had the neck of a giraffe!

In 1978, the year I was born, I would have looked like this! It's so humid in Mombasa that my hair really does look like this most of the time these days...

Mm. 1982. A good year for hairspray.

And perhaps a personal favorite, 1964! Oh, dear...

The Thought Does Count

Ramadan began today. All my Muslim friends have started fasting during the daylight hours. One friend explained to me that the fast is meant to help the poor. Instead of using your money to buy food for yourself, you are supposed to give the money (or some food) to the poor. You share in their sufferings for a season by depriving yourself of food. I know Ramadan is significant for many reasons, and the meaning varies from person to person (much like Christmas in the West). This is how my friend explained it to me, however, and I like the idea that there exists in the world a month when the rich become poor that the poor might be rich.

I met the Omondi’s and their visitor Abby for lunch today at Leonardo’s, a paradise of homemade Italian Gelato and fresh pasta, located within dangerously close walking distance of my home. I ordered a Hawaiian pizza and only finished half, so I carried the rest home with me. I decided to give it to Hassani, the gardener in my apartment complex who is always ready to help me carry things upstairs. I told him to come get it when his work was done. I didn’t want to tempt him to eat in the middle of the day. So, about 20 minutes ago, he knocked on my door, and I opened to find him holding a small bowl with something wrapped in a green leaf and tied with twine. He said with a big smile, “I have come with your food!” So I went and got his package of pizza, and he left me with this… thing. He didn’t tell me what it was called – only that it is somehow related to a banana, and his mother used to make it for breakfast. I wish I could post smells on the internet, because I’ve never smelled anything quite like it. (I smelled it behind closed doors, of course, for smelling food in front of the person offering it is offensive here.) And the taste… well, there is definitely something banana-ish in there, and it’s a little smoky, and mostly it tastes like a dense loaf of nothing much. Even so, that small token brightened my whole day!

Say What?

I think Arabic is a pretty language to look at, but it's tough when I need to know what it says! Here in Mombasa where so many of our products are imported from the Middle East, I run into trouble sometimes. It makes me appreciate the marketing geniuses who came up with the logos for some of the world's biggest brands. Do you recognize these?

I've heard some pretty funny stories from people in countries that use different symbols for their alphabet. One friend of mine in Asia once brushed her teeth with hemorrhoid cream. Someone else I know used powdered sugar instead of flour in a tortilla recipe. It's a dangerous world out there...

(By the way, the answers are Diet Coke, Colgate, and Ritz)

I'm Not a "Lady in Waiting"...

While in Nairobi last week I stayed in the guest house of the International Bible Society. They have a Christian bookstore on their campus which is awesome for several reasons. One: it has the best price on Bibles in all of East Africa. Two: You can get Bibles in any Kenyan tribal language there is a translation for. Three: They have cool mugs. Four: I really like Judy, the girl who works behind the counter.

Sadly, there is one thing I regret about the place. Apart from the great Bibles, there isn’t much in that shop (easily the biggest Christian bookstore in Kenya) that isn’t fluff. Now, there may be some diamonds hiding among the… shall we say cubic zirconium?... but I’m always disappointed to find the patently shallow array of Christian self-help books and romance novels (I think we like to call it Spiritual Growth and Christian Fiction).

I have little patience for the literary (and musical) mediocrity of the evangelical world, but there is one thing I find particularly intolerable. Have you ever walked down the Women’s aisle in a Christian bookstore? Let me share with you most of the titles I found on the shelf at IBS.

Date… or Soul Mate? (How to know if someone is worth pursuing in two dates or less)
Becoming the Woman of His Dreams (Seven Qualities Every Man Longs For)
More than a Match (How to Turn the Dating Game into Lasting Love)
Dating With Passion (More than Rules, More than a Courtship, More than a Formula)
Sassy, Single, and Satisfied (Secrets to Loving the Life you’re Living)
Women Making a Difference in Marriage
Preparing for Marriage
A Wife After God’s Own Heart
A Mom After God’s Own Heart

There were a few other books about motherhood and marriage (including His Needs, Her Needs, and a potentially amusing offshoot called Mommy’s Needs, Daddy’s Needs, where I can only assume the author tries to convince young children that their parents have needs too, by golly, and you should give them a little more space). Then there is one devotional book for busy moms. Sadly, I’ve just inventoried the entire section for you.

Have you ever heard a single woman say, “I don’t feel like my life is worth anything until I get married and have kids.” What did you say to that woman? What would you say?

What is the Women’s section in the Christian bookstore saying?

What is the Church saying?

Let’s pretend for a moment that I’m a new Christian, and I’d like to know what the Church believes about singleness. If the bookstore is anything to go by, the job of a single woman is to make herself as attractive as she can and do whatever necessary to attract a man, then get married and have children as soon as possible. Then she will spend the rest of her life trying to make that marriage and those kids “work for her”.

Please hear me, I’m not trying to say that the Church should stop helping young women prepare for marriage and motherhood. I know many young women whose hearts’ desire is to be a wife and mom, and I believe that is a worthy calling. But I believe the Church has erred by bending to the world in this area, and it has placed an unhealthy focus on finding “true love”, which isn’t really true at all, and has called women away from the truths of the Bible. The Bible says if you can stay single, you should, for as long as you are single, you are able to devote yourself wholly to God and the things that concern Him. (That’s in 1 Corinthians 7.)

Well, this is a big topic, and I’m going to write more about it in the coming weeks and months. I hope you’ll feel free to comment on what I write, and even share your experiences if you like. I’m sure it would enrich my own study.

No Need for Miracle Gro!

I always tell people I have a missionary nose. Either I don’t smell very well, or I just don’t notice (the latter option is more consistent with my character J). My friend Cristina has a very sensitive nose, which is unfortunate, because she lives in Bolivia, where I’ve experienced some of the worst odors I’ve smelled to date. I’m really glad Cristina wasn’t in my house this week when I got back from Nakuru. There was a little science experiment growing in my kitchen in a pot. Two weeks ago, when I was here last, I made some oatmeal for breakfast, then put the cover on it and promptly forgot all about it (see what I mean about my character?). Now, this isn’t the first time a dirty dish has escaped my notice for a couple weeks. But this is the first time it’s happened in an un-air conditioned apartment on the equator. Whatever grew in that pot produced an odor even I couldn’t miss! I had to wrap a bandana around my face to keep from gagging while I cleaned it out.

While traveling with our visitors from Denton, we remarked a lot how small potted plants in the US grow to almost Jurassic proportions here. For instance, Americans have little potted poinsettias on our tables at Christmas time. Here they grow into 20-foot tall trees! Lantana, those sweet little ground covering flowers that sit just a couple inches off the ground in so many Texas lawns grow into giant bushes in Nairobi. Below are a few pictures of the mammoth flora we saw. Most of the time, it’s a good thing that things grow bigger and faster here. Unless you’re talking about that pot in my kitchen. But I won’t show you a picture of that.

A poinsettia tree!

Gayle said she has one of these, but it's tiny!

Schneicky, that's big!

Moved and Connected

After a month of moving, hosting visitors, and traveling, I have signed away the inheritance of any future children I may have in a contract with the most reliable (for that, read least incompetent) internet service provider in Ukunda. I no longer pay more for internet service than I pay to rent my flat. Sadly, that's only true because my rent increased! But, this is Africa, and I'm just happy to be online again!

I have so much to share from the last month! In the next few days I hope to post some things I've been saving. Be sure to check back!