tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724642505677657452024-03-18T02:48:08.818-07:00LION of Zambia blogMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.comBlogger292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-83096797289354976922014-02-27T04:29:00.000-08:002014-02-27T04:29:56.703-08:00JOY<br />
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It comes in the Morning. That’s what the Bible says, so it’s what God says. </div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And He, of course, is ALWAYS right. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Even when things don’t make sense or it seems like it it might come in the morning for others, but not for me. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It still does. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A friend here wrote me about the process of getting a Driver’s License and I remember writing about it on the blog so today I found my way back over here to the LION blog. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And I just read the last entry and remembered writing it with a solemn and sober, discouraged heart. A little hopeful, but still a discouraged heart. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">But the Lord works beauty out of messes and what once was a heavy cloud seems to be sunshine now even in the midst of other rain (challenges, difficulties and chaos)</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So I wanted to add an “update” to the last entry, because why end it on a discouraged note, when it can end on a joyful one! </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So we have found our joy once again. And here we are living. loving. doing. being. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Living our life, raising our kids. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Loving each other, this is the greatest joy of all. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Doing the work that is in front of us at the moment to do. For James that is teaching at an International School and for me it is my baking business. We both have plans and dreams for more, and are confident there will be more.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And being. Maybe it should be “striving” to be being what God has called us to be. To leave our mark on this part of the world in whatever way we can. To relate to and enter into pain, sorrow, hardships, happiness and joy with people, <b>all</b> kinds of people. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">If you are reading this because you were interested in the ministries, then you can check out their new blog run by the LION ministries. (<a href="http://www.lionofzambia.wordpress.com/"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #191aa3; text-decoration: underline;">www.lionofzambia.wordpress.com</span></a>) </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">James still gets calls and messages from his former students, asking about him. Same for me. We are still involved in the lives of some of the people and children that God put on our hearts. The people and the place are on our hearts and that has never changed. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">If you are reading this because you are interested in US as a family, then this update is just to tell you we are doing well. And if you don’t care what kind of work we are doing, where we are living or what ‘brand’ of church we are attending, but you just love us, then you already know how to get ahold of us and how we really are doing anyway! </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Peace out. </span></div>
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Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-71631647478804625542013-02-27T00:15:00.000-08:002013-02-27T00:15:04.029-08:00Changes <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">I thought I should write an update for the LION Blog. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Many of the churches that supported us know this already but others don’t, including some friends and extended family. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We have stepped out of the ministry here in Zambia with LION. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We have had struggles in the home the last couple years and decided it would be best to step out of ministry work entirely for a time and focus on things at home. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We pray and hope that some day we can do “ministry” work again. If that is what the Lord wants. If not, that is ok too. Those that have had the blessing of hearing James preach and be under his ministry know how God has really gifted him. He never has been afraid of hard work or doing a job that needs to be done that no one else wants to step up and do. Which is partly why there are two colleges training pastors in Zambia now that didn’t exist before. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We don’t know what the future holds so will have to wait and see, but our work with LION is done. We have been so thankful for the opportunity to work here and be sent out from our home church and supported by churches in America. We were very blessed to be able to move here and have the full financial support needed to do the work. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Though our work with the mission of LION is finished, we have decided to stay in Zambia. We love it here, love the people and this has become our home. We know that many people do not understand that or will not ever be able to relate, but that’s ok. Certainly life is much harder here, not the ease of America in just having many of the basic things we all take for granted. But there is also a simplicity and peacefulness that is hard to explain. We have finally felt settled here. The kids have good friends and we as well have been developing friendships. We feel comfortable at our church and we have an evening Sunday night international bible study that we attend. It is made up of christians from various denominations. Many westerners and africans. There are missionaries and expatriates too, of which we are now part of that group. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">This means we are no longer supported by any churches or individuals in the States and will be living and working here on our own. A big change for us when we have been connected with and employed by (for the majority of that time) our church in Louisville for the last 15 years. James has an undergraduate degree in English and so has started teaching part-time for an international school here in Lusaka. We are hopeful this will turn into a full-time job but will have to wait and see. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">So obviously things are a lot tighter now financially. Everyone knows teachers don’t make much money...Teachers in other countries often make even less. So we will wait and see what the Lord has planned for us. If after some time of trying to make it work living here and it seems like we can’t make ends meet, or its not working then we will look at coming back to the States. Which in itself is another major life change to move back. You don’t just up and move a family of 8 back across the world. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">For now, I am continuing to be at home. Two of the kids are doing correspondence classes at home through DVD programs. Though if they are able next school year they would probably go to school where James teaches. Also the younger kids are still in school at a Zambian church school, and have friendships there that have been a blessing to them. Though the education is not as great as what they would be getting if I was teaching them at home, it is a decent education, a good one for Zambian standards and quite frankly I have no desire to be homeschooling. The teachers care about the kids, it is a christian education and we think it has been a good experience for the kids to be in school there. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I am looking at a few options to try and bring a little extra money in, while being at home. There is still a lot of work at home to do, raising 6 kids, driving everyone here and there on top of the increased housework of basic tasks like boiling water, laundry etc that take longer to do living in a third world country. Things that our house helper has done in the past, but we will be letting her go as well as our night time guard to save money. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The ministries we started and worked with, will continue on. We hope and trust the funding and support for them will continue. They have always been under the oversight of the local Zambian church here, Kabwata Baptist Church, and will continue to remain that way. </span>It has been the desire from the beginning, once things were started especially with the colleges to have them run by the Zambians. Things were already in place with the pastoral training moving in that direction, though there is still a transition period right now. They are in the process of hiring someone to oversee the Lusaka Ministerial College and the HOPE Kabanana orphan work. </div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Regarding the orphan work, that is still continuing on and we hope that those people who were supporting and sponsoring the orphans individually will continue. The kids still need the sponsorship and the church in Louisville is still receiving and distributing the funds to the church here to support the kids on the ground. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The other American that was working with us, Katryn is getting married and moving away in a couple months so also will no longer be part of the LION ministry. So, it will truly be a “Zambian” run program. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">He uses people for a time and then continues on using others. It is not dependent on us, and never was. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">We do know that in all these things God is working it out for our good and the good of the Zambians. Sometimes that is hard to see or understand. We love those that we have been working with and plan to continue in a friendship with them, volunteering when we are able whether they are the pastors at the colleges or the orphans in Kabanana. I know the kids would still love to come here for the annual swim party. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">If you are on Facebook, you can continue to follow the LION page. One of the newly hired staff members Mwindula Mbewe is also administrating the page and should continue to update the various works on Facebook. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Thank you to all those that read the blog, followed our work here, expressed love and prayers and support for us, and have encouraged us. Encouraged us when we came here and even those that have now still been an encouragement to us in leaving the ministry and remaining in Zambia. We sincerely appreciate it! </span></div>
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Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-59568088327980305832013-01-30T18:09:00.001-08:002013-01-30T18:12:39.141-08:00HOPE Camp Video (August 2012) Here is a video from the first Camp<br />
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Hope you enjoy watching the video. The kids all had such a great time and we hope this will be an annual camp for them. No one wanted to go home. ( Except us the "aunties"!)<br />
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1. ORPHAN MINISTRY. We recently had all 43 kids we sponsor over to the house for a day of swimming, eating, and fellowshipping together. It went very well, and the kids had a great time. With the increased number of kids, we have needed to hire new workers. Fanny Banda, who was doing a great job as a volunteer for us, has now become a full time employee. At the same time, Katryn Belke is engaged to be married and will be moving to northern Zambia. Congratulations, Kat! We'll miss her, and are thankful for her work here the past two years. Thankfully, the Lord has provided a Zambian man to fill that role. It should be a big help to have a male worker, since the majority of our sponsored kids are boys. He is scheduled to begin working in January, Lord willing. </div>
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2. COPPERBELT COLLEGE (CMC). We have been blessed to see the Copperbelt College grow a lot in the last year. This past week's classes had the highest attendance yet, including three Malawi brethren whom I met in August on a short trip there with Pastor Ron Baines from Maine. Many of the present group of students are having their first exposure to Reformed teaching, and it is not uncommon for that to shake them and their churches up quite a bit. I was struck just last week with a student who said the teaching of this college is having a great impact on himself and his fellow ministers and they are committed to come to the college from afar to get this teaching, because it's nowhere to be found in their region. It reminded me of the importance of this work of providing solid teaching to such men. It was also striking because I hear that kind of thing literally every month or two from some student or another! Let us not grow complacent and take these blessings for granted!</div>
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3. LUSAKA COLLEGE. As we have turned over the work of CMC more and more to the brethren there, we are seeking to do the same here in Lusaka. Isaac Makashinyi is set to take over from me as principal in January. I will still have a lot of the day to day responsibilities since he is also pastoring his church, but he will be the man in charge. Pray for the Lord's blessing on this transition. We have had about 5 or 6 new students interested in joining the college in the last two months, which is also exciting. They should start when we resume in January. I have taught Foundations of Theological Study, the Pentateuch, and other courses this past year at LMC and elsewhere, as well as preaching and teaching regularly in the churches around here.</div>
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4. COME OVER AND HELP. We continue to receive requests to work in other parts of the country and beyond. Zambia has more qualified Reformed pastors to teach than the rest of southern Africa, and some countries have almost no such teachers. As a result, we have sought to send local pastors to Botswana, Malawi, and Kenya, and I have gone to those places as well. There are also opportunities in parts of Zambia where the Gospel has made less impact and the pastors are fairly ignorant of basic Biblical teaching. With the increasing requests and demands, it would be helpful to have another full time worker involved in one or more of these places. We are doing what we can, but the "come over and help" we are receiving is also being passed on back to you brethren in the States and elsewhere. We are seeking the Lord's direction concerning the future of the work of ministerial training, and what may be needed for that work. Please pray for the Lord's direction about and/or provision of someone who can teach pastors here and elsewhere and help in the development of new regions for ministerial training.</div>
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5. FAMILY UPDATE. It has been a busy and trying year for the family here. There is never a dull moment with six kids around! With Megan gone right now, I've already had two or three Daddy questions just while writing this note! We're thankful that the kids have all done well in school, and have made new friends. The three older kids have especially improved in the area of friendships, as they've met some American missionary kids and others who they could connect with, as well as developing some friendships with Zambians at church and school. Grace, our adopted Zambian daughter, has adjusted well overall in her two years with us, though she has been a handful! We have come to realize that in so many things she is having to go through the emotional stages she would have as a baby, and that requires a lot of patience on our part. Even her school teacher said she is "hyper active"! But still adorably cute. Megan spends 1 or 2 days a week helping oversee Hope Kabanana, the orphan ministry in Kabanana, which will increase a bit this month with the Christmas gift time approaching. She does a good job with that ministry. The rest of her week consists of dropping and picking up the kids from school, shopping for the family and supplies for Hope, etc. Thankfully, most of the housework is done by the housekeeper, Miss Catherine. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>We are keenly aware that without the Lord's upholding grace, we would not make it. He has been exceedingly patient and merciful toward us. Please continue to pray for the Lord's work here. May His beloved Son the Lord Jesus receive great glory in response to your prayers!</div>
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Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-7470488083247295302012-11-11T08:18:00.001-08:002012-11-11T08:18:47.655-08:00HOPE Swim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
We had our 3rd Annual HOPE Kabanana Swim Party at our home yesterday. The kids arrived about 11 and had lunch and swam and played. Everyone seemed to enjoy their time. </div>
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We had probably twice as many kids as last year since we have added more but than pretty much all but 2 or 3 kids that are currently in the program were in attendance. This is the first time we have had all the kids together as the other events and functions seems like several were gone for various reasons. </div>
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The kids enjoyed the pool, swing, scooters, trampoline, soccerball, and this year, basketball and the zipline. Seems like it all was a hit! </div>
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The Lord blessed and the rains held off until all the kids were out of the pool and preparing to leave and then it was a down pour for several hours! </div>
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<br />Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-81593583670088381552012-10-21T07:12:00.000-07:002012-10-21T07:12:04.596-07:00Church in Lilanda<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
We went to church at one of my favorite churches this morning. The Living Gospel World Mission Church with pastor Nsangu Phiri. Pastor McDearmon preached there this morning. I debriefed him on the drive over, since James was taking the other two men to preach at different churches. I thought it might help to be prepared for the "lively" worship and singing, the multitude of distractions and that he would receive a chicken as his thank you for preaching! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pastor Phiri translated, and did a great job at that.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The other 2 elders at the church along with Pastor McDearmon and Pastor Phiri</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pastor McDearmon was delighted to see among Pastor Phiri's books, the ESV Study Bible that their church donated to the pastors over a year and a half ago. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Washing hands before eating the snack that they always so graciously give us.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our troopers! <br />They do a great job when we are visiting these churches. It is often very hot, like today, and services are long and loud and can be a test of our endurance ( mine included) on many days.<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The gift of the chicken!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pastor Phiri's family. <br />He has 7 children ( one is not pictured) and then has also taken in 4 children that were needy in the church. And I assure you he does not have a big house or a big salary. He just saw the need and acted on it. </td></tr>
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<br />Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-25191576063201429952012-10-20T12:17:00.002-07:002012-10-20T12:17:52.347-07:00HOPE Sponsors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
The Orphan Ministry links kids with sponsors. The sponsors write them letters, the kids write back, (less frequently) and we send updates and pictures of the kids. </div>
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One of the happiest times is when these kids actually get to meet their sponsors. It has happened for a few of the kids. This week Ken and Pastor McDearmon got to meet the boys that they are sponsoring! </div>
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Then Morgan Tembo was able to meet his sponsor that he has been writing for the last 2 years.<br />
In his letters to the McDearmons he mentioned he wanted to be an auto mechanic. So Pastor McDearmon brought over some brochures on different cars, a die cast model car and a type of a mechanics handbook. It was so sweet to see Morgan ( in his very reserved Zambian way) very happy!<br />
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They arrived last Saturday and had several suitcases full of books, gifts for the orphans and things for us. Including Sarah's school dvd curriculum for next year. Exciting! </div>
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On Sunday the three men split up and Pastor McDearmon preached at Emmasdale Baptist Church, </div>
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Rob preached at our home church Ibex Hill Baptist Church and Ken preached out in Kabanana at Faith Baptist Church. Our family went with Ken. It had been a year since we were last at church there. </div>
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Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-49287975132022499512012-10-13T13:16:00.000-07:002012-10-13T13:16:04.079-07:00On the way to schoolThe drive from our house to the kids school is only about 5 miles, and takes about 10-15 minutes.<br />
It is a paved road with many dirt roads branching off of it. It goes through the area of Chilenge.<br />
There are always people walking on the side of the road everywhere we go.<br />
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By now, we have become used to so many things here that we see just while driving down the road.<br />
But I remember that it is not the "typical things" you all would be seeing on your drive to church or your kids school. So I have kept a notebook in the car and asked Ian to write down the things they see as we are driving. They are in random order, but honestly it is quite funny how random they are as we are seeing them. And they are all on the side of the road...<br />
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In August we had our first ever camp for the orphans. They all had a great time! It was so fun to see them all enjoying themselves. </div>
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The kids arrived Tuesday around lunchtime. We met with them for an orientation and then let them set up in the cabins. The campground where we were meeting was in lusaka west out at Ciyanjano. Some friends of ours run the campground. ( part of the ACTION Zambia Ministries) </div>
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The kids were so excited to be setting up their blankets and settling in. For almost every single child, this was an opportunity to sleep on a bed, with a mattress!- not on the concrete or dirt floor that they sleep on at home. </div>
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There was a great playground, plenty of space to play football, and a volleyball court. The kids immediately started playing and whenever there was not an activity going on they were found at those places or napping enjoying their beds. </div>
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We planned the menu and meals and I purchased all the food, but the best part was that for about $10 each day we had 2 ladies cooking and cleaning up after the meals for us.</div>
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That was great! </div>
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In the mornings we had a type of VBS for the kids with crafts and activities. Catie Woodman from MI came to help us out with the VBS. Then in the afternoons we had scheduled times of meeting with the kids to talk about hygiene or getting along with each other as well as some other activities. </div>
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Then in the evenings we had a service. James preached for one evening and then Pastor Thole preached the other 2 evenings. He told the kids to call him "Uncle T"...</div>
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The messages were geared especially for the kids and went very well. Uncle T taught the kids a song, " I am so happy..." For there is no condemnation in my heart..</div>
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The older boys did a skit for us and sang a few songs, then Francis helped the younger kids practice a song to sing for us as well. It was very sweet. </div>
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When it was time to leave the kids didn't want to go. Katryn said if we could find another group of "mothers" to come take care of the kids they would be happy another week there. We were exhausted. </div>
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Among us, we split up in the cabins. Maureen and I took the little boys cabin and then Fanny and Kat, along with Catie took the girls cabin. So we each were responsible for specific kids. That seemed to work out well. A bit of drama in some of the other cabins, the older boys and the girls so Maureen and I were joking with the others about "our kids" and next year we would have them again...no drama yet with little boys. </div>
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Uncle T encouraged us to make this an annual camp for the kids as he pointed to how many times its at camps like this that the kids lives are most directly impacted. For us, it was a great time to spend more time with the kids in a fun environment and where they were comfortable and continue to make tiny drops of deposits into their lives. It is for the long hual. It's not just one camp or tutoring session or meeting that is going to impact the kids lives the way we want to, so it is p'ongono p'ongono. (little by little). </div>
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The last night we roasted Marshmallows. Catie had asked if there was anything she could bring us, and I told her I wanted to do smores with the kids! That was a huge hit and they ALL loved it! It was so fun to see them enjoying the bonfire and roasting. Even Fanny and Maureen had their first ever Smore... </div>
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It is great to do theses fun things with them that we usually can do with our own kids. <br />
I have many pictures that I put into a video/slide show and have been waiting to post but the internet...<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;">Andy Dunkerton from Mebane, North Carolina came in July with David Scott.<br />They taught the men at the Lusaka Ministerial college for a week.<br />It was great to see Andy again, he had come to Zambia a few months after we had first moved here 2 and a half years ago. It was our first time to meet David and we also enjoyed having him here.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigP2avcwzKFNaaY7UusBOBfgDZZ-h42mMZH6n02bgzbAwtxdvOd6lGBoybDVI9AKwx6zXkL_ZpqEbv_40CYrbrVx8G53SL2dxmAL5nqJK0r2DsAx2pHHMlep9YEZ9ocav9zWQ4mAEU1I2Z/s1600/group+of+guys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigP2avcwzKFNaaY7UusBOBfgDZZ-h42mMZH6n02bgzbAwtxdvOd6lGBoybDVI9AKwx6zXkL_ZpqEbv_40CYrbrVx8G53SL2dxmAL5nqJK0r2DsAx2pHHMlep9YEZ9ocav9zWQ4mAEU1I2Z/s320/group+of+guys.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David went with James to buy the tickets at the Intercity bus station. Davis said it was quite the experience! </td></tr>
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<br />Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-5427893853605836422012-08-04T14:27:00.000-07:002012-08-04T14:27:11.473-07:00Mrs. Tembo's passingMrs. Tembo passed away Thursday evening. <br />
She was taken to the hospital a week and a half ago and remained there until she died. <br />
Over the past month I visited her about every week, and James was able to see her as well. Sadly, none of her children came to the hospital. <br />
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There is so much that could be said, even about visiting her in the hospital and the conditions there, but I just wanted to write and ask for prayers for the children. They are now double orphans and really have no relative that cares enough or has the ability to take care of meeting their needs. <br />
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I received the news Friday morning. I had lots of things to do for the day, picking up the kids results from school and meeting with their teachers since they have finished the second term and are now on holiday break and getting ready for 2 birthday parties this weekend, for Ian and Emma. So I didn’t have any time to go up to Kabanana until late afternoon. I had called Maureen to ask her to meet me there since the funeral, which is what we would call the visitation, was at another relatives home. She wasn’t available and so I was trying to get someone to meet me there and in the end it worked out for Fanny to go with me, even though she had been there in the morning with Katryn and Maureen and she was going back to stay overnight. <br />
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The funeral lasts usually 2 days, and people will sleep over at the home and stay with the family for the next 2 days, then the burial will take place. <br />
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So when I got there, everyone was having their lunch. There were groups of people in several rooms of the unfinished concrete house. I saw Wisdom and Morgan along with their friend Kelly in one of the rooms. I greeted them expressed my sympathy and they invited me to join them. I first went to greet the mother of Mrs. Tembo and some other ladies but then went back to where the boys were and sat on a concrete block with them and we ate nshima together. Wisdom was quiet the whole time, and Morgan felt like talking. We talked about various things, including the camp we are having in a few days for all the kids, as well as the day before when they had met with Joseph and he taught them how to use the computer and played football with the boys. They had great fun. It was so good to see them all laughing and enjoying themselves, just the day before. <br />
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When we arrived at the house we saw Nathan walking out, crying. <br />
He had been at school all day, this is his first week of college classes, and had just heard the news right then. <br />
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He went to his home alone. <br />
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As morgan and I were talking, he asked me if both of my parents were still alive. I told him yes, they were. Then he asked how old they are. In their 60’s I told him. Which is old for the Zambian life span. He then asked again, “both of them?” <br />
it was at that point I realized how blessed I have been and how blessed I still am. <br />
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Morgan has essentially been orphaned 3 times. His mom, he was told last year, was not really his mom, but his aunt and she has been raising him as her own. So now here he is with another parent dying. <br />
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When I finished visiting with them we prayed and then I went to the other room to find Fanny and we started to leave. She then mentioned going to see Nathan and so we left with Wisdom and Morgan to go check on their brother. <br />
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We entered into the Tembo’s home and waited in the sitting room while the boys went into the one bedroom in the house to check on him. They then said that we could come in and they walked out of the room. <br />
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Nathan was still grieving and it was very hard and sad. He mentioned how hard his mom had worked for his education and that now she wouldn’t be there to see the fruits of that. <br />
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Fanny encouraged him and then I told him that just a few weeks ago his mom had asked to see me and when I went in, she was talking about Nathan and his school and that no one else would help him. She was worried for him, that he had come so far and been accepted and now was waiting for his school fees to be paid for college. <br />
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I assured her of our commitment to helping him, and that we care about him and want to see him do well. I encouraged her with how well all her boys were doing and that she was very blessed. She spoke for a long time to Fanny in vernacular, and then Fanny translated the main point of what she was saying which was “Thank you”, and that she could now be at peace. She was crying saying thank you and several other things which moved me to know how grateful she was for the help the kids have received. <br />
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Over the years we have had several not so pleasant interactions as we have argued to get Wisdom on medications and had to remove her oldest daughter from the program as she became pregnant and then lied to us that she was raped. We have had many struggles with her and the family and at times I walked out of the house frustrated with her and she upset with me. <br />
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But here at the end of her life, she was seeing that we only wanted the good of her children and even her own good. So she thanked me many times and through tears, said, “Megan I love you”. I told her I loved her to, which at that point I had tears streaming down my face as well. I took part of a chitenge that was laying on her bed and wiped the tears from her eyes. I then tried to speak of Christ and trusting Him only for her hope of Heaven. We prayed and then we left. In the car going home Fanny remarked how she has never heard her say that to anyone. (That as well moved me to tears again that she would want to tell me) <br />
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I visited her 2 other times after that, and then she died. <br />
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So as I saw Nathan crying at the very same place his mother had been, it was quite difficult. We stayed with him for a little bit and then got ready to leave. I asked Fanny to pray for us and we called Morgan and Nathan in to the room. We held hands and she prayed, and then we left. <br />
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As we were driving away, Fanny and I were talking about the certain “sweetness” of being there with them for that moment. She said it was like in the beginning. Just her and I and the Tembos. They were the first kids we started working with 2 and a half years ago, back when it was just Fanny and I. <br />
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I am very thankful in God’s providence how he worked out the details and the timing for the events on that day. It was certainly a sad and difficult day. <br />
Tomorrow morning is the burial. This will actually be my first time to attend a burial service in Zambia. <br />
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Please pray for the kids. Nathan is now the head of the home and they need much help materially and emotionally. Also please pray for Wisdom. He knows that he has the disease that ultimately took his mother’s life. He also has been “coached” on the evils of taking medication, by his own mother. Pray that when the time comes, he will be willing to start the medications. And pray for the outpouring of love and comfort and peace to these children, that they would know the hand of God in this dark time. Thank you.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-21051293140239379822012-07-06T07:43:00.000-07:002012-07-06T07:43:02.757-07:00DyingWhen we think of someone dying, we often picture them in their hospital bed, being attended to by family and friends who are trying to make them as comfortable as possible. The best medicines are available to them, and the pain is eased. <br />
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Or, if they are choosing to “die at home” then they are in their own bed, surrounded by their familiar things, still being made as comfortable as they can be, propped up on several pillows, given sips of water through a straw, again being attended to. <br />
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Yesterday Maureen and I visited Mrs. Tembo. Since meeting her in April 2010 she has been dying of AIDS. Several times, people have come to say their goodbyes only to find that she has rallied again and is hanging on to her life. However, This week, she “really and truly” seems to be dying. The last few months she has been in and out of the hospital leaving each time because she refuses to take medication or be test for HIV. <br />
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We walked into her yard and right there on the ground, lying on a mealie sack was Mrs. Tembo. She was covered with a chitenge, and another chitenge was folded up and her head was resting on it. She was trying to get warm. She had two sweaters on, which just hung on her tiny body. She had her arm propped up on her head and was trying to shield her eyes from the sun. With the other hand and very little strength to even move it, she was trying to push the flies away that kept landing on her face. She was the frailest I have ever seen anyone to be, and her skin had shriveled up. She was lying on her side and I noticed her legs, the outline of just mere bones. Her mouth was parched and dry with sores on her lips. <br />
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Maureen and I greeted her and her mother who was there taking care of her. She spoke a few words and then we just sat there, quiet. I told her she was blessed with some good kids and tried to encourage her in that. Over the years, so many things have been said about her health, about taking medicine, about her wrong view of God, about her church....that what else can be said at the end. We sat there for quite a while, or maybe the silence made it seem like a long time. <br />
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She has spoken to all her children, except Wisdom, about her nearing the point of dying. She asked for Watermelon and some juice when Fanny and Katryn visited earlier in the week and yesterday she asked Maureen and I, if she could have liver and nshima. She had not eaten for several days in a row. So we said we would go and get some for her. She sat up to take a few drinks and then we left. <br />
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When we arrived with the liver and bag of mealie, the mother clapped her hands and “blessed” us for bringing it. We went inside the house and Mrs. Tembo now was laying on the rug on the concrete floor of the house. She said thank you and we sat with her a few more minutes and then just before we got up to leave, Maureen prayed. <br />
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Their house is at the end of a long dirt road way back up in the compound. When we sat outside with her earlier, in the silence, I looked around. It was a beautiful clear sunny day. A man walked by pushing a wheelbarrow. Another woman passed by with a pot of water on her head. A young boy on his way to school in his uniform. A chicken running in the yard. A small child crying and another older child, saying “sorry..sorry..its ok, don’t cry”. In the distance just green trees, a few houses and the blue sky. I noticed a banana tree among them. I wanted to take it all in. Not in a pleasant way, as if the moment was exciting or joyful and I wanted to keep that picture in my mind, but because it was sobering. Surreal and Real. Surreal for me, that there I was sitting in Africa with a dying woman as she lay on the ground. And real... because this is real life. <br />
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Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-85046696507312281492012-06-24T13:31:00.000-07:002012-06-24T13:31:27.945-07:00Adoption HeartbreakSome of our friends know that we had a woman renting our house while we were away in America that had come here with her husband and daughter seeking to adopt 2 girls from Zambia. The Lewis family. <br />
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We met over email, they were looking to adopt and came across something from us and heard that we would be away in America for a few months. We began emailing about adoption and about renting our place. The laws in Zambia state that the child being adopted must be “fostered” for 3 months in Zambia before they can be adopted. <br />
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Everything seemed to fall into place and they were able to come a few days before we left Zambia. This worked out great because we were able to pick them from the airport show them around Lusaka, introduce them to our friends and take them to the social welfare office. We had gone to an orphanage as well just to see and later a friend Stephanie took them out to another orphanage where her daughter was from and they began to get information on two girls and started to get to know them. <br />
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The adoption process had changed some from when we adopted Grace. <br />
For us, we met with social welfare and they had a list of kids in orphanages that were already “available”, - cleared for adoption. I had hoped this would be the case for our friends Jacky and Darren, but they no longer were doing that. Instead they had to work at getting the children “cleared” for adoption once they met them. <br />
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After 2 weeks in country Jacky’s husband had to leave to go back to work so she remained in a foreign land with her 2 year old daughter. They had at least met the girls they were planning to adopt by then and so began the process. Essentially Jacky was left here to navigate the adoption process with social welfare and a lawyer that they hired shortly after beginning the process. <br />
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Both the lawyer and the worker at social welfare were supposed to help “fight” for these kids. To fight for them to get them into a loving home. <br />
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Visits were made, papers filed, appointments made, some appointments kept, alot of appointments canceled, promises made, and promises not kept... and so began the waiting period and the tug of war for these kids. <br />
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The first girl after a month they were able to get the necessary papers to bring her “home” just in time for Christmas. (This is home to zambia home) The second girl they had hoped to adopt had challenges associated with her adoption they thought they were not going to be able to get her , then they were, so they brought her “home” end of Jan. <br />
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The lawyer had told Jacky and Darren that the 3 month “fostering” period can actually start from time of meeting and interacting with the kids so it would not have to be a literal 3 months in your home. I am not sure why he said this or how he thought he was going to get around it, but he did. This news encouraged them to go ahead and pursue the 2nd child because they could all be “in theory” or in his “opinion” adopted right after the 3 months of “meeting them” had occurred. <br />
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By the end of March the first child’s adoption was supposed to be complete. Sometime they found out that what the lawyer had said was indeed not true and they would have to remain in the country the whole 3 months from child number 2’s coming to live in the home. This was very hard news and an emotionally difficult time to contemplate being away even longer. <br />
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Many bumps and challenges along the road. Somewhere in the middle of their adoption process the social welfare began firing workers for participating in corruption in the office and adoption process. This added to the upheaval as now everyone was skittish and under suspect for their dealings in foreign adoptions especially. <br />
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Her husband was able to come for a week visit in February but besides that week she had been here on her own with her biological daughter for 8 months, when they had anticipated only 3-4 months.<br />
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Along the way more papers were found to be lacking in the files, police reports needed, some files the social worker lost, other papers having to be re-signed... and then the day after the the police report was granted someone came to the police claiming to be the mother of one of the girls. It was found untrue, but it all added to the drama and the “is this ever going to end” feeling. <br />
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When all the right papers were FINALLY filed about a month ago, they expected to go to court the very next day because that is what the lawyer had said would happen. But they soon found out that they now had to wait the 3 months from the date of adoption notification. <br />
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The adoption notification paper was not filed when it should have been filed. So they were required to then wait out the 3 months from THAT date. Because the lawyer and the social worker messed up on that document and they waited too long to file it, it was going to be another few weeks on the one girl just to get a court date and another 2 months on the second girl. (This would not included the extra few weeks to get immigration and passports, etc. ) <br />
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I went with Jacky to appeal to one of the director’s at social welfare, a very kind woman who is a member at Katryn’s church. I had met her almost 2 years ago but remembered she was fairly high up in the department. Unfortunately she had been on leave for several months and was not able to be more helpful and involved in the process. She essentially said not much could be done, but she did call the social worker in and asked her to see about changing to a different magistrate to hear the case out. I don’t think the social worker ever came through on that. <br />
My last thought was to take it to the supreme court justice that we know from our church and see if she could help. But, it was not to happen. <br />
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It was at this point that they decided it was time to go home. Jacky’s husband Darren, who had been talking her through the process from an ocean away and missing her all this time, said it was time. <br />
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Zambians will often tell you want they think you want to hear, rather than being upfront and honest about the situation. Both the lawyer and the social worker had many times of saying one thing and it never happened, or one more day, one more week, one last document... this had gone on for months, so that they no longer believed them or anything about the process. <br />
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It was so very sad. So this past week was Jacky’s last week with the girls. The girls that she has loved and cared for, for the last 7 months. The girls that have called her mommy, and had anticipated with hope of being brought into a “forever family”. She had to legally revoke the committal orders that had given her custody of the children and they were taken back into custody of social welfare. Friday she brought them back to the orphanage that they came from. And today she got on a plane with her biological daughter and left Zambia, headed back to her husband, her family and her home. <br />
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Please pray for all involved, but especially please pray for the two girls, that the Lord would still provide them with a family. <br />
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*I can in no way in one blog post describe or encompass all the facts, the situations, emotions, difficulties and challenges, of these past 8 months for my friend Jacky and her family. But I did want to give an update from what information I knew and the little involvement I have had with her and the adoption and the social welfare office, and ask others to pray. <br />
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For more information you can check out their blog. www.heartacrossthewater.blogspot.comMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-77338733224555393912012-06-23T06:44:00.001-07:002012-06-23T06:44:57.861-07:00Growing...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlCWffMPl1noy5kwmAZ637NRlGh_K3r_hH5wV4c_tOlKVkY7tpWcnR4Gsosxr7bqarIz7zmoXMqTwjgjPWpBXglIN3eQJurYInEED-XuPlwqmWmIOG9XPXyRbEevvNfB9tyAfe2OPyuRt/s1600/bw+kids+staff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="159" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlCWffMPl1noy5kwmAZ637NRlGh_K3r_hH5wV4c_tOlKVkY7tpWcnR4Gsosxr7bqarIz7zmoXMqTwjgjPWpBXglIN3eQJurYInEED-XuPlwqmWmIOG9XPXyRbEevvNfB9tyAfe2OPyuRt/s400/bw+kids+staff.jpg" /></a><br />
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We had our first group meeting with all the kids together since adding the new ones. 10 of them did not show up, so instead of the 45, we had 35. It went well and I think it was most exciting to see them all in the room meeting with us. I just was looking around thinking wow, in 2 years, what all the Lord has done and how the work has grown. <br />
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We had several issues to discuss with the kids, most importantly being respect. For one another, for the teachers and workers in the ministry, for the building and supplies that we have been blessed with, for the homes that they are in particularly Maureen's as they eat lunch from her place. <br />
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Then we just had basic things to discuss , rules for the classroom, what they need to do when they are sick, etc. We are wanting them to be coming directly to Maureen or Fanny instead of going to the clinic on their own. When they do that, they then come to us later asking to pay for their costs or with a bad diagnosis. So we want to be involved in the beginning so we can even be taking them to a better clinic. <br />
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We sang a few songs, though they didn't seem too enthusiastic about it today, and then ended with cake, juice and acknowledging the birthdays that have passed since we last met. Maureen and Fanny also had a birthday so we sang separately to them, which they seemed to enjoy. <br />
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We were able to get the classroom set up even more this past Thursday. We brought all the posters and signs I had gotten while in America and then we moved a cabinet up with locks on it to be storing supplies and the food items. <br />
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It looks good, even better today with all the kids in it! <br />
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Some of the birthday kids<br />
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"How old are you now?"<br />
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Christian and Memory<br />
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<br />Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-23356291596767662662012-06-22T01:43:00.000-07:002012-06-22T01:43:37.623-07:00Quarterly update letter (from James)Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ,<br />
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We thank the Lord for His many mercies to us as we seek to see Christ magnified in this part of the world, just as you do at home. As for the Williamsons, the kids are all on a one week break from school. They are doing well by God's grace! Emma and Ian have birthdays coming up August 3 and 4, and like all the other kids, they are making plans far in advance! I am mainly involved with the college, but also is teaching Sunday school weekly for Ibex Hill Baptist Church and helping with the development of this church plant as he is able. I am also preaching once or twice a month at different churches, and will be preaching at a Youth Conference here in Lusaka July 2-3. Megan is caring for the kids and managing the home, helping with homework and generally being a Proverbs 31 woman. As the orphan ministry supervisor, she visits the kids weekly, giving direction to that work, and travels around town during the week buying clothing and food supplies, administrating the schooling, etc.<br />
At the moment, there are many things going on for which thanks to God is due, and for which your prayers are requested:<br />
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1. ORPHAN MINISTRY: <br />
After adding 15 kids a couple of months ago, the ladies of the Hope Kabanana work, led by my wife Megan, have had their hands full. With now 45 kids to look after, it is full of challenges. Some of the kids show gratefulness, but many do not. Some study and try hard at school, but many do not. We have several kids that are not showing up for tutoring which they sorely need, and others who show up and disrupt the classes and disrespect the teachers. So, do pray that the ladies will not "grow weary in well doing," and also for the Lord to change the hearts of these kids. <br />
On a positive note, thanks to some gifts last year and early this year, we have a completed classroom and almost completed kitchen. This is a big help, since we've stepped up the meals program to be more consistent and make sure the kids are all getting what they need for nourishment. Thank the Lord for this facility on the grounds of Faith Baptist Church of Kabanana. The kids of the orphan ministry will have a Youth Camp from Aug 7-10 just outside of Lusaka, which Megan has been organizing along with Katryn, Maureen, and Fanny.<br />
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2. LUSAKA MINISTERIAL COLLEGE: <br />
LMC has moved into its third year, and is doing well by God's grace. Our main focus right now is insuring that the 20+ students in the program receive more out-of-the-class mentoring and development. In the first two years, we have gathered in students and begun teaching them. But we see that we need to make sure they are really implementing what they hear in their personal lives and their churches. This is a major part of ministerial training, and it requires a lot of time and energy and personal relationship.<br />
With the growth of the college, we are very much feeling the need to have our own building in which to hold classes. It would be well worth it to have somewhere to meet regularly that is suitable for our size and needs. So, we feel a bit like the "school of the prophets" under Elijah who needed to build to accommodate their studies! The building we are thinking of building will probably cost about $30 to $40,000, and we hope to have two classrooms, a couple of offices, and a small library. Most of our students are from the poorest areas of town, so the college already runs on a subsidized budget from the support of churches and individuals from the States. Anyone who wants to contribute to some bricks and mortar for this building project, therefore, is most welcome!<br />
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3. TRAVELING EVERYWHERE!<br />
The roads and airways will be filled with activity related to LION of Zambia ministries tthis summer (summer, that is, in the US; it's COLD season here!). Pray for traveling mercies and God's blessing on the labors of each traveler.. First, I am scheduled to teach with Kabwe Kabwe (Zambian and academic dean for CMC) in Botswana June 25-29. It's their first set of module classes to see if we may develop a college there, so pray for the Lord's help and direction. Then, Catie Woodman from Grand Rapids is coming next month to help with the orphan ministry and with the Bible camp mentioned above. Andy Dunkerton and David Scott are coming to teach at LMC July 16-20. Joachim Reick (a pastor from Namibia) and Kabwe Kabwe will be teaching the next module at CMC with the newer batch of students July 23-27. Ron Baines and Jim Renihan are teaching the recent CMC graduates Masters degree level classes from August 13-24, and then Ron and I are scheduled to go to Malawi to check out prospects for ministerial training there. In September, I've been asked to teach in Kenya and help with the development of a new college there, along with Victor Kanyense (Zambian). Then, George McDearmon and Rob Burchett are coming Oct 15-19 to teach at LMC, along with a deacon from their church. <br />
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We thank the Lord for your prayers and support. We are keenly aware that without the provision and encouragement we receive from you, we would not be able to remain here and do this work. Thanks very much! And may the Lord abundantly resupply according to your generosity and kindness.<br />
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Yours in Christ,<br />
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James WilliamsonMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-12037754472642548992012-06-12T04:01:00.000-07:002012-06-12T04:01:45.395-07:00Cookbooks=reflectingIt is strange that I often have “reflections” while I am looking through the cookbook at things to make. So I will divert from planning my menu to writing a quick blog. <br />
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I am looking over the recipe for those same applesauce spice mufffins I never made, when I wanted to last year. Orange french toast with walnuts, blueberry bread, blackberry scones, pumpkin bread with cream cheese...<br />
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My laptop is on the table, my cookbooks spread out and I am looking through the many choices of things I like. Some things I can’t make because the ingredients aren’t available here, other things, well I am not in the “mood” to eat this week. And some things sound delicious! <br />
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My househelp (aka maid) is singing as she works in the other room. <br />
The same woman who just this morning told me she has to wake up very early, at 5 hours to go and fetch her water because it is so very far. <br />
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The same woman who last week told me her head was paining her with a bad headache because her drunk husband was upset at her. He was angry because when she gets paid, she then pays the rent on their small place. Evidently he has other ideas for how to use the money. <br />
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The woman that 3 weeks ago said she had a hard weekend because she just found out her teenage daughter is pregnant and she doesn’t know what to do. The husband thinks they should send her away to the farm until she has the baby. But now she can’t finish school and it is just so very hard and sad. <br />
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But she, Catherine, still can sing as she works. She still has joy in her heart to sing. <br />
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And I, sometimes find myself joyless when I have been giving SO MUCH by my good Father in Heaven. Or I find I can be slightly irritated because I still can’t make my applesauce muffins, or get on the internet to post this blog when I want to. <br />
Hmm...that’s pathetic. <br />
There is still so much to learn from people and their example, especially from those nearest me. <br />
<br />Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-25754400966649836532012-06-04T02:57:00.000-07:002012-06-04T02:57:59.064-07:00May HOPE Update<br />
This was quite a busy month for all of us. The second term of school started for all the children. We met with the new kids and added 15 more kids to the program, increasing the amount of kids by 50%! This has been no small task this month. <br />
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Usually its a busy month when we start a new school term. We currently have 6 different schools we are working with. So fees are paid and everything is worked out to make sure the kids can continue with their schooling. This month we also had to find places at the different schools for the new kids. That took some extra attention, time and money as well as getting backpacks, shoes, uniforms, and books for them. <br />
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The new kids also needed to be part of the food program and so we have had to rework our food budget and change a few of the meals we are preparing for them. <br />
This took awhile as well to compare prices at different places. Buying items in the compound of Chipata or Kabanana versus buying the items downtown or even at the neighborhood grocery store Pic and Pay. So we have tried to get the best prices and start buying some items in bulk. The kids now get a breakfast shake and then for lunch Monday through Thursday they are eating beans, sausage, eggs and chicken along with vegetables and rice or the staple food nshima. I hope occasionally we can provide some fruit as well. <br />
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Progress is still being made on the kitchen. The walls are up and next is to finish plastering the walls and floor and put on the roof, add the windows, etc. At least the structure is there now. Every few weeks Maureen asks, when is it expected to be done! I know she is eager to move the cooking out of her house and into the building. <br />
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All the kids are in school now and doing fine. A schedule has been set up for tutoring the kids and so far that seems to be working out well, especially in the new classroom. <br />
We have run into a few challenges with the tutoring of the older kids. Some of them have not been showing up for the class, and then we have experienced a difficulty with the tutor not being on the same page with the subjects that are needing to be taught. So please pray for these details to be worked out. It is especially important for the older kids as they are preparing for their grade 9 exams. If they do not pass they can not continue on to the next grade level, and essentially that removes them from the program. So it is serious and we would appreciate your prayers for them to see it as weighty. <br />
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We had to put off the group meeting/open house we anticipated having with the kids as we worked out some of the “growing pains” we were having this month. So hopefully we can get all the kids together next month for a meeting. <br />
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We have a meeting scheduled with the guardians of the new kids on June 11th. Some of these kids are from an even worse area than the typical kids come from and and they are not very friendly to white people. Some people believe that if we were to go into their area and visit them that bad spirits would accompany us. Or if we visit one of the children’s homes then the neighbors would all think they were involved in something satanic, OR that home would then be robbed because we could have given them something of value. So at times there can be different superstitions or suspicions associated with us. For that reason only Maureen and Fanny have gone to visit these homes. We are hoping that as we interact with the kids and the guardians at the building they will in time trust us and open up. <br />
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Some of the kids from All Efforts School<br />
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Memory practicing her letters on the board<br />
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Ruth, Nelia, Felix<br />
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Katryn and Fanny teaching<br />
It is working well to have 2 boards and they each can be teaching at the same time. <br />
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The kitchen in progress<br />
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<br />Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-90572794905470419682012-05-23T13:37:00.000-07:002012-05-23T13:37:09.287-07:00SignsWhen we were in the Copperbelt we visited a school where a church is meeting. I found it interesting the phrases and important things they painted on the walls to remind children. <br />
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It is sad because it is a necessary part of life, a normal part of life here, so that right along with reminding kids to wash fruit and boil your water is, keep yourself from AIDS. But, be a friend to those with the disease, don't discriminate against them. Don't not be someone's friend just because they have AIDS. <br />
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Not much else needs to be said. The pictures say it, the reality is, this is normal life here. <br />
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All the lecturers and their wives were also invited. (But unfortunately none of them showed up). We were anticipating somewhere around 60 people. <br />
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I decided I wanted to take on the challenge of cooking for the crowd (though James gave me the option we could get it catered). Only stipulation was, I couldn't stress about it (and thereby get irritated and grumpy with everyone!) Thankfully I didn't! I enjoyed it. Pasta with Sauce, Meatballs, Salad, Garlic Bread and Brownies. <br />
Sarah made the brownies and then she and Emma along with Ian helped roll out the 250+ meatballs! I also asked our maid to come and help with all the dishes and clean up. (The girls thanked me several times for having her come... and I in turn thanked her several times for coming to help! )<br />
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Everyone was supposed to come at 12, so we could eat lunch at 1. <br />
12:57 I had everything ready. But it was not until almost 2 that we ate, which just meant that everything was not cold and by that time the noodles had been sitting and got a bit gooey, but it didn't seem that anyone else minded! <br />
They all liked the brownies too, though when I was passing them out a few of them asked me if it was African Paloney. <br />
Far from it, I told them this was much better! (What they are referring to is actually a meat similar to baloney) <br />
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James asked them all to come just to have a time of fellowship with one another. <br />
It went well and everyone seemed to enjoy it. We took pictures of alot of the students with their wives, and then several wanted pictures with each other. <br />
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<i>James wrote a report on the graduation<br />
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COPPERBELT MINISTERIAL COLLEGE GRADUATION 2012<br />
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On April 28, 2012, the first graduation of Copperbelt Ministerial College was held. Fourteen students of the college received their Bachelors of Theology Degree. These students began their studies at the college almost five years ago, in July 2007. They received teaching from Reformed Baptist pastors hailing from as close as the host church in Ndola, to as far away as California in the USA. For four years, instructors came in pairs, teaching one week every three months until the cycle of classes was concluded in April 2011. Over the past year, the students have been completing class assignments, taking comprehensive final exams, and working on a thesis paper. The college has been hosted by Grace Reformed Baptist Church of Ndola since its inception, and the leadership and members have worked tirelessly through the years to make the modules run better and better. Our Gracious Heavenly Father has been pleased to bless the efforts of the host church and our lecturers so that the college continues to attract new students, and currently has about 25 men advancing toward completion of their own degrees in due course.<br />
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The fact that the graduation was held in Ndola Baptist Church, the oldest Baptist church in Zambia, gave an appropriate sense of pathos to the celebrations on Saturday. The service was begun by the reading of Scripture. Katongo Kafuko, the College Administrator, was given this task. He works very hard during each module to see that the students are housed, fed, and supplied with books and notes for the courses, and in general well cared for. Pastor Kabwe Kabwe, Academic Dean of CMC, gave opening remarks and also led the awarding of papers to each graduate. Pastor Choolwe Mweetwa, Principle of CMC, gave an address to the graduates as well. Pastors Kabwe and Mweetwa have been the driving forces behind the college in the Copperbelt since its inception, and it was a blessed sight to see the fruit of their work in Christ’s name. <br />
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The guest of honor for the graduation was Pastor Austin Walker, a graduate of Westminster Seminary in the US, and a man of over 40 years’ experience in the ministry. He had the lion’s share of the service, exhorting the men in the words of the Apostle Paul to “continue in the things which you have learned and been assured of” (2Tim 3:14). This theme fell in line with the Scripture reading in the beginning, as well as Pastor Mweetwa’s remarks afterward. Cephas Phiri, one of the top students of the college, gave a fine vote of thanks as a response from the graduates. In addition, a special note of thanks was made to the various lecturers who have come to the college from Zambia, the US, the UK, and elsewhere. Also, a word of thanks was spoken on behalf of Dr. and Mrs. Lazarus Phiri, who have hosted the majority of our visiting lecturers through the years.<br />
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Though there was regretfully an oversight in getting the word out regarding the graduation, a number of friends and family of the graduates were still on hand for the occasion, for which we are thankful. Hugs and tears and wide smiles filled the fellowship hall where newly graduated men and their families gathered afterward. As well, there was picture taking rivaling the “paparazzi” of the most exciting wedding, as each graduate wanted a combination of different pictures with other graduates, with his family, with his principle and dean, with the guest of honor, etc. <br />
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We could not rightly conclude such a report without at least listing the names of the graduates themselves: Ndonji Kayombo, Kasango Kayombo, Marshal Kasongo, Dennis Phiri, Peter Mukulula, Grave Singogo (in absentia), Cephas Phiri, Alfred Ngoma, Jacob Mwila, Mondesters Hakanyanga, Francis Nyati, Emmanuel Sakala, Cosmas Simaunda, Nixon Chipozo. Please commit these men to prayer as they go forth in the service of the kingdom of our Lord Jesus. All but one are currently laboring in the ministry (and we hope he also will join the ranks soon!). We thank Almighty God who has so richly blessed the work of the college through the years far beyond what we have asked or thought. And we pray He will continue to produce through its labor humble, faithful men who will be able to teach others also...<br />
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James, Pastor Kabwe Kabwe- Academic Dean, Pastor Choolwe Mwetwa- Principal, Pastor Austin Walker<br />
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James shaking Mondesters Hakanyaga's hand. <br />
He was the first church planter that was supported.<br />
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Kasango Kayombo shaking hands with James and getting his diploma<br />
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Pastor Kabwe with Francis Nyati <br />
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Katongo Kafuko, the college administrator, reading the scriptures<br />
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Pastor Kabwe presenting the degrees<br />
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Cephas Phiri speaking on behalf of the graduates<br />
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Pastor Choolwe giving the Principal's address<br />
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Pastor Austin Walker giving the graduation address <br />
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The graduates listening as Pastor Austin Walker preaches to them<br />
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The Papparazi ( I was among them, but... that's why I can post all these pictures!) <br />
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Singing the final hymn, "He leadeth me"<br />
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The final prayer as the ceremony ended<br />
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The congratulatory line after the ceremony <br />
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The church planters that are supported are now graduates of CMC. <br />
Francis Nyati (Lubuto Central Baptist)<br />
Marshall Kasongo (Mapalo Baptist Church) <br />
Mondesters Hakanyaga (Luanshya Central Baptist)<br />
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Kasango and James<br />
Kasango and his family are good friends of ours. <br />
He is the pastor of the church plant that we attend in Ibex Hill. <br />
(Ibex Hill Reformed Baptist)<br />
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Albert Ngoma<br />
(Calvary Baptist Church)<br />
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Cephas Phiri<br />
(Lubuto Apostolic Church)<br />
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Cosmos Simaunda<br />
(Fairview Reformed Baptist)<br />
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Peter Mukalula<br />
(Kalulushi Baptist Church)<br />
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Nickson Chipozo<br />
(Mine ECZ Congregation)<br />
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Emmanuel Sakala<br />
(Fairview Reformed Baptist) <br />
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Dennis Phiri <br />
(Anglican Church - Ndola)<br />
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Jacob Mwila with his sister Ketty<br />
(Solwezi Reformed Baptist Church)<br />
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Ndonji Kayombo with his wife <br />
(Trinity Baptist Church)<br />
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James and Megan<br />
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The Faculty<br />
(It is amazing to think of all the men that have been a part of the training. It is a great lineup!) <br />
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Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-81287036994243086852012-04-26T12:03:00.000-07:002012-04-26T12:03:04.475-07:00New HOPE RoomToday was quite an exciting day for us. <br />
For months we have been waiting while construction on the Faith Baptist Church Building was being completed. One of the rooms is specifically for the Orphan Ministry and we have been anxious to get the room finished and cleaned up so that we could begin to use it. <br />
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For months we have had group meetings at Fanny's house, staff meetings at her house, Katryn has tutored in her home, bringing supplies to and from in her car, and we have all been eager to have a place of our own. <br />
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For the past few weeks we have been looking for chairs to purchase, having tables made, and buying white boards for the classroom. I was able to buy a bookshelf yesterday and then this morning we hired a truck to deliver all the items. <br />
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It is quite exciting. We only brought some of the books and supplies for now and will begin to add to them once we know exactly how things will be working out. <br />
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We got 4 tables that seat 8 kids each, bought 30 chairs, 2 large white boards for tutoring and a bookshelf. We plan to get a cabinet with a lock in the near future so that we can store supplies there as well. <br />
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We also plan to have an "open house" on May 12th and invite the kids to come and see the new room up and running. We have posters and some fun things to hang on the wall and also will be getting some curtains to hang as well. <br />
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There are so many opportunities to be working with the kids and having a place now will make it so much easier. <br />
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We were given a donation to build a kitchen and that is now underway. We looked at the layout of it today and were able to increase the space we will be using for cooking and it will have a large storage closet/room for keeping food supplies as well as some clothing supplies to have on hand for the children. <br />
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Maureen has been cooking from her home and this will make things so much easier to have a functioning working kitchen especially as we are increasing the number of children that we are feeding lunch to. <br />
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The Lord has been blessing the ministry especially in tangible financial means and we thank those of you who have been giving to the orphan ministry. It is great to see how the Lord is using your gifts! <br />
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Setting the bookshelf up<br />
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There is a table set up in the corner where the secondary school kids will soon begin to learn to use the computers. I mentioned to a few of the boys that we had received 2 laptops donated and that we wanted to teach them how to use them. In their typical Zambian way they assured me they were very excited, even though I could not really tell. :-) <br />
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Another view from the back of the room. <br />
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A few pictures I took on the drive up to Copperbelt this weekend. <br />
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Transporting the cattle<br />
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At every stop where there are buses these ladies will sell their fruits, nuts, and vegetables to the people sitting on the bus. It is especially interesting when it is the large buses because they will have the items on their heads and be reaching up high above their own heads to make a sale. <br />
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Watermelon stand on the side of the road.<br />
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We brought the kids including 2 of the older guys that had been tested last time. I told them unfortunately no swimming party this time. They laughed but I said when it gets hot again we will have them over. They heard they were going again and asked if they could be checked again. This ended up being a good thing because of the other kids they were all younger ones and then the oldest 21 year old. So I was glad for him that he ended up not being the only old one. <br /><br />We brought all the kids in the waiting room and then numbered our own paper and wrote the kids names down corresponding with the numbers for the test. They started with the first one to take a vial of blood form the arm. I stopped to ask about the finger prick test that we had done last time with the other kids and what seems to be commonly done at many clinics. I was thinking taking blood from 11 kids arms might not go over too well. So they said yes we can do the other test that is fine, he was confused and thought we needed CD4 counts on all the kids. <br /><br />He did the first kid and then proceeded to start to the second. I then asked about using gloves. He said, ok and got a pair of gloves. I mentioned I wanted him to get a new pair for each kid and he said ok. So then as he started on the third child he still had on the same gloves from child number 2. I leaned over to Maureen and said, “I know he is not going to like me, but the point is to use a clean pair of gloves for each child.” She nodded and then told him. He stopped what he was doing and then told his assistant to go and find a box of gloves. He came back with a box and then proceeded to change out his gloves each time for the kids. <br /><br />It was a difficult moment, not wanting to be a bother to the guy but at the same time knowing that certain standards must be met especially dealing with blood of people we are not aware of are negative or positive. So, for that reason I threw any fears of being the annoying muzungu ( since I knew I already was) and went ahead and spoke up. <br /><br />We finished and the results were given which did not end up being accurate. <br />One of the children that is positive and on medication was shown to be negative along with every other child. Because that was the case we then explained to the doctor that how could we trust the results for everyone else. He said we could do the test again, maybe it was the solution they put on the test strips or what, but at that point, we just said thank you and paid for the tests.<br /><br />It was very frustrating because it takes awhile to get everything and everyone lined up for the tests and to one by one get each kids blood taken, but we wanted accurate results so we decided to go to another clinic where we have a bit more confidence in the doctor, still within Chipata/Kabanana. <br /><br />So Maureen explained to the kids we needed to take them to another clinic and so they all piled back in the cars and we stopped on the way to get some bananas for a snack for them. They were troopers! <br /><br />Once at the next clinic, the doctor prepared to take vials of blood from the children’s arms. We were unsure of this at first, since it is more involved than the finger prick but he explained the accuracy for this type of test and we agreed. <br />We started with the older 3 young men and then proceeded to the younger kids. <br />I had to write the names of each child down and then number them and he numbered the vials accordingly. The first little one that came in started to refuse to have her blood taken and the doctor said, well its ok we can just do it another day or I can just do the finger prick... etc. I explained, well if this is the best way to tell and the most accurate, yes they don’t want it done but they will be fine. For each of the younger ones then they came in Fanny held their arm out for the doctor and they sat on my lap and turned their face away. Out of all the kids the bravest boy was also the youngest, Steven 7 years old. He did better than the 18 and 20 year old. <br /><br />Just to give you an idea about the “conditions”, I mentioned to this doctor about needing to make sure he changed his gloves each time and he agreed and said oh yes that is important. Well I wasn’t watching each time but I did notice one specific child seemed to bleed more and he got the blood on his gloves. He did not change them and had tied the next kids arm off with the rubber glove and was about to draw the blood when I mentioned it to him. “Oh yes, I just forgot” he said. AHH... <br /><br />Again you hate to be a pain, but how important this is. <br />One time one of the kids was taken to a clinic and I was told after the fact that a used needle was used for his shot. We have to really watch them and be an advocate for these kids health. At the first clinic I said, “I will pay for a box of gloves if I need to”. I am not sure if it is the cost so much as it is just the medical people working in these poor areas and clinics are not taught and educated and therefore don’t seem to see the urgency and importance of the matter. <br /><br />We finished the kids testing and then drove back to the church for the kids to eat their lunch. The results were not going to be ready for a few hours so Maureen and Fanny went back to collect the results. <br /><br />RESULTS: <br />Out of the 11 kids, one of them we already knew was positive, there was an additional child that was also positive. That was difficult and we then made plans the following day to go and talk to all the guardians and give them the results. <br /><br />We spoke to the grandmother who was obviously troubled by the news and confused. Even though the father had died with something AIDS related, the mother had said to the grandmother that she had been tested and was ok. That then brought the grandmother to ask, “how then can a child get it”. <br />Some hard questions, which maureen and fanny had to try and explain. <br /><br />The challenge we find is that because no one wants to admit they have it, they often lie about testing or even the results. We saw this with Mrs. Tembo. She lied to the doctor and said she was tested and was fine when we took her son Wisdom in for testing a year and a half ago. <br /><br />We are now waiting for the mother to be told the news by the grandmother before we can tell the boy, he is 13 years old and has a brother from the same mother who currently came up negative. <br /><br />So please pray for this situation. It is certainly sad and hard. Before we went out to speak to them we all prayed together and I encouraged Maureen and Fanny to make sure that when we speak to him since they will be speaking the native language that he knows it is not his fault, he didn’t do anything wrong and that it is not a shameful thing. <br /><br />We assured the grandmother that all these things are kept confidential so that other kids in the program and guardians do not know the status of other kids. We encouraged her with how well she is taking care of her grandson and that he is doing great in the program. <br /><br />Please pray specifically for the boy, as he will be finding out for himself and I am sure will have alot of questions and wrestling to deal with as he is at a very tender age already, being a teenage boy raised by his grandmother.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372464250567765745.post-14290703312739034572012-04-11T10:42:00.002-07:002012-04-11T10:54:42.638-07:00March Update- HOPE KabananaWe have had a good month (March) with the kids in Kabanana. We have started providing breakfast for the newer children that have joined in the program. Their guardians were not able to provide that for them and so the kids were arriving at school hungry and without anything to have for their break time. This of course was effecting their performance in school and was not "looking good" on our part.<br />We are thankful this need was brought to our attention and so now the children each receive a nutritious meal shake for their breakfast.<br /><br />Maureen is continuing to cook lunches for the kids that do not have the option to have lunch provided at school. We also are looking at next term having some of the other children eating lunch as well from Maureen rather than the school. It will save us some money. So we have begun our "feeding program" even though we still do not have a kitchen set up. Maureen has been cooking from her place. I was able to buy good quality pots and pans when we were back in America so that she has those to use.<br /><br />We have been so thankful that a donation was made to start on building a kitchen. The money has been wired over here and now we are just waiting for that project to begin.It will make it much easier on Maureen as well as enable us to be serving the children from the building.<br /><br />We have just hired two part time tutors. The first is Mr. Peter Mulolwa. He is a member of Faith Baptist Church and a student of Lusaka Ministerial College. He is a retired teacher and superintendent of a school. He is overqualified for the position and we are thankful he has agreed to help us. He will be teaching the older boys who are working on writing their grade 9 exams this year.<br /><br />The other tutor is our very own Fanny Chirwa. She has been working with us and for us as a volunteer and we are able to offer her a part time job tutoring the kids. She will be working with the younger kids giving them extra help 3 to 4 times a week half of the day. We are also thankful for her help.<br /><br />The kids finished their first term of school and are now on holiday break for part of the month of April. The finishing touches are being put on the classroom at the building. We are eager to get moved in there. We have started purchasing furniture and hopefully by the end of the month the classroom will be functioning!<br /><br />We are beginning to start looking to add 10-15 more children. We have people on a “waiting list” to sponsor kids and now feel like we are at a good place to begin adding them. If you think of us we continue to appreciate your prayers for the Lord to direct us to the kids that He would have us to help.<br /><br />We were able to purchase a bale of blankets, it is starting to get colder here at night. We were able to give 2 blankets each to the new children and we have saved the rest to give to the children we are planning to add. <br /><br />Lastly, tomorrow we take the newer kids we added in October to get tested for HIV. Please pray for them and for the Lord's hand upon us as we do not know what the day will hold. Thank you!Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333702999068431189noreply@blogger.com0