Return to KedougouWell it is certainly a breath of fresh ... goat fur to be back in Kedoogoo. Just coming back into town we had to dodge a herd of cattle, only in special nooks in the wrold such as this can such an event take place.
Dirt bike highs and lows
So we're back from our first journey into Etiolo and all is well. You'll notice in the sequence of pictures the one of me on the dirt bike so hopeful and excited and another of me stuck in the mud! Man was there mud on he road to Etiolo, and that one mud pit in the photo was the worst and the deepest, seriously I swear it was. There's nothing like landing in a pile of mud ealizing your stuck...... then the engine stalls then TSSSSsss; the cool water against the scolding hot engine after its been running for 3 hours. TSSSssss warm steam riding up your legs and I thought “uh-oh better get outta this pit before Jimmy comes”. Not happening, it was quite a sloggish escapade to get that bike out of that mud but, of course my pride had to get that thing outta there before anyone could help. Ladies, its a man thing.
What a thrill to be slolemning through the back roads of Africa on a dirt bike! One ridge I perched atop of I just stopped, looked around and started praising God for this experience- one word comes to mind ELATION.
Being so close to the Saharan desert, the rest of Senegal is desert and shrub-like vegatation. However, Etiolo and southwards towards Guinea has lush, rolling hills, a beautiful tapestry to back some amazing sunsets.
`First Contact`
We arrived in Etiolo friday night and had saturday as a day to settle in before church on sunday. Church started off with worship which involvded an orchastra of tum tums (drums) and tamborines. Africans have rythym and they left me in the dust. I was schooled; as some were clapping on the down beats, some both up and down beats and still others are a mystery to me. I kept it simple making an effort to stick to 4/4 time not wanting to throw the whole assembly off.
I really enjoyed the time of testimony and prayer requests after worship. So cool to hear how God's working among His people, we also got to glorify Him for His protecion over us as we travelled.
Jimmy interpretted the message for me which went really well, he's had a lot of practice.
The message was on God's grace in Peter's life. What a thrill to look into people's eyes and see their comprehension and deep satisfaction hearing about God's amazing grace and how we needn`t be afraid of God but we can run towards Him.
I'm pretty sure I was the first one to change out of my pants after church into shorts! It's hot here in heavy cotton pants. After church I treked with some of the guys to go get some mangoes. I thought we were merely going into the field across from the church yard. Nope, a 45 minute hike later, all uphill, we came to Phillipe's house where there were a few laying around. What a treat! There's nothing like a refreshing mango on a sunday afternoon after an unexpected climb. I learned that you never know what`s in store when you leave the property.
We had a great week getting to know the people of the village. Everyone has been so warm and have brought some welcome gifts such as corn and potatoes-like things. We went fishing, hunting for birds with slingshots and also had some time to get industrious. By this I'm referring to the shaded porch area Jesse and I made ouside of our hut which goes a long way in the afternoon. This along with the potatoe sac chair Jim made has rocketed us past the Bassari people as far as luxury is concerned. It amazes me how content people are to be just inches off the ground sitting on their makeshift stools. I laugh thinking of the ergonomic chairs and desks we have in Canada, I guess they didn't get that memo.
Man the kids here are so cute! Some had meandered up to our hut and offered us some sugar cane and Jesse in turn gave them some toy cars and balloons, they were stoked! And with the innocent entrepreneurship of kids, TWICE the kids came back 10 minutes later with several long canes! Haha I'd hate to think of who's field they were taking them out of.
Soccer!
This week we also had the chance to see some great soccer matches. This week was the tail end of their playoffs and I caught both semi-finals and the finals. The field your picturing isn't the same field they played on. Corner kicks were interesting with a ten foot termite hill hogging the same corner of the field. If your ever over here, out of bounds is the long grass and for the nets, the side posts are logs and a thinner longer log for the cross bar not strong enough for the distance across as evidenced in its warped dip in the middle. I think this even caused an argument at one point. Did I mention they play in sandals.......
Funny Story: I was offered to sit next to the chief of the village on a thin piece of lumber eventually leading to the loss of blood circualtion in my leg. Not knowing the customs I thought this was a huge honor and that it'd be rude to stand up and recirculate blood back to my leg. So a played off the pins and needles untill half time when I was pulled up by one of the local church boys to go say hi to the team and give encouragement. Well I stood up took a step and felt nothing, took another and still nothing even right down to my toes! So there I was limping/draging my foot along trying to play it cool. I couldn't play it off any longer, I just stood there in the middle of the field waiting to gain some feeling in my leg while the village oggled the new white guy. I just played it off “Hey how are yah? It's cool, just something my leg does sometimes. ........... No, no really I'm fine...............how are you?”
The next game I watched I stood the whole game, I learned my lesson.
Ongoing excitment
Throughout the week we jumped right into Chorale or “youth” nights here on wednesdays and saturdays. I started teaching through the book of acts and it also gave the opportunity to try out a local kid to interpret which went well but like anything it will take some getting used to. It is excitting that there are 3 young men who are hungry to be discipled.
These three are beacons for the youth to look up to as many of the others in the villages still look to buying charms off muslim priests for good fortune. Some nights you can hear their get togethers as they are yelling and shouting. These youth however aren't intimidated by such things for they know the truth of Jesus Christ.
In another instance one of these boys plays on the local soccer team and a team member tried to sell him some charms saying that players were buying them for goodluck for the championship game. Would you believe that that team actually didn't win the game!
A Thank You
I have to thank so many of you right now for the prayer support you've been providing, it's tangible. Personally my own devotion times have been precious being refilled again and again. Also every activity seems to have a flow to it, “Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, says the Lord of hosts”. God's spoken peace to my heart on several things I've brought to Him in prayer confirming it's His work and it's His Spirit that's doing the work.
The Spiritual
I was reading KP Yohannan's book “Revolution in World Missions” and it really struck home to me that so often we think it's a food problem or a money problem but it isn't KP writes, it's a spiritual problem, we see that here in Senegal.
For instance, in Dakar, the capital, there are muslim priests selling charms or “gri gries” as cures of all varieties of sicknesses offering to buy God's favour.
Like God cares about money- “I will not take a bull from your house, nor goats from your folds. For every beast of the forest is Mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills. I know all the birds on the mountains, and the wild beasts of the field are Mine”-Psalms 50:9-11.
Also, the muslim priests literally have slaves who go around a beg for them all day long giving them their daily earnings. These are usually kids aged 4-9 and it is their duty to their religion to leave home and go begging. These kids do not attend school, the only reading they do is a few memorization verses from the kuran. It's a shame when such practices are allowed culturally because the people are scared and unaware of the freedom available to them in Jesus Christ.
Let's pray for God's children over here and that God would set these captives free from such an oppresive spirit!
In Etiolo there are those who are muslim but as is the case in many Islam dominated countries, they don't really understand the kuran or know of the life Muhamed led. Instead it is more about the traditions which are deeply engrained from the time of youth, whereby such traditions they hope to earn God`s favour.
Interesting, I heard a speaker talk on how muslims will often say `God is merciful` but they won`t say that He is love. If God is love, He would be the opitimization of love; be the greatest lover. This would inevitably point to Jesus who taught `No greater love is there than for a man to lay down his life for another` and that`s exactly what Jesus did for us.
But they do have a strong belief in the spiritual which I think is a good start, and it'll be interesting how Jesus is going to reveal Himself to them. I'm sure it'll be slightly different than it is in North America but then again maybe not, salvation is simple and I selfishly would love to see adoring tears of bewilderment fill eyes as they see in their hearts that
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His only Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.” -John 3:16-17
Highlights
I still find myself giggling to myself in appreciation anytime I survey this wonderland around me. We`ve had some funny observations, and to quote Jesse between bursts of laughter “where else would we have a conversation like this except in Africa!?”
A few memories come to mind like opening the bathroom door and seeing 3 or 4 lizards scurry away through holes in the tin roof.
Or just the fact that I'm becoming accostumed to the old fridge we use as our cupborad and that it is longer just a cruel taunt and reminder of the tresure chest it is in another part of the world.
Throughout the day, national geographic images shine into my retnas without warning as various birds of all colours scurry lazily overhead using short bursts of effort overhead maintaining flight. I`m looking forward to the next month or so when the chimpanzees migrate back to Etiolo. I hear Jane Goodall does some local work.
Coming Up
During the next leg we`ll be planning for the arrival of some missionaries in November, working on the Kedougou mission compound with a massonry project and setting up beds and other ammenities for incoming brothers and sisters in Christ. One of the missions for this group will be expanding the church and doing some much needed structural improvments in the nearby village Ekess.
As for me, my focus is continuing to grow closer to Him and to know His love more and more . I was encouraged by Pastor Brett Robinson's message reminding to expect God's love and to live in that assurance as the whole church body did in Acts.
Also I`m enjoying having my brain picked by these young guys in the church and teaching them. The village just decided on Sunday to let these guys have a diminished workload in the community so they can devote themselves to ministry training. Lets lift these guys up in our prayer closets, that they would grow in character and in His word.
We`re also beginning to miss certain aspects of Canadian culture too. The running joke is to have a daily craving for some Canadian food be that a big mac, or steak or even grapes. Enjoy them for me guys, I`ll certainly put a dent in the food budget when I get home.
Love and miss you guys,
Joseph
