How to Move a Mountain

1. First, believe it's possible (have faith)
2. Grab your tool(s)
3. Go to mountain
4. Start digging. One shovel-full at a time.
Note* Steps 1-4 repeated many times multiplied by many people who simply WON’T quit = change to the seemingly immovable.

Now, I’m not talking about moving Chitundo “Mountain” (pictured above). Who would want to do that? It’s much too beautiful where it is, although that could be done using the above formula. Ok, so we’d have to add some extra steps like: use dynamite. My son would be here in a flash!

No, I’m referring to mountains that can seem equally (very, very) large and permanent, like poverty, hunger, inadequate health care and education, etc. Oddly enough, the steps for moving these mountains are the same as for moving the rock-type, although you’d have to add different extra steps here like (instead of dynamite): use love

This week, we here at the mission received some great help from others who arrived, tools in hand, to help with the digging and moving, so to speak.

First, a group from the U.S. (through Mercy Air) came to work on several projects like roofing a few important buildings like a community clinic at Chitundo:

Glad to see Tome wearing eye protection. :)

Day 2, I believe?, and nearly done.

Dwight and I (behind camera) with community leaders, discussing staffing of the clinic.

It's ALWAYS fun to watch people work :P

At the same time, another crew worked on roofing the garage:

Beautiful! And cool in this heat. AND, if you ever run out of tin foil,

you know where to go grab a piece.

Somewhere amid roofing projects, there was some helping to dish up food during lunchtime at the mission school




Handing out soccer of balls...yay!

A few games with short termers:

Much needed orphan home painting took place with the ladies (and helpers):

You can't help but love little helpers.

Joao, caught by surprise, watching as inside his home turns bright with white paint.

Craft/activity/lesson time with the orphans:

Keren’s uncle and cousin arrived as well this week and soon got to work. Rick (her uncle, not the other Rick here :P) had barely arrived before being called on to tackle repairing a small generator.


Then there were all those mission vehicles at various stages of disrepair...

The old Isuzu is definitely a faith (+hard work) project!

She sort of got gutted.

After some TLC by these guys, the doors were soon opening and shutting, automatic locks were working, and the windows were working again! (Rick is also an author and blogger so click here to check his sites out.)

Below: This week Mateus (a student who is blind) received a talking watch so he could keep track of time. Matthew and Carey took some time teaching him how to use it and teaching him his numbers in English!

Thus wraps up a week of mountain moving. Phew! Thanks everyone--both big and small--for believing, grabbing a tool, digging, and of course, loving.

PS: The team flies back to South Africa on Sunday and will take Bero with them. His surgery is booked for Wednesday.

PPS: Thanks Barb, Rick and Carey for most of the photos on here!

Brace Yourself

It’s been quite the week and I have LOTS of photos to show for it, thanks to a cooperative effort by all the budding photographers around here (Carey, Heather, Matthew, and others)

I’ll start off with this photo of supper at our place

with Ron and Barb Wayner (left) who are just back from the U.S. and ready to continue work on the house



plus the air strip, hangar and other buildings and infrastructure at the mission. They’re currently staying at our old place, which is pretty bare, so it’s quasi camp-style living. We’re doing what we can to help them get settled and they help us remember to laugh. ☺

Others in dinner table photo: Jeff (far end of table) who is here to help them prepare for a visiting team (due to arrive on Monday); Andy, who just arrived this week from Switzerland; and Joao (beside Dwight) a sponsored university student who is just finishing up another volunteer term with us.

Below: Carey, Joao and Jeff at the campsite which is getting fuller by the day


We had to deal with a few urgent situations this week. One was an evening call from the mission’s sponsored kids who are boarding at and attending Chitundo school. Apparently, there were a few thugs in the community trying to abduct children (link). The community and the kids were terrified so we sent the mission’s guards to spend the night there to help bring a sense of security and calm.

One of the perpetrators was caught although a lynch mob had already formed by the time the police arrived.

After that incident, we had another call from Chitundo saying that one of the sponsored students was very ill. Carey and Keren took him to Vanduzi Hospital and while they were there, an angry mob came screaming past the vehicle pursuing yet another of the same group of child abductors. This problem has existed for quite awhile, but it has intensified recently.

Meanwhile, back home “at the ranch” (it was a crazy week so my chronology may be a bit off…)

A new, big and much more capable generator was finally hooked up and the old, tired one (foreground) will be used for back-up and weekends when the load is light.

Work on existing projects carried on. Here's Gabriel, busy in the woodshop.

Progress was also made on the structure for wood storage for the training centre.

And the training center’s water tank got installed, yay! This will make it MUCH easier to do construction there rather than haul a smallish tank, which is what we have been doing. We don’t have big machines for big jobs here so it’s all grunt work.

(Ok everybody, just roll the tank up the ladder :P)

Jeff, Dave and Charles

Out in the field, holdin' 'er steady.

Hooking up a portable generator to the borehole to fill the tank.

We also heard that one of the elderly widows in our Mercy Ministry program has not been coping well recently. She is quite debilitated from years of leprosy and although she manages fairly well on her own, she has the occasional fall. Since her last fall, she's had a very sore hip. When I mentioned going to hospital to her she flatly refused and said she’d be better off right where she is: at home.

Here, Simon (Socorrista/preschool teacher) talks to her.

Problem is, the only way she can get around is by shuffling along the ground using her hands (specifically to use the latrine). She has help by some very supportive neighbors and family for her activities of daily living, but we clearly had to invent some sort of “en suite” bathroom facility. So that became Friday’s project for our head bricklayer.

Peter and Dwight make a plan.

Somewhere, amid the week’s emergency calls, home visits and other work, a few snakes came by. Too close by for comfort, according to the litchi orchard workers who are particularly vulnerable since birds and frogs love the orchard and snakes LOVE hunting birds and frogs. And there is no antivenin nearby.

Orchard Snake Hunter (left), Helper (right), with a (dead) spitting cobra

Obviously this snake became a very popular photo subject :)

"Hi Mom"

Then there was the puff adder:

A puff adder packs a nasty bite but I still think they’re beautiful.

Keren had her hands full not only of snake, but with a few challenges of her own. She’s working on legal paperwork like her visa and passport renewal—never easy when you live at the end of the world far from major centres and with only a select few spots within cell phone range. Here she had to sit under the trees and write notes in the dirt while talking to the Canadian Consulate in Maputo.

"Nobody walk here...k?"

Challenges aside, she’s pretty excited about her family who are due to arrive next week.

Then, the orphans in our program came out for a fun time this Friday with Rick, Heather and others who joined and participated.

Rick’s parents have been here visiting since last week too. Here they have a chance to do what they do so well even back in Canada…love kids!

No photo for this development, but Bero is now booked for his first burn contracture surgery on February 24th in South Africa. What a big step for him!

And that I believe wraps up the bulk of this enormous post. Oh, hold on, bugs! Can’t forget the bugs! A bat too.

This guy decided our closet was a great place to sleep for the night. Uh, no mister!

Dragon Fly (not sure the red abd and blue outline show up very well here)

And this beetle is about the prettiest I've ever seen. This green on his ?head was like an iridescent green marble. Actually, it looks like an eye :)

His back is just as intriguing:

(Yep, just for you Royden)

With that, all we who have had a hectic week here at the mission in the Moz bush, do bid you a restful weekend. Hopefully we’ll have one too!

Inspired

It’s been an inspiring kind of week. Not the fluffy, ethereal, feel-goody kind where you go “Woot!!” though. No, this week had its difficult moments where things that happened challenged my resolve to an extent. The funny part about difficulty is--it’s actually good for us. Unlike “good times” (sorry to say), it certainly makes me plumb the depths within myself for resources I don’t normally realize I have. It also opens the opportunity for others to get involved and yes, plumb their own depths as well. And this is what draws people together and what draws us closer to God. And that, to me, is the inspiring part.


I think I mentioned about Paulo last week and how he needed medical attention. Here's his depiction of his clinic stay:

Photo with clinic staff

He was discharged on Monday—on IV meds and deep wound irrigations no less! This is not normally the sort of thing we try to tackle on a grass mat in a village home. This, however, was an unusual circumstance and so far we’ve managed it all quite well.

Our “sterile field” is very small indeed.

We have a good stock of supplies though, thanks to compassionate individuals and visiting nursing teams. So to all those who have given gifts of medical supplies over the years: THANK YOU! Although Paulo is much better compared to last week and is even back in school again, he likely needs one more visit to the Dr.

There were a few other critical illnesses this week as well, like a school child with high fever who was unable to walk. This time of year is notorious for such things it seems. A few #1A meds later and thankfully most everyone seems to be on the mend.

I was sitting on our quiet veranda the other night, feeling tired after a particularly busy day, and checking emails when an old best friend of mine, Sirley, popped up on msn to chat. She’s in Brazil and I’m in Africa but the work we do is somewhat similar. She and her family live in and run an orphanage with 18 children, some with special challenges like autism and cerebral palsy. The family doesn’t lead much of a separate life from the orphan kids; they are more like one very large family.

Sirley (far right) and her family

Apparently, last week two new babies had been brought to them—one chubby one and one very malnourished. My parents ran an orphanage for years so I know what a rewarding but demanding job it is, even if you live in a separate home. This family doesn’t though. They take in needy children with open arms, share and share alike, and hold nothing back. Every time I visit her I’m challenged because I’m pretty sure I couldn’t do near what she does. “Do the babies sleep at night?” I asked, guessing she must have a helper who takes charge of the babies for the night. “No,” she said, “I sleep with them.” “How exactly do you manage all this??” I asked, concerned. “By God’s grace.” She replied.

Wow. Suddenly my week didn’t feel so bad. In fact, it felt like peanuts (almost). I was energized and inspired. ☺

Thank you, my friend.

In closing, yesterday we held our mission’s annual general meeting. Lots of good reports given and a good lunch followed. That was inspiring too…the fluffy, feel-goody kind.


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