Ciao, Italy!

Yesterday, we left Italy with a new appreciation for its culture, cuisine, and people. Catholicism is the dominant religion, and it permeates many facets of Italian life. The countryside and cities are dominated by Catholic churches, shrines, and sculptures of an era gone by. However, new statues and shrines of current Popes and Saints are numerous as well.

The people of Italy are warm, hospitable and love to cook! We have gained back all the weight we lost in Africa, and then some! We have learned new cooking techniques and an appreciation for pasta. Friendships are created around the dinner table. Italians love to party. Dinner usually starts around 8:30 P.M. and goes till midnight. From noon until 3:30 P.M. all shops are closed, now I know why, they all need a nap! We have made many new friends and we will miss them!

Jerry

Beautiful Trieste!

Hello Friends!

We have arrived safely in beautiful Trieste. This ancient Austrian city, now a part of Italy, in situated on the Adriatic Sea. The coastline is magnificent! We will be here a little more than a week, working in various capacities. It looks like we will be working distributing literature, and playing music.

Our hosts, David and Rachel Tucker, are wonderful! David and I share so many of the same passions: flyfishing, woodworking, hunting, music, sports and list I am sure would and could go on and on! Their two children, Laura and Gabriel, have graciously given up their bedrooms for us and are teaching us the finer points of Italian living!

As we finish our work here in Italy, I am reminded how very fortunate I and my family have been for taking such a life changing trip. I am humbled by the opportunity to serve people in this world, and am very grateful for the blessings that have been given to me. I am truly thankful.

Jerry

Change!

I can’t even begin to describe how much I have changed. I have witnessed first hand the generational poverty in Africa, and have had overwhelming feelings of relief and guilt coming to first world Europe. My core has been shaken. My compassion (or lack there of) is showing. By that I mean, in Africa, it is so easy to be compassionate to those who have nothing. While in England, Holland, Germany, and Italy, it is quite easy to walk by a beggar and not be moved with compassion. My heart screams out WHY? Why is there a lack of caring among those who we think have so much? Or is it that we all have been “shammed” so many times. Like the other day in the marketplace, an elderly woman stood visibly shaking, cup and cane in hand, hunched over looking pathetic. We later found out this woman was healthy and fine, a “gypsy.” She is known in town as “the shaker lady,” a sham she has been pulling for years.

I pray for a discerning, yet tender heart, longing to know how to treat others.

I have been changed in other ways as well. I have seen what I thought was abject poverty, only to see more extreme poverty. I have seen hate in the eyes of those who have been oppressed, and love in the eyes of others who are simply happy in spite of having nothing, and not knowing anything different. I have witnessed the art of the Masters: Van Gogh, Monet, and Seurat. And I have seen the art of the orphaned children. The architecture of Europe was inspirational, as were the children’s sand castles in Cinque Terre. My heart came alive dancing with the rhythms of South Africa, as well as the moments of pride, listening to the music of my own children.

Yes. I changed. I continue to change. You see, my mom has been diagnosed with cancer. You can’t describe this change unless it has happened to you. Worry has never been one of my “gifts”, but it seems that I now have received a crash course. The news came suddenly, and dramatically as well. We were unable to retrieve email for days, as it was a train ride away to link to the internet. I was shocked and worried. My dear mother said she wanted us to continue on with our trip, and she would be fine. My sister (a nurse) gave me all the details. We decided as a family that it is best to end our trip early, and return home after Christmas. I am changed.


Jerry

Italy, contined R & R

Here we are in beautiful Cinque Terre! We rented an apartment from Daniella (thank you!) through a “Rick Steves” comment blog, who recommended Paula’s boat service, which in turn hooked us up with Daniella... whew! We are up on a hilltop overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Spectacular sunsets in the evenings, and sunrises greet us in the morning with hot coffee on the deck sipping on teak patio furniture.

The temperature here is in the low 70’s, the sun has been shining, and best of all… all the tourists have gone back home! Well…except for a few! Our stairway down to the town is one hundred and sixty steps (thank you Micah for counting, again and again!), weaving through a tapestry of Italian terraced gardens and architecture. The town is divided into two sections; the new, and old town. We are situated in the new section, but it is a simple downhill ten minute walk and we are in the heart of old town.

Boutiques and focaccia shops abound. Little alley ways can lead you to a magnificent square or a medieval church, or even a dead end! Cobble streets are the norm, and at almost any vantage point, you can catch a glimpse of the sea, the beautiful teal colored water, and majestic stone outcroppings.

We are in the birth place of pesto… so we are having pesto and pasta for dinner, with a salad, fresh made focaccia bread, virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Yummy! : )

We are making great family memories here, photos and more stories to come…

Jerry

We took a scooter ride. Much to the boys delight and Cathi's worry!

London, Amsterdam, Hamburg

We arrived in London, the morning after a long overnight trip from Kenya, with a layover in Qatar. We will miss our brothers and sisters in Africa.

London is a bustling city, full of life and very first world. I never thought I would be so happy to see the first world. Long, hot showers, cold drinks and clean machine washed/dried clothes were welcome niceties after three months in Africa.

Cathi’s aunt and uncle hosted us in London for a day and we also met up with friends, some from America and one from Ecuador. It was a refreshing time of Starbucks and well, more Starbucks!

Here we are with our dear friends, the Koets and the Brandelieses.



After a three nights in London, we jumped on an overnight ferry ride to Amsterdam. This ferry was equivalent to a “cruise ship” for the English Channel. We had a lovely berth, on board meals, and even entertainment. When we arrived in Amsterdam, we were refreshed and ready to tackle the day. Cathi’s dad and wife happened to be taking a real cruise and were docked in Amsterdam for two nights, so we were able to meet for dinner and a nice visit.

We were able to connect with my family on two occasions over… well, yes, coffee! Our housing was great; we rented a small apartment (thanks, Craigslist!) The public transportation is excellent! The family enjoyed some “sight doing” (Jess hates sight seeing so we have to do sight doing!) a bike tour of the Dutch countryside and Amsterdam. Of course, we took in the Van Gogh Museum, and a canal boat tour as well.

Today, we are on a train to Hamburg. We will spend the night in there, then catch a train for Ahrensburg in the morning to visit the “Von Schimmelmann” Castle. Yes, we have a castle… doesn’t everyone? We are enjoying a little rest and relaxation, soon we will be back to work in Italy.

Jerry

Mobasa to London

Hello Friends!

We were sad to leave our good friends in Mombasa. It seemed like such a quick visit, however, we made lasting friendships and gained several pounds! The hospitality of the local people and our dear friend Carol made us feel so welcome. The Indian, Arab, and Kenyan food was so tasty, as well as healthy!

I conducted seminars and clinics for guitar, spoke to young college kids about friendship and accountability, but most importantly we developed relationships with people who are living out their lives there. Though it's coastline is beautiful, Mombasa has it's difficulties for westerners, water issues (lack of water), heat/humidity, wild life (monkeys throwing mangos at our head and insects!). The culture is predominantly Muslim/Hindu, and their "swahili/arabic coffee" is too sweet and spicy! We enjoyed our time with the Fellowship Baptist Church, joining them on an all day safari at Tsavo National Park. We got a close up look at a huge lioness!

We traveled to Nairobi for a night, and stayed at the wonderful Mennonite Guest House with its beautiful grounds. We were able to walk to a nearby coffee shop (Java House), and had the best vanilla latte in Africa! Soon we boarded our flight to London. Upon arrival, we quickly found the Starbucks in the airport. There was much rejoicing! (See photo above!) Then, we braved the train and the tube and met up with Cathi's aunt and uncle. Now we are at our hotel (Holiday Inn Express) in a modest room for only $160/night. Ouch! We will be setting up our revised itinerary, since our Nairobi plans fell through.

We will keep you updated!

Jerry

A Day in Mombasa

Dear Family and Friends,

We wake up with fingers crossed this morning…will the water come? Since we arrived, the city has neglected to deliver water to our apartment complex. In fact, it has not delivered for a total of three weeks now. Normally, the water lines are opened for two hours on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, to fill the water tank. Fortunately, there is a cistern that stores water for times such as these and we have had limited water. We are learning the fine art of water conservation! This morning, we listen as the neighbor’s gutters bubble with water that flows onto the street. They have a bore hole (a type of well), which gives them too much water and is dumped into the street when their cistern is full. We longingly listen and hope. By 9am, we know that water won’t happen today. I take a quick sponge bath and dip my hair in a bucket. Jerry opts to go without!

The boys are set up with homeschooling so Jerry and I headed out with Carol to do some “quick” errands. Quick is just not in the vocabulary in Africa. We started with the Water Department. Carol needed to pay her water bill. You may ask, why pay your bill when you don’t get any water? I guess that could be considered a rhetorical question here. In any case, we park downtown and search for the parking ticket man who may or may not be found, depending on the time of day. If you park downtown without a ticket, you risk having a lock put on your wheel or being towed! However, it is not unusual to find the parking man missing. We are in luck, he is decked out in a yellow jacket and is just a block away. We buy our ticket and head for the water department. Water bills and other utility bills must be paid in cash. After standing in line with the rest of Mombasa to pay a water bill for water that has not come in three weeks, we advance to the office to speak with the supervisor about the situation. His office is a block away on a pot-holed road in a building that would have been worthy of condemning in the U.S. Carol asks around for him, he is not in his office, but in a meeting. We are promised that water will come on Wednesday. We’ll see…

After the errands, we rush back home and are picked up by our friends, Venu and Raji who take us in two cars to visit Venu’s factory and the rural school that his company sponsors. The factory is incredible, with state-of-the-art equipment and technology. It is run almost completely by Kenyans. We are fed lunch at the factory, which includes half a dozen delicious Indian entrees and chapatti. We arrive home for a short time, then off for gelatos and an evening visit with Carol’s friends. They welcome us like dear friends and serve us ice cold juice. Like all the friends we have met here in Mombasa, they really want to feed us! We decline as we have just filled ourselves with gelatos (much to their disappointment!) We visit for an hour or so; Jerry is amazing in his ability to generate conversation with anyone! We arrive home after 10pm.

Back at home, I sat down in the comfortable big blue chair in the bedroom and type in my thoughts about today. I put my feet up and lean my head back. Ah, a moment of relaxation. Jerry comes in to get ready for bed, takes one look at me and says those dreaded African words, “Don’t move!” He instructs me to slowly move my head to the left and to get off the chair. I cautiously obey, and discover an 8 inch millipede who had settled in about an inch from where my head was so recently resting! Here is a photo of the fellow.



Life in Africa has its share of challenges, but the people are so warm and friendly. We have already made wonderful friends and again will be faced with goodbyes too soon.

Love to you all,
Cathi

Guitar Man!

Friends,

Mombasa is a cornucopia of different cultures; Kenyans, Indians, Pakistanees, Arabs, and Whites inhabit this beautiful coastal island. Most religions are represented here. While it seems that the majority of the population is Muslim (because of the loud calls to prayer), Hindu and Christian churches abound as well.

I was asked to lead a guitar clinic at a local Baptist church. My classroom was in the rear of the building, with good attendance. The students who were there had a wide spectrum of experience levels from beginner to advanced. The ages ranged from 11 years to seasoned adult. Three students had never even touched a guitar before!

I taught the basics of chord structure and guitar anatomy. It was challenging for both the inexperienced as well as the experienced. I increased the difficulty to those advanced players by having them find chords we were discovering, utilizing all the chord positions. I touched on rhythm and palm muting, and recognizing that the guitar can be a rhythm instrument.

After 3 hours, it was time to dismiss. I can’t wait until next week. I teach a song in three parts! Beginners will play the basic chords, intermediates will play the same chords but in a different position, and the advanced players will attempt a harmony lead part.

Ahh…music to my ears!

Jerry



While Jerry worked with the fledgling guitarists, the boys and I had a ministry of our own. We made some new friends! We sang, laughed and danced together. What friendly, open and loving young people. We felt welcomed! Karibuni! (Swahili for Welcome to you all!)

Cathi

Mombasa!

Dear Family and Friends,

We are settling in to our spacious and comfortable 2 bedroom apartment, next door to our host Carol. Talk about a great welcome! She picked us up at the airport and served us a delicious meal, then took us out for Italian gelatos! Then we had an exciting drive through old town Mombasa, that was a truly cultural experience. Mombasa has many Muslim residents and this being Ramadan, many folks are out after dark, eating and shopping. We could hardly drive down the narrow streets due to the crowds.

We had such a nice day today. Well, the afternoon was fabulous! (after a challenging morning...Homeschool meltdown.) After doing a bit of grocery shopping (in the best stocked and least expensive grocery store so far in the trip) we headed to a lovely hotel just south of Mombasa. We swam in the ocean and the beautiful, clean pool, then sat in lawn chairs to dry off. The water was the temperature of Hawaiian waters, the palm trees were gently swaying in the breeze. Ah, this is just what we needed!

Photos to come.

Much love to you all. Cathi

Saying Goodbye to Uganda and Hello to Mombasa!

As we travel, we have made such good friends along the way. The hardest part of this journey is saying good bye to them. It was such an emotional good bye when we left the children's home. I remember staring into to the eyes of all those precious ones, not really knowing if we will ever see them again. Of course it is our hope that we do return, but in this life there are no guarantees. As I left, I wondered what the future holds for them. But this I do know, Mike and Lori (of Show Mercy, International) have given these children a chance at having a better life, and for this I am grateful. In our one month stay, we attempted to share some joy and laughter with these children, unaware of how deeply it would affect us. The Von family is forever changed. Every day we spoke of taking home a child, or maybe two. We knew this would be impossible, however, it was weighing heavy on us, knowing in America, this child would have a chance of a better life and a good education.

We also had to say good bye to our dear friends in Kampala. Brian, Susan, and their boys, Kenny and Roy, Richard, Douglas, Gilbert, Prossy, Christine, Rose, and Andy.
They had been such a part of our lives here in Uganda, a great part, an infastructure that kept us safe and sane. We will miss them so much. I know technology will help us to stay in contact.

So here we are in Mombasa! Already making new friends, feeling the warmth and love of the people. Here on the island, life has a different pace then Kamapla, layed back and yet, more intentional. Here, schedules are maintained and arranged. Our days have been quickly filling up with engagements, picnics, excursions, and tours.

Our host Carol is wonderful. She has been on the island for more than 24 years. She knows all the ins and outs of the place. Mombasa is culturally diverse. Here there are Arabs, Asians (Indians and Parkastanees), Kenyans, and Whites. There are many different religions ranging from Muslim, Hundu, Christian, and a variety of others.

We are looking forward to meeting/making new friends and developing an African network of relationships, sharing together our experiences and our joy.

Jerry

Jiggers?

Dear Family and Friends,

We headed out to Hope Children’s Home today with a very full taxi. Our driver, Richard, who now has been out to the home three times, picked us up in the early afternoon. We crammed 6 of us into Richard’s Toyota Corolla. Katy, the young woman who is staying with us after the Show Mercy team departed and our dear friend Douglas, who Jerry has mentioned in our blog, joined us. Douglas had heard so much about the children and wanted to see the home first hand.

As I sat on the front steps of Hope, my arms and lap full of half a dozen children, 8 year old Teddy grabbed my hand and asked me to follow her. She led me to the far side of the home where a small boy was sitting. He had obviously been crying. I asked what was wrong, then I saw his toes. They were swollen and infected. He had a large safety pin in his hand and it appeared that he had been poking his toes. I picked him up and carried him back to the entrance to the house. As I tried to evaluate what to do with his painful toes. Should I wash them with soap and water, put antibacterial cream on them? Richard and Douglas came to take a look. Richard announced, “He’s got jiggers.” I had never heard of jiggers. They are insects that embed themselves in one’s toes, causing much pain and infection. He said they must come out. As I held little Kato on my lap, Douglas tenderly held his toes and Richard extracted the jiggers, using the same safety pin that Kato had been trying to use. Kato never even flinched, but stoically endured, while I choked back the tears. For the rest of the day, Kato quietly snuggled up to me.

I was so moved by the love and tenderness of our two Ugandan friends. We were able to have them translate for us. Jerry had particularly connected with a shy 11 year old girl named Fatima. She attends school at Hope, but does not live there. Often Jerry noticed that she doesn’t have anything to eat when the other children go off to eat their lunches. So through Douglas’ interpreting help, he asked Fatima if she was hungry and when she had last eaten. She replied that she is always hungry and that she had not eaten since yesterday. Jerry told her to “go with Aunt Cathi and she will give you something to eat.” I led her off to one of the bedrooms, thinking that I could slip her a couple of cookies to relieve the ache in her stomach. After handing her the cookies, she quickly left the room and shared them with all the children who happened to be close. We are learning that this is the Ugandan way.

With love, Cathi

Life in Kampala

Hello Friends!

We have received several emails asking us what life is really like in Kampala, Uganda. I thought it would be interesting to take you on a small journey. Here is "A Day in the Life of the Vons" in Kampala.

5:30 A.M. We are awaken by the sound of thunder and heavy rainfall. Our bedroom window is leaking water on the floor. I open the curtains and mop up the floor. Cathi rises early to shower. She tells me, "I hope there is hot water", no such luck this morning, so she takes a cold one. I skip my shower this morning. We get on line to check email, and Cathi "skypes" with her sister. I go to the kitchen, open our 5 liter water bottle, and pour enough water into out electric kettle to boil water for coffee. Coffee is made in our "JetBoil", which we brought from home, and it has a French press adapter which has been very handy. Oh, did I tell you that there is only one electrical outlet in the kitchen, and one adapter for the whole apartment. This adapter is not a tight fit into the outlet, what that means is when we use the kettle, toaster, or microwave (yes, we have a microwave!) one needs to physically hold the plug into the adapter! So patience while toasting bread is now an acquired skill!

7:30 A.M. The boys rise for breakfast, chores, and school. The computer programs for homeschooling are far from perfect. Cathi is trying to master the math program, while I take a taxi to a part of town named Katwe. Here in Katwe, I am having a pedal-operated washing machine fabricated. I meet with the fabricator, exchange ideas and money, and I am taxied back to our apartment. (I am so thankful for our driver, Richard, who is so faithful, and reliable). Upon my return, I find Cathi still wrestling with the math program! She is so frustrated, that all I can do is give her a hug! Micah needs to take a math quiz, but the program won't allow it! Cathi attempts to "live chat" with the software company, but they work 8-5 Central Time! Ok it is 2:20 A.M. Central Time! This obviously won't work! They decide to print out the quiz, do it on paper, and move on to other subjects (Cathi will have to input the answers at another time.) I, in the mean time have run down with our bed sheets and towels and arranged with the manager to have a maid come and clean our apartment (this is included in our rent.) The rest of our laundry we do daily by hand, and hang dry on the line. I brought with us a laundry line and it has been very useful! Yesterday's laundry is sopping wet from this morning's rain! We pray for a little sunshine!

We have now had to fix lunch, and get ready for the "team bus ride" to Hope Children's Home. (Show Mercy has sent a team out to help with the home.) We leave our apartment for a short 10 minute walk to the Hotel Equatoria. It is a 45 minute bus ride to the home, and when we arrive we are greet by the children. It is always a beautiful thing! Cathi and the boys race off with the children. I have a few of the older boys with me as we inspect the work we have been doing. Jess soon joins us and we are up on ladders working to complete our project. In the mean time, Cathi and Micah are busy with the children, playing, loving, medical care, and being their friends. As much fun as this is... it is also emotionally draining. The afternoon ends with getting the bus "unstuck" from the mud, ferrying two team members to a local hotel, and the bus trip to the Hotel Equatoria.

On our walk back to the apartment(15 minutes coming back... it's uphill!), we arrive back at the apartment, too tired to cook tonight, so I have the brilliant idea to order Chinese take out! So Cathi gets the honor of making the call to the restaurant! Communication, especially via cell phone, can be extremely challenging! She and Jess walk down, pay, pick up the food and bring it back to the apartment.

The boys clean up after dinner and hope for a relaxing evening, but their laundry still needs to be done. Hot water is at a premium so I get into the shower. All follow my lead. As I completed my shower, now about 9:20, our friend Kenny knocks at our door. He is most welcome at our home and stays and visits until 11:30. A quick brush and floss, and we all fall into bed looking forward to tomorrow. Good Night!

Jerry

Peter Painter

Olyotya Friends!
(Hello how are you, Friends!)

This is the story I heard yesterday. His name is Peter Painter. He is an artist... hence the name, Peter Painter. He is shown above with one of his murals. I asked Peter how old he was, and he said that he would turn eighteen next month. "Wow," I said, "my mom's birthday is October 3rd, what day were you born on?" He answered, "I don't know." He went on to tell his story.

When he was born, his father left and married another woman. His mother and he eeked out an existence, but by the time Peter was six, his mother had contracted AIDS. He spoke of his memories, and being by his mom's side as she died. He told me how she spoke words of assurance and blessing to him.

After she passed, his father also died. He was a fatality of war. Then he was picked up by his aunt, his father's sister. She treated him poorly, as Peter says, "she abused me terribly, she beat me and several times left me outside the home as punishment." "So you had to sleep outside?" I asked. He said "yes she would throw out my few things, clothes and such, then lock the door. I had no where to go, so I would sleep next to the house. Then in the morning she would say, I was good for nothing, and could not be possibly related to her. She said she couldn't handle me anymore".

"So what happened," I asked. "She took me to my other aunt, my father's other sister," he said. "She was far worse, she was a drunkard. She beat me also. She died soon after. But I had a grandfather, my dad's father, but he was too old to care for me, so I was brought to a boarding school out in the bush. This was the most frightening time of my life. I remember it clearly. The village was more primitive then I'd ever known. The children had never seen shoes before... I took mine off. They worship idols and spirits in the village... they sacrifice children. I remember seeing all the children running deep into the bush because when certain men approached them in the street slowly, they were looking for a sacrifice. I remember hiding in the deep bush, trembling as the men approached. I remember praying to God for safety. I also remember once, I was laying down hiding right next to a snake, a deadly one, a cobra, and I wondered if I would live or die, but if I yelled out the men would find me, I could only pray."

"Peter" I asked, "how did you come to Hope Children's Home?" "My drunkard aunt passed away as well, and the aunt that couldn't handle me came again and took me to the home. Here is where it was safe. All of you people here, are now my family. These are those who love me and I love them."

Both Peter and I were in tears. I assured him that I loved him. I also told him that he was no longer a boy, but he is now a man. I don't know what the future holds for Peter as he will soon be 18 and I don't know how much longer he can live at the home.

Jerry

Kampala Kenny

Good Friends:

I would like to introduce you to Kenny. Kenny and his girlfriend Roy (I told Kenny that Roy is a man's name in the States, he just laughed!) have dropped by our apartment a few times to visit. Roy interestly enough, comes from a family of 26! Her father had 5 wifes, and has over fifty grandkids!

We met Kenny at the Hotel Equatoria, where we stayed upon our arrival in Uganda. He is a guard, who works from 6:00 A.M. to 6:00 P.M. When I started a conversation with Kenny, he told me that he was very nervous about his future, because he had an appointment with his supervisor to discuss the possibility of changing his hours in order to pursuit college.

On the next day I spoke with Kenny to learn that his boss, put him off a few days, so his anxiety level was rising.

We had found an apartment to rent, so seeing Kenny now, would be more challenging because we will no longer be at the hotel.

One evening, around nine thirty, I heard a knock on our door. Kenny and Roy came over for a visit! I still don't know how exactly they found us, but we were very excited to see them. That night, Kenny told us that his supervisor had allowed him to cut his hours, and attend college. He was so happy.

Kenny's parents are both living. In fact, Kenny still lives at home with them. But this wasn't always the case. When Kenny finished Senior 6, he moved out and lived with a friend. The situation didn't work out, so Kenny was out on the street. His living arrangement at home was very difficult as well. His father was abusive and as Kenny stated..."liked the drink". What I surmised was that Kenny was being physically and emotionally abused at home. All to say that going back home was a very difficult decision.

Kenny told me he was "born again", and that his last resort was to pray that God would change his father, so that is what he did. As my eyes met Kenny's I could see tears welling up, and then he said, "It was a miracle, my father completely changed!"

Kenny is taking courses in communications and has a dream of entering the
broadcasting field. He is very bright and has a great future in front of him. We regularly see Kenny (and Roy), they have come over to hang out, share a meal, and keep us updated on the latest Kampala culture. Kenny... you are a good friend!

Jerry

There’s my friend, Brooke!

Dear Friends,

Before leaving the US, I created a little photo book of Family and Friends. I brought it with today to Hope Children’s Home. I told Victoria, a beautiful 14 year old girl, that I brought this book to show her a photo of little Victoria, my friend Laura’s daughter. She was thrilled to see an American “Victoria.”

As we flipped through the rest of the book, I had completely forgotten that I had photos of the Santiam Christian team that had been here in June. Jess was a part of that team. What a commotion ensued, a crowd joined Victoria and I! Each team member was named with joy: Brooke, Jared, Papa Steve, Emma, James, Mama Barbara, Lauren, Seth, Hannah and on they went. What love these kids have for that team! As we went through the rest of the pages, there was one of team member, Brooke and I with our friends Alita and Emily. We had to show that page around to many. “My friend Brooke!” was repeated again and again. One sweet girl asked if I would please tell Brooke that she loves her and prays for her every day.

As we stepped on the bus, saying goodbye for the weekend, it really hit home with me how hard it will be to say goodbye to these kids, especially our sweet Esther. Both Jerry and I have connected particularly with this 11 year old girl. She sang praise songs for me today as well as recited a list of Luganda word/phrases while I videotaped. I weigh the happiness and love shared with the eventual pain of saying goodbye, especially for the kids. I pray that our love and prayers will strengthen and encourage these children long after we leave.

Love, Cathi (see Hope Children's Home Slideshow on the left.)

Oh, Esther has promised to teach me how to dance on Monday. She has no idea what she will be up against (for those who don't know, I am seriously rhythmically challenged.) Should be interesting and humbling!

If I Perish, I Perish... Esther 4:16

Dear Friends:

Sweet Esther, an eleven year old girl, told me her story yesterday at the children's home.

As I was playing with and entertaining some children, Esther was helping me to improve my Luganda language skills. I could tell the moment I met her she was special. She is quite intelligent, and at first I thought she was much older. I asked her how old she was, and she stated eleven years. I was taken back. Her self confident manner and her articulate speech put her, in my mind, many years older. However, if you were to see Esther, with her slight frame you may place her at eight or maybe nine years old.

After a morning of singing and dancing, we had lunch. We all ate and enjoyed some rice, beans, chapati, and tea. Following lunch, we played some more and sat down to learn about each other. All of the stories I heard that afternoon were sad, touching, and yet had a glimmer of hope. Esther's story struck a chord, one of dissonance, that made me look inside my own heart.

We were sitting on the front steps of Hope Children's Home, when I asked her to tell me her story. She was almost reluctant, yet something inside her also wanted to share, because I sensed that by telling someone... healing can come. Her voice suddenly became quiet. She was no longer speaking English, but fell back into her native tongue. Another young girl, Mariam, translated for me. A precious young boy, Frank, also assisted me as he was closely snuggled up to my side. Her first words were spoken to the side, so maybe we wouldn't hear her. I asked her face me, and she obliged. She now spoke even more quietly, slowly, and introspectively. She was lost for several moments in her thoughts, probably recalling those days of pain and abandonment. Then she spoke. She told me that she doesn't remember her mother. She doesn't know if she is alive or dead. She does remember her father...she was six years old at the time. She remembers a conversation around money, and how he told her that he couldn't afford to keep her, he had no money to pay for school, clothes, or even food for her. So her father took her on a journey... as Esther recalls... "He took me to the pit." I questioned her, "Esther I don't understand, what is the pit?" "You know, it is where they put the rubbish. He left me there to die." Her eyes stared straight ahead, there was no expression on her face, no emotion. Hard and cold. I asked again in disbelief, "How old were you?" "Six years" she said. I continued my probing. "So how did you end up coming to Hope?" She stated that a neighbor came out looking for her when news of this came to her village. "She took me to the home and now that was 3 1/2 years ago." "How long were you in the pit?" I asked. Again her face went to stone. Speaking in her own tongue once again, Miriam said, "She doesn't remember".

I held her, tears in my eyes, yet her eyes were dry. Then I reassured Esther that she is in a safe place now and that she is loved. I tried to communicate that good fathers would care for their children in any circumstance, and that they would never leave them. She shook her head in agreement and met my eyes in a stare, to confirm that I was telling her the truth.

Earlier in the morning, Esther told me how she has dreams of becoming a physician. She told me how she wants to help her people. I said that was just like the Esther in the Bible. She said she would love to study in America. She said when she is older she will visit me in Oregon. I would love that.


Jerry

Meeting Douglas

Hello Friends:

I first met Douglas the day we were searching for an apartment here in Kampala. We drove up and asked to view a two bedroom place. The receptionist (Harriet) directed us to Douglas who graciously showed us this dwelling. His English was very clear, and he mentioned that his mother lives in the States, she resides in California. He was quick to point out all of the amenities, and showed us our balcony view of the pool, and also mentioned that each room has air conditioning. However, at this time, we continued our apartment search, because this place was (we thought, and is!) too expensive.

After searching and comparing prices and location, we ended up back at the "Prestige Apartments", where once again we were greeted by Douglas.

We quickly got settled into our apartment, though it did smell a bit funny. We needed to take a grocery store run to buy food and room freshener, and a few other odds and ends.

Douglas and Mr. Hassan (we are not too sure of Hassan's job, but he's a nice man) made us feel welcome and secure. Both men were quick to be at our beck and call, locating us taxis, walking us to the local Indian market, taking us to the bank, and making sure we were satisfied with our apartment.

One evening after work, Douglas came over for a visit. (This, we are finding is not unusual for Ugandan culture, and we feel honored to have had many come by). He talked to us for a while, telling us his story. His mother left he and his brother at an early age, so he was raised by his father. At the age of fifteen, his father died, and then he was supported by a family friend. This friend paid for his education (through "Senior 6" equivalent to our high school graduate), and then sent him into the world with his older brother to fend for themselves. Though his life has not been easy, he has such an appreciation for what he does have, and hope for a good future.

Douglas told a story of how it is so easy to envy other peoples things... like shoes for example. He said it would be so cool to have a nice new pair of shoes...Nikes or maybe a pair of Pumas...in his eyes, I see him lost for a moment in his own dream. Then he says resolutely, "but when I feel sorry for myself and think why can't I have those shoes, I see a man without feet. It brings me back, to be thankful for what I do have." This is Douglas. He is a young man wise beyond his years. He has told us numerous stories, most are funny, some are of how humble he feels, and some stories are very "proverb-esk".

For this 20 year old young man, I pray for a safe and prosperous future. I am a better man because of knowing you, Douglas.


Jerry

Mind in the Gutter?

Hello Friends!

The real work began this morning. My mind has really been IN the gutter ever since this project of a rain water storage tank was introduced. We determined the placement of the tank, then we hung the gutters, and chipped out a concrete slab in order to lay pipe in a trench, safely out of the way of the children. The work was slow at first, but once the boys got the "hang" of it, everything moved along well. The children at the home were in school, so at first it was just Brian and I and our two 15 year old boys, Ben and Jess. Then, the kids had a mid morning break and once again we were surrounded by masses of little ones. Some of the older boys eagerly lined up to help, so for the short break, we obliged and off to work they went! We still have quite a bit of work in front of us, but what a great start! In the upcoming days and weeks this project will be completed. Then the children's home will have a faucet for laundry, one for the latrines, and one for the kitchen. BTW... my mind was in the rain gutters of course!

Jerry

ATV Safari!

Dear Friends,

Well, I am going to let Jerry blog about the heavy, heart wrenching things while I keep you updated on the fun things that we are doing! Today, we rented a van with our friends, the Stubbs and went on an ATV Safari! We drove about 2 hours to Jinja, where the Nile River begins. The countryside was lush, with green vegetation everywhere. We passed through enormous tea plantations and sugar cane fields. Everything is so healthy and beautiful.

After donning what looked like WWII flyer coveralls, we safaried on 4 wheel ATVs. It felt really scary at first (OK, I speak for myself...), but we quickly got the hang of it. Everyone had their own vehicle except for 7 year old Adam who rode with his dad, Brian. We followed our guide, Godfrey, and were tailed by another guide, Mawazi. Our trail ranged from a paved road to dirt to an single track trail. As we rode by villages, the children would all run out, yelling “Muzungu,” (White people) holding out their little hands for money. The area that we toured actually is doing well in part due to the tourism in the area. The community is compensated by the Tour Company for letting them use their land. Although it did feel a little bit like "Uganda Twilight Zone" as we passed several places more than a couple of times and waved at the same people, I don't know how many times. I think that the tour guides thought that we wouldn't notice!

We rode down to the beautiful Nile River and imagined Moses being placed in a basket so many miles to the North. Micah got his first long awaited taste of fresh sugar cane. He would chose it over chocolate any day!

As we left, we stopped at a little road side stand for "Chapati," a delicious tortilla-like snack. Jerry even bravely took a bite! The rest of us gobbled them up! It was great to have a day of recreation and we felt so privileged and blessed to be able to have this time Brian, Susan, Ben, Luke, Bryce and Adam.

See the "ATV Safari" slideshow to the left.

Love, Cathi

Well, Well, Well

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The children's home is now a breeding ground for learning! My first adventure was to fix a broken well. Not having much luck with wells in the past...(see Mozambique), I was a little apprehensive to jump into this project. Two of the older boys from the home(and many little ones) came out to assist me in this endeavor. In this process, I would teach and learn as we started in. My first learning was a few Luganda words like, stick, move a little, well, and love. I told the boys to carefully watch and help as we tore apart the well, then put it back together. As in all my days in Africa, the process took longer, and was an exercise in trial and error. But in shortly over an hour, (I thought it would take five minutes! What was I thinking!), we successfully had an operational well, that pumped good fresh water! I deemed both older boys the "keepers of the well", giving them the responsibility to fix and maintain the well for the future.

In the photo, you may say, "Jerry, that is not a well!" I know, Cathi was busy with the children and only clicked a photo of me working with the boys to install a new water storage tank. This will bring much needed water to the laundry area, latrines, and to the kitchen. The boys and 10 shovels successfully dug two hundred feet of trench in just under an hour! I stood dumb-founded at their ability to work! I wish I had a work crew like this at home! We are teaching the boys different construction skills as well as integrating school subjects (i.e. math, science, and health) in the process.

As the projects get accomplished I am reminded of why I am here... I am here to serve, but first and foremost, I am here to love. There are many opportunities here in the children's home to love.

Remember the children,

Jerry

Solutions?

Hi Friends!

Yesterday, I had a wonderful talk with a young man. He started the conversation by telling me he is "born again", that is how they distinguish between a true believer and a "cultural Christian". I asked about his life and he told me his mother had left him and his brother, when they were young. He was raised by his father...very unusual in this culture. His father passed away in 1999, when Ben had one year left of high school. Friends took him and his brother in, paid for Ben's tuition, and he graduated. For the last 4 years, he has been on his own, living alone, and trying to make it. It is so sad...he is only 21 years old! He is a such a nice kid. I asked how much he earns here at the market, he told me...$55 a month! (And I can't even afford to stay in Kampala!) He works 12 hour days/7 days a week and has NO days off! He lives in fear of losing his job, because employment is so scare. My heart is broken! He is only 6 years older than my son... just a kid. There is so much need in Africa, very overwhelming, and hard to discern who to give to...

Is there hope? Is there a solution? I thought maybe On Belay Ministries could start up "micro-franchises." Utilizing local labor, local resources, we provide the capital to start small businesses around Africa. Have a repayment plan in place, then after the debt has been paid, the "franchisee" takes over the full business and profits. Is this even feasible?

Food for thought...

Jerry

Finding Hope...

The day started out with thunder and lighting, followed by a torrential rain storm. I rose to shower, to find out there was no hot water! Later in the morning I also learned our "hot water" is run by solar power... Hmmm... does the water get warm when there is no sun? I don't think so!

We headed out to the Hope Children's Home today. When the Land Cruiser finally made the potholed, rain rutted trip, we were greeted by dozens of small children. Each of them grasping for my hand and telling me their name.

The land is lush with vegetation, water was abounding more than usual because of the rains, and the property was a red clay lake. However, this didn't distract the kids. They wanted to hold hands and play.

I was a little overwhelmed by the attention of so many little ones that I decided to quickly go to work. I surveyed the building, the elevations, the flows, and most of all, took careful inventory of all the eyes watching me.

As I spoke to one of the older boys, he informed me that the well was not operational. So, he and I and a dozen other children dashed to the well. I inspected the problem and determined that it was an easy fix... the only caveat is "we are in Africa", which means a simple 10 minute job will take you all day. One of the missionary boys (Ben) made a phone call to his dad and located tools, but the project will have to wait until Thursday. Then I set out on the task of measuring the home for rain gutters and pipe for a water storage tank. This took a little creativity in a sense, because I had several of the young men and boys congregating around me and the tape measure. They all helped in this "measuring and materials estimating" process! We measured the building, I wrote down the measurements in the dirt with a stick, and I had the boys adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing. They were terriffic! One young man (Frank) was an ace at mental math, calculating the answer as I was writing it down! And another young man Fahad, did the measuring and calculations with me, showing a real aptitude for construction. Of course in the middle of all this estimating and measuring, we did have to stop for lunch. We ate a delicious lunch of rice and beans, followed by a cup of hot tea. Then we went back to work. We evaluated the rest of the property for drainage, assessed the possibilities for a water storage tank, located an appropriate place to install a hand-washing station for the latrines, and surveyed an area for a french drain. On Thursday... let the work begin!

"I have found hope in the eyes of small children, while wiping away my own tears."

Jerry

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And from Cathi: I was blessed to do some of my favorite things today. We got out some crayons and paper and had a whole slew of artists madly drawing away, each one carrying his or her finished masterpiece for my approval. Then out came the books and I got to read to a very loving and appreciative crowd with promises of more books and art on Thursday. I can't wait!

Jess and Micah were off the minute we climbed out of the car. Jess was greeted by all his friends who had met him in June. They were so happy to see him and so amazed that he remembered their names! Of course they all wanted to meet his little brother.

Uganda!

Arriving in Kampala reminded me of Mozambique, crowded streets, bad traffic congestion, and the poor everywhere my eyes turned. It was overcast, damp, and humid. Prices here in Kampala are outrageous! Rent is three times what we pay in the States! Food prices are very high and selection is limited. The city has a diesel cloud hovering about it, due to the cities utilities are run by diesel generators. The Department of Transportation would have job security here, for decades, as the streets are so badly potholed. The traffic rules here are very unique. Cars and motorcycles (boda-boda) speed by on either side of the road, and as a pedestrian, run for your life, has a new meaning!

With all that said, the people are warm and friendly… but not at first glance! They look at you sternly or give you this blank stare, you know like your speaking a different language, but once you break the ice with them they are very warm.

The work ahead is daunting, not in scope, but just because this is Africa. The African’s here have a different pace. I’m not saying lazy or slow, just different. Locating items, standing in line, waiting on people, are all part of everyday life. Plus, it is so expensive! You can never be sure if you have gotten a good deal or if you have just been ripped off!

So, tomorrow it is off to work at Hope Children’s Home, setting up a rain water collection tank, building a fence, grading for drainage, fixing the bathrooms with a hand washing station, and of course… LOVING ON KIDS!

Thanks for keeping up on our blog!

Jerry

Lots of goodbyes!

Sadly, we have said goodbye to our Muizenberg YWAM family and the family of believers from the church in Mfuleni township. We miss them very much already. We felt so welcomed and encouraged. Cape Town was truly a breath of fresh air.



One evening, our friend Gabriel hosted us at his house for an authentic African meal. Yum! He is a great cook; we had chicken, beans, vegetables, tomato sauce and our favorite, Paup (I’m sure I spelled that wrong, we pronounce it “pop.” It is an African staple, made of maize meal and cooked so that it is the consistency of thick mashed potatoes. Very filling. You wad it up and dip it in the sauce.) At Gabriel’s house, our countries of origin included Zambia, Nigeria, Camaroon, Burundi, Togo and the US. It was great to sit around after dinner and swap stories.

How to sum up our time in South Africa? Refreshing! We learned a lot about YWAM and the history of South Africa. We spent time with some amazing pastors and believers in the townships. Mostly, we were welcomed into an incredible family of believers.

We are so blessed.

Cathi

Cape to Cairo

Hello Friends!

This morning I had the privilege of meeting with two leaders of South Africa. They have a passion for training the youth here in Cape Town. Their vision is to “plant the seed” here in Cape Town, and duplicate the training model to all of Africa.

The dream is to start a training center in all of the surrounding communities, raising up African leaders, who then would go out the communities to train those in the townships. Also, part of the dream is to start a sports academy to reach out to the younger generation to model, coach, and mentor the youth, (similar to the States Boys and Girls Clubs). The third dream is to start an orphanage for those youth who have lost their parents or have been abandoned by them, so there would be a clean, dry place to live where they could receive the necessities of living as well as education.

This model is what they would like to duplicate here in all of South Africa, with anticipation to reach all of Africa. The paperwork to set up a NGO is in place and will be completed shortly. Our African brothers and sisters only need our help to train them in ways that they can teach training to their communities.

Food for Thought,
Jerry

Cape of Good Hope

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This was one of those "I can't believe we are really here" moments! Incredible beauty. Thank you God for blessing us with your creation!

Mfuleni Township

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After a wonderful worship time with the YWAM family in the morning, we headed out to visit the townships with our friend Gabriel and his fellow pastor, also Gabriel. They have planted a church in the Mfuleni Township.

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Jess joined the youth group for their meeting while we went to three other townships, to visit people and see the area where Gabriel is going to build a much needed community center. The land has already been purchased and they are just waiting on the funding to come in.

We were warmly welcomed by the people we met on the street and invited into the "homes" of others. A few of the homes were built of brick and had cement floors, while others were mere shacks that leak in the frequent rain, without plumbing or electricity. There are so many challenges to the people who live in the townships: no jobs or income, lack of basic health care, lack of food, substandard living conditions...we realize how much we have and take for granted. And yet, to hear the youth group praise the Lord, with laughter, singing and dancing. They certainly have a vibrancy and sense of God's presence in their lives.

Pastor Gabriel told us some heartbreaking stories of the youth in the township. One story, where a boy and his brothers hadn’t eaten in two days. The following story happened in the Mfuleni Township:

We pulled up in our Toyota Venture in front of the community center to visit some youth. I was greeted by calls from the children “molungus”! ( which means whites). As I exited our vehicle some of the youth came up to shake my hand. “Hi, I’m Thandiswa,” she also greeted me in her local tongue of Xhosa (clicking sounds). Soon Gabriel drove up with many youths from a neighboring township. Then I met Zola, and his oldest brother Thabo. This is Thabo’s story.

Thabo introduced himself to me, with a quiet spirit, and soft spoken voice. I asked him where he was from and he told me a neighboring township. I asked him about his family and he let me know that the young man I met earlier was his little brother. “He is just 17, and I am 22 as of last week”! “Do you have any other brothers or sisters I asked"? He told me he has another brother who is eighteen, and a sister who has passed away from AIDS in 2006. His sister has left a 12 year old daughter behind who lives with a friend. I asked about his parents and he told me that his father died in 1994 and his mother died in 2006. So for the last year Thabo has been responsible for his brothers and his niece. I asked him if he works. He told me at this time he is attending school to receive a certificate for first aid. Then he will continue on taking courses so he can eventually become a paramedic.

I asked how he makes money to live and go to school. “Pastor and the church help me” he told me. “They give me about 200 Rand a month.” (200 Rand is about $30.) “How much does school cost? And how about books?” I asked. He said that Pastor has also paid for school and someone from the USA has given him money for books.

He shared with me his dreams and passions. How he has a love for his people in the township and really wants to help them in tangible ways. He spoke of his love for medicine and how they need basic medical care in the townships. I asked him about health care. He stated that it was too expensive to get transport to go to the doctor. He told a story of a man who recently was stabbed in the arm. Thabo came to the man’s side with his first aid kit (donated again by someone in the States), applied pressure to stop the bleeding, then cleaned the wound with hydrogen peroxide, and bandaged him up. He said with tears in his eyes that the people just need some love and care.

Later in the evening I went to Thabo’s home. It was a three room place smaller than most backyard sheds. Gabriel said that this home had just been rebuilt and was a thousand times nicer than it was before. There was no electricity, no running water, and no bathroom. A tin roof, old carpet floor, and a small kitchen area. There was no stove and no lights.

As I returned to the community center, I said goodbye to Thabo, and handed him a little money. I was also able to speak with Thabo’s pastor. I asked him why he is caring for this young man. He stated that Thabo is very “clever” and has the potential to go to college and make something out of his life. "So how much would it cost to send Thabo to college, I asked." Pastor said to me, about 12,000 Rand for school and books. This is about $1700. I told Pastor that that would be a good investment. He said there are a lot of good investments, but investing in young peoples’ lives is one of the best. I agreed. Oh yes, did I mention that Thabo and his brother were the very boys Pastor was telling me about earlier in day that went without food for two days.

As I drove back to Muizenberg, I reflected on my time in the townships. I have a broken heart for young men like Thabo, who at the young age of 22 has to become a father, and still find his own way in life. Then I thought about all the other stories I didn’t hear and my eyes filled with tears. I was thinking why am I so blessed in this life, and how can I help. At this time the only answer I have is to love. Love the people, love God, and love this life we have been given.

I am undone. Jerry

Beautiful Cape Town

We arrived yesterday, luggage and all! Thanks so much for your prayers! We are astounded by the beauty of Cape Town. Gabriel, our host, took us on a walking tour of Muizenberg this morning, including splashing in the ocean. We are staying at the YWAM base, just a couple of blocks from the ocean. The YWAM folks are so friendly, and love God very much. We've met students from Germany, Camaroon, Nigeria, Zambia, Holland, Finland and the US (Washington, Hawaii, Michigan).

Today has been a day of rest. We will start our work here tomorrow. In the morning we will be helping out in the office, then we head out to one of the townships in the afternoon.

We did hear that there is a Starbucks in Cape Town. (I'll keep you posted, Book Babes.)

Love, Cathi

Goodbye to dear friends, the Dedricks.

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As we left Mozambique, we had to say goodbye to Ann and David Dedrick. They have become dear friends and mentors. We admire their courage and incredible love for the people of Mozambique. We have been so blessed by them.

Kruger Safari!

Dear Friends,

Wow, we went on our first safari! Our friends/hosts/tour guides, Ann and Dave, took us to Kruger National Park on Friday. Kruger is just over the border in South Africa. What an adventure! We saw so many incredible animals. Dave drove us in his indestructible Land Cruiser. Micah, with his keen wildlife vision, spotted two lions under a bush about 100 yards away. We all grabbed our binoculars and verified his sighting. Later we got to see a huge male lion just 25 yards from the car. We kept track of the animals and birds and came up with over 26 different species. We got so close to a couple of elephants that Ann asked Dave to keep his foot on the accelerator in case we needed to escape! Here are a few photos. See the Kruger National Park slideshow listed under SLIDESHOWS to the left.

On Tuesday we are off to Cape Town. Please pray for safe travel and that our luggage will once again complete the journey with us. We are staying with Gabriel. Please pray that we will be a blessing to him and his ministry.

Thanks so much for all the emails. They mean so much to us!

Blessings,
Cathi

Our Work Week

Hi Friends!

Well this was a busy week of work! It started with a work day at the seminary... installing door closure units, another projection screen, hanging black boards, and moving furniture.



Tuesday was a remarkable day. We traveled out to the villages into real Africa! Dirt roads that resemble deer trails at home. Thank God for four wheel drive! We repaired two doors and a well handle (that still needs to installed). Also, we needed a quick fix to the Landcruiser! Ahh... the joys of African travel. Small block homes decorated the African plain. Gardens starving for water are their main food source. Dust blowing in the wind, the people hard, chapped, and dirty still give us warm greetings as we delivered a little food and medicine. The boys passed out lollipops and were instant movie stars!



Wednesday and Thursday we were once again finishing up at the seminary, but now our job is complete! Tomorrow and Saturday we will get a little rest and relaxation at Kruger Park, home to lions, rhinos, giraffes,water buffalo, elephants and hundreds of bird species.

Capetown is right around the corner!

Jerry

Wedding photos

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This choir sang and danced while the groom got ready. They sang in Shanghan and kept a running musical commentary on the days' events.

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Wedding!

Today was a true Mozanbique experience. Dave and Ann (our hosts) were asked to be the "shappas" or taxi service for a wedding. Never mind that they don't know the bride and groom, however they do have two large vehicles that will transport many to the "church". Well it is not really a church... it is a government building with dozens of weddings going on at once all in the same building with adjoining rooms. Singing and dancing encompass the service, but the singing has meaning... it tells of what is happening during the marriage ceremony. After the "legalities" were finished we piled everyone back into the Landcruisers and off to the "Costa del Sol" for pictures, dancing and more singing. By piled into the vehicles, we mean there were 13 folks in one car. Cathi was sitting in the way back on the jump seats with 6 others! It was a long ride.

After the photos, we headed back to the bride's parent's house for a party, along with more singing and dancing. It was great fun and we felt privileged to be included. We even ended up in some of the wedding photos! We left before the event was over and it was after 4pm by this time. (We picked up people at 8:30am this morning.) We'll add photos as soon as the camera battery is recharged.

Many Hats In Maputo!

Hello Friends,

Yesterday was another great work day in Mozambique. I was able to wear many hats. My day started out as the computer expert. Networking 12 computers, installing software, downloading printer drivers and setting up the security was my task for the morning. Then I put on my auto repair hat and tracked down the battery draining culprit of a Toyota Condor (similar to a diesel 4 Runner, affectionately named the "Demon Car!") I am still in process of completing the repair (better described as disassembly of the alarm system!) Tomorrow, I will put on my electrician's hat to repair a 240v circuit and switch. Later in the day I begin to install a complete sound system in the OMS seminary's multipurpose room. This is where I installed a 10 foot projection screen in a concrete wall last Saturday.

All of this work is absolutely wonderful and fulfilling. They have such great need and very little help. The simplest of tasks become very challenging, because either parts are not available or they are outrageously expensive. Everything takes an inordinate amount of time, for example, I need to purchase conduit for the sound system. First, I need to draw a picture of conduit or find an example of what I am looking for. Then I go to the "hardware store". I say that very loosely (the stores are very different)! When you enter the "store" you are greeted by a long line in front of the counter. Of course I don't expect English to be spoken, so I sign and show the picture. Then the "helpful" hardware man brings my picture to some one in the back, and I move to another area, stand in a long line to pay for goods I am not sure I will receive or know if it is even conduit! After about an hour and a half, then I make it to the front of the line, pay for the goods and wait, of course in a totally different area! Finally, some one comes forth, with what they have interpreted is what I wanted and shows me, and as luck would have it... it is not the correct item! OK, back to the first counter to repeat the process once again! You can spend a whole afternoon trying to purchase one item! ARGH! Welcome to Maputo!

Though at times things can be frustrating, it is very interesting to see how our countries and cultures differ.

Jerry

Maputo at last!

We made it! Along with all five bags! A real miracle. Thank you all for your prayers concerning our bags! Many folks on our flight didn't get any of their bags. We waited an hour or so for our visa. Ann, Dave and Larry, from OMS, met us at the airport. Dave suggested that we "act like we own the place" and walk right past the customs office. We followed Dave out of the airport and skipped customs altogether! Larry and Susan Weil offered to house us and have been taking good care of us all day, including a tour of Maputo which is on the Indian Ocean (the boys put their feet in the water) and a tour of the school where we will be working these next three weeks.

We are doing well, a bit tired, but happy to be here. We miss you all!

Cathi

Johannesburg

We arrived in Johannesburg yesterday in the late afternoon, and promptly got in the wrong line for Passport Control/Baggage Claim, stood there for over an hour, then were sent to the correct baggage terminal only to discover that our bags had been checked all the way through to Maputo, after watching the near empty carousel go round and round without our bags. (In Portland, we had been told that we would have to get our luggage and go through customs in Johannesburg…) Customs was a breeze; one man asked to see “the lady’s passport” and asked me to pronounce our last name and chuckled because he didn’t want to try saying it. Then he waved us through.

By now it was 7:00pm, we took a taxi to the Baptist International Missionary Services (BIMS) Guesthouse. It was great; just what we needed, clean, safe. The hosts, Thomas and Denise Brown met us in the office. Wish we could have visited with them longer, but we were all walking zombies at this point. Even before showering or dinner, Micah fell asleep. Jerry and Jess bravely walked a couple of blocks to…McDonalds! Our first meal in Africa-chicken nuggets! Our nice taxi driver, Albert, offered to come back and pick us up this morning at 6am! And he was actually early! We got to the airport in plenty of time. On to Maputo...

Cathi

On Our Way!

Here we are in the Frankfurt airport! We are in the middle of a long layover...14 hours! The good news is that we only have 3 hours left before we depart for Dubai, the next stop on our long journey to Maputo. Thank you so much for all your prayers for our safety. (Please continue!) The boys, all three, are playing hacky-sack right now.

Thanks to Sally and David for taking us to the airport!

Note to the Book Babes: used the Starbucks card to send us off at the Portland Airport yesterday morning! Thank you!

Cathi

Von Voyage Prayer Send Off

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Originally uploaded by carolfoasia

We were so blessed by the wonderful send off from our dear church family and friends. Wow!

The Mad Dash!

Dearest Friends:

The mad dash is on! We have six days left before our departure date. All of the loose ends are coming together, we have the "mock" packing of our bags scheduled, and our tickets in hand, visas, passports, and ipods almost uploaded. Now, we need to finish packing up the apartment, deliver our vehicles to their babysitters, and make a hotel reservation for our last days in Corvallis.

We have been overwhelmed by the out pouring of love by all of our friends and family. We are leaving Corvallis in that "party mode" that so typifies our lives. THANK YOU for your love and friendship! You will be in our thoughts and prayers.


Jerry

Book Babes

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Originally uploaded by jcvonrtw

My dear book loving friends gave me a Bon Voyage party. I will miss our meetings very much, but will attempt to keep up with the books being read!

Cathi

On the Countdown!

Here is the first post on our RTW (Round The World) blog. After a year and a half of planning, we are almost on our way. The house has been sold, our stuff put in storage, jobs finished up, the global contacts made, insurance acquired, our itinerary finalized (for the first half of the trip in any case.) As a family we will be maintaining two blogs, one regarding family happenings (this one) and the other one covering the progress on our non-profit organization (http://onbelayministries.blogspot.com/). Please leave comments regularly! We miss you all already and we haven't even left yet!

Here is our itinerary:

July 30 – August 21 MOZAMBIQUE Maputo (Christian Academy of Mozambique)
August 21 – September 7 SOUTH AFRICA Cape Town (YWAM Soccer)
September 7 – October 6 UGANDA Entebbe (Show Mercy International Orphanage)
October 6 – October 22 KENYA Mombasa (World Venture)
October 22 – November 18 KENYA Eldoret (Open Arms International Orphanage)
November 18 – Dec. 18 ITALY Rome (Team)
NETHERLANDS Amsterdam
GERMANY Ahrensburg
AUSTRIA
December 18 – Jan. 2, 2008 UNITED KINGDOM London
January 2 – February 1 MOROCCO Marakech (Set-up Medical Clinic)
February 1 – February 21 INDIA Pune (Deep Griha Society humanitarian aid)
February 21 – March 21 THAILAND Krabi (ESL Keera-pat International School)
March 21 – April 15 CHINA Chongqing, Beijing
April 15 – May 7 NEW ZEALAND Christchurch
May 7 – June 7 AUSTRALIA Melbourne (Kangaroo Grounds Building Project)
June 7 – July 31 PERU Lima
BOLIVIA
CHILE Santiago
July 31, 2008 USA Portland, OR