Saturday, November 21, 2015
“I don't want to live in the kind of world where we don't look out for each other—anybody who needs a helping hand. I can’t change the way anybody else thinks, or what they choose to do, but I can do my bit.” ― Charles de Lint
Still remembering and enjoying replaying that great sermon of Dr. S. M. Lockridge’s “That’s My King.” It brought back some wonderful memories and rekindled the flame in my heart which had been flickering over all the hatred and ill-feeling in the news and on Facebook about the refugees. We have refugees here in Tanzania who escaped the genocide in Rwanda. We didn’t send them back to die; we did all we could to help them. There is still a fairly large camp near the border, but most have been assimilated into Tanzanian society and have jobs teaching, driving taxis, nursing, and farming. We are also welcoming three missionaries from Canada today who will be with us for the week end. Originally scheduled to come last Tuesday, they have been kept in Mwanza by the rains and flooded roads. I believe they are headed into the Serengeti National Park on Monday or Tuesday for a safari but not completely sure. It will be very nice to have guests with whom we can converse in English. Having people around who haven’t heard all my stories and understand my speech usually makes me talk too much, but John and Karen are here to keep me in check. Sam is an Formula One fan and I have all the races Lewis Hamilton won from the last two years recorded so we can watch one or two if he wants. Neema is out now shopping for food for them. They will be eating African like we do with rice, beans, fruit, eggs, and occasionally fish (Tilapia which is fresh from the lake here and delicious). Don’t know what their plans are but expect them to travel out to Sam’s mission project west of us, but maybe they just want to rest. Whatever they want, we will accommodate them as best we can. John has a lot of new work to do and was supposed to teach in Musoma yesterday but his students were at family funerals, so he went to a Musoma missionary’s house who has grown lettuce and got a bunch of it. We haven’t had a salad with lettuce in ten years, so we are pretty excited. We tried to grow some, but it all died. Maybe we can learn from our friends in Musoma and grow our own. That would be a real treat. Do keep us in your prayers as we are having some concerns about the education of the little orphan girl we have been caring for since her fifteen-year-old mother died just five days after giving birth (see picture at the right). She is even named after me (poor thing) but we love her and will always do whatever we can to help her get a good education. She will be nine years old next month. Hopefully, we can get her into a nearby boarding school if we can swing the financing, so stay tuned.