By: Cindy
Well, after several weeks of unforeseen delay (“Island time” strikes again), I FINALLY had my first Sunday morning Bible class for young girls ages 13 on up. I think I’ve had my lesson prepared for about two months! So, needless to say, I was happy that I was finally able to present it.
I’ve decided to take the girls on a study of the Proverbs and focus on some practical things they can do in their everyday life. This introductory class focused on the importance of thinking about what they really want out of life and how their decisions now will directly impact those goals.
We read from Proverbs 3:1-8 and then I made a lesson application about the life of a young girl. I talked about how every day we are presented with decisions and we have two choices – to follow our own wants and desires or to think about what God would have us do. In my application of this fictional girl I touched on what her choices are regarding attending church with her parents, what she might do if a friend offered her a beer, what she might do if she meets a boy she really likes and how she ought to conduct herself within that relationship before they are married. It really hit home when I showed how she finds herself pregnant and, as is all to common in Vanuatu, the daddy “runs away”, leaving her with a baby and no help or support…and then he goes and finds himself another girl. It was amazing (and sad) how the girls in my class reacted to this…they have all seen this within their own family and friends, probably more than once. Once I brought up the subject they all started whispering names to each other. (In Port Vila hospital, statistics show that 3 out of 4 babies are born to young women with no “man”.) Anyway, I tried to just show them how their decisions now can affect their lives in the future. I urged them to think about how long they want to go to school (in Vanuatu it is up to the individual student), what work they might want to do as an adult, and what kind of man they want to marry. I hope it made an impact and I look forward to my class this coming Sunday on choosing your friends wisely.
Side Notes
We are FREEZING here in Tanna…okay, it may not be sub-zero weather, but 60 degrees with high humidity feels pretty chilly on our skin. In the day we are wearing long pants, jackets and socks. And at night we pile on the clothes and burrow under our wool blankets and quilts for warmth! It’s the last week of June and the locals are saying, “If you think this is cold, just wait until July”!
If there is any congregation looking for a benevolence project, the women here could really use some used undergarments. Two years ago a congregation in the States gathered up and donated three boxes of used women’s bras and underwear and it was a major hit with the locals. Most people’s undergarments are threadbare and filled with holes, but as long as they will hold together, they keep wearing them. People wear things here LONG after you and I would toss them in the trash. If anyone is interested in donating undergarments they no longer wear, this is a real need. FYI - Married women in Tanna do not wear bras, only teenage girls do (they really like sports bras). Tank tops, however, are popular with many women. And underwear is needed by women of all ages and sizes. So, that is the need. Do with it what you will. :o) Have a great week!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Weekend in Yatekun (Yah-te-koon)
By: Cindy
This is a long blog entry…but, worth the time in reading it. Give it 10 minutes and I promise you will be encouraged by the story of our weekend with this amazing group of people. You might even laugh some too!
Wow. What a weekend. Unlike any other we have ever experienced in our lives. Aaron described it as a “jaw-dropping” weekend. Jaw-dropping on the part of the local people as they received a message of Christ and His church that they had never heard before. Jaw-dropping for us as we witnessed a hunger and thirst for the truth of the Word like we have never seen before.
On Sunday of last week Aaron sent a text to Tom, who he has been studying with for some time. You might recognize him as “Thomas” who walks four hours each Friday to Lenakel town to study with Aaron. Come to find out that “Thomas” is really named Tom and in true Vanuatu style just never bothered to correct Aaron regarding his name. I can’t tell you how many times that has happened to us – and we might bother to feel stupid for calling someone by the wrong name for so long, however, if they are too embarrassed to correct us then so be it. Oh my Vanuatu!
Anyway, Aaron sent the text to Tom on Sunday and Tom received it on Tuesday. How did he receive it? By turning on his phone? No...that would be too easy. Tom doesn’t get service at his home in Yaetukun so in order to get cell phone service he has to either walk two hours to get it or climb a large breadfruit tree right outside his house. You can guess which one is more convenient. Although, climbing a breadfruit tree is no easy task, I can imagine!
At any rate, we met Tom in town on Friday morning and he showed us the way to his village. In addition to our family of four, we also had Abu Yata and Miswel accompanying us on the trip (as they have the benefit of speaking the local language), and another man, Sam, who is not a Christian yet, but has been studying with us for several months. Along the way, we stopped to spend some time at the most beautiful black sand beach I have ever seen! The grains of sand were soft, fine, rich black in color and glittered in the sun like someone had cast thousands of tiny diamonds in among them. Breathtaking! The girls played in the ocean and the sand while the rest of us watched. Aaron and Tom went through their regular Friday Bible study. Then, we hit the road again for Yaetukun arriving in the afternoon. We spent the rest of Friday afternoon meeting various members of Tom’s family and just relaxing and getting to know them. Tom is married to a woman named Margaret and they have 3 girls with a baby on the way…hoping for a boy, of course!
On the “property” where Tom lives is his house, two outdoor kitchens (a large and small), an outhouse, a small bamboo-walled church building and a small open-air “dining” house (for lack of a better description). I’m pretty sure we are the only people that have ever “dined” there, though.
Tom and Margaret’s house is a good size with a hard-packed dirt floor in the entryway and then elevated bamboo flooring in the four small rooms and a tin roof. Aaron and I and the girls slept in one of the rooms (Aaron, Melia and I sharing our mattress with Kaela on a small pad next to us). Our beds took up the entirety of the space, if that helps to imagine the size of the room. Abu Iata slept in the smaller room next to us. Misuel and Sam slept in the room across from us, and the fourth room was an interesting conglomeration of wadded up clothing, bags, household goods and a guitar. Tom and his family slept in the smaller of the outdoor kitchens (which is not uncommon when people have family visiting – for people to sleep in the kitchen).
We ate our meals in the “dining” house each day and though I tried several times to get Margaret to serve the men first and then the rest of us, she insisted on serving our family first – at the table. I tried to get her to let me eat in the kitchen with a couple of the women, but she would have nothing of it. (Sigh). I dislike being set apart like that. But, it is the Vanuatu way and there isn’t much you can do about it. Next time, though (I’m already plotting and planning!), I will tell her that I am no longer a guest because I have been there before and hopefully, she will give in let me wait to eat with the women!
Each afternoon we walked about 20 minutes to a river for our baths. The water was an ice-cold shock to the system, especially since we never made it there until the sun was starting to go down. This time of year, once the sun starts setting the temperature drops – not that it is cold, but the cooler temps combined with the icy water….and brrrr!!!!! Melia bawled every time because she didn’t want to get washed with cold water. Kaela shivered along with all the other kids and had a grand time swimming in the shallow pool among the rocks. In case I forget to say it later, Kaela and Melia both did wonderfully on this trip! They played and explored right along with the local children only a couple hours after meeting them. We were very proud of how well they did adjusting to things being different.
I had a Bible study with the women on Saturday afternoon directly after lunch. I taught on Mary and Martha and the importance of taking time for what is truly important. I also took that opportunity to encourage the women to attend all of the studies over the weekend. One of the women asked for advice on raising children. I answered it, directing them to several scriptures that might give them some guidance. But, when I finished, I still felt like I had short-changed them! There is just no good way to cover that topic in a matter of ten minutes! My time was about up because Aaron really needed to get started on his next study. Afterwards, I kept thinking, “Oh! I should have said that!” And “Oh! I forgot to mention this”. Oh well. The funny thing about the little church building is that the pulpit is built up on this mound of dirt that looks exactly like a freshly filled grave. It struck me as kind of funny for some reason…
It wasn’t long after arriving that nature called and so I trekked my way to the outhouse. I’ve been in many an outhouse in Vanuatu, but I have to say this one ranks at the very bottom of the list. It may technically be a “long drop” toilet, but let me tell you the “drop” is NOT long enough! Not even two layers of clothing could stifle the stench coming up from that hole in the ground. Wow. Not only that, but the “walls” left much to be desired. Three of the walls were made of dried coconut branches lined up next to each other. Only they weren’t layered very well and there were large gaps between the leaves. The fourth wall was made of corrugated steel that was so rusted that there were 4-5 inch holes in it in places. The whole experience left me feeling as though someone was going to get the surprise of their life if ever they got close enough while I was in it. Gaps in the outhouse walls may not be a big problem if you are blessed to have the color of skin that blends in with the outdoor surroundings. However, it becomes a big problem when you feel like your snowy white backside is shining like a beacon for all to see! Those two problems combined and I couldn’t get out of there fast enough!
At Tom’s house there was also this pig that was always meandering around looking for food to eat. Only it had a problem, two problems, really. It didn’t oink normal. Its noise was more like a, “Grunt-grunt-grunt-squeak! Grunt-grunt-grunt-squeak!” It was the funniest thing to hear. And then, it often had breathing problems and chose the most inopportune moments to have an attack. This is the first time Aaron’s preaching has ever been interrupted by a hyperventilating pig!
The reason there is a church building on Tom’s property is because he is the preacher for a small congregation that is part of a church called “The Upper Room”. Essentially, a man from Vanuatu came and taught Tom and his extended family and persuaded them to join this church. And then left them with promises to send building supplies and come for more training. To no avail. So, for a couple of years now Tom has felt a dissatisfaction with this man and the church that he has been a part of. Last year in April when the campaign group came, Aaron and Mike Green (from the USA) both preached at the market in Lenakel. Margaret heard the preaching and told Tom to get Aaron’s number and get him to come teach him. To make a long story short, after going back to Port Vila, our furlough to the USA, coming back to Port Vila and moving to Tanna, Aaron was finally able to make good on his promise to teach Tom. So, they have been studying since our arrival in Tanna. Tom has proved to be a dedicated student of the Word and has taken the outlines that Aaron taught him each week and preached them each Sunday to the Upper Room congregation. And the congregation noticed. He told us that several people asked him about his sermons because they noticed a difference in what he was preaching – that there was meat to his sermons and not just the spiritual fluff that is so common here in Vanuatu. Now, after six months, at Tom’s invitation we made our first trip to Iaekutun.
Each day was amazing. The members of the congregation, all Tom’s extended family, were interested and excited about the things they were hearing. Aaron taught on Saturday morning and afternoon, and twice again on Sunday. Each time the study sessions lasted for 2-3 hours. What was jaw-dropping for us was to see how much these people were yearning to hear the truth. And they weren’t satisfied with just a little bit – they wanted it all! Several times Aaron tried to wrap up his studies after about an hour and a half, thinking that the people might need a break. And each time they continued to ask questions. Finally on Saturday afternoon, Tom’s brother, Antwan, said something that brought tears to my eyes. Aaron suggested, after two hours of studying, that they might want to take a break. But, Antwan spoke up and said, “No, we don’t want to stop. This is our chance. I don’t know about tomorrow, what will happen. But, you are here now. This is a good study. The answers are clear and we want to know more. This is our chance.” Never before have I heard someone request to continue on in their studying when they could have taken a break. And let me tell you those backless log benches were a FAR cry from padded pews! Those people saw something precious that they had never heard before. Most of them have been part of at least three different denominations in the past, but they saw something different in what Aaron was teaching them. They saw the truth in its purest form. It wasn’t just someone up there telling them what to believe and what to do. It was someone showing them from the Word what is right and true and giving them the choice to accept it or not. It is amazing when you see the Word doing its work right before your very eyes – what a powerful thing!
We left them Monday morning with a promise and plans to return in early August. The men of the congregation have made a decision to change their worship practices after seeing the pattern of worship that the New Testament church held to. They expressed a desire to leave behind the things they have done in the past and begin to take hold of what is before them. That will take some time. They weren’t ready to be baptized into Christ yet, although the invitation was extended to them. But, we are confident that in the very near future they will be ready to take that most important soul-saving step, as well.
Please pray for the people and our work in Yaetukun!
This is a long blog entry…but, worth the time in reading it. Give it 10 minutes and I promise you will be encouraged by the story of our weekend with this amazing group of people. You might even laugh some too!
Wow. What a weekend. Unlike any other we have ever experienced in our lives. Aaron described it as a “jaw-dropping” weekend. Jaw-dropping on the part of the local people as they received a message of Christ and His church that they had never heard before. Jaw-dropping for us as we witnessed a hunger and thirst for the truth of the Word like we have never seen before.
On Sunday of last week Aaron sent a text to Tom, who he has been studying with for some time. You might recognize him as “Thomas” who walks four hours each Friday to Lenakel town to study with Aaron. Come to find out that “Thomas” is really named Tom and in true Vanuatu style just never bothered to correct Aaron regarding his name. I can’t tell you how many times that has happened to us – and we might bother to feel stupid for calling someone by the wrong name for so long, however, if they are too embarrassed to correct us then so be it. Oh my Vanuatu!
Anyway, Aaron sent the text to Tom on Sunday and Tom received it on Tuesday. How did he receive it? By turning on his phone? No...that would be too easy. Tom doesn’t get service at his home in Yaetukun so in order to get cell phone service he has to either walk two hours to get it or climb a large breadfruit tree right outside his house. You can guess which one is more convenient. Although, climbing a breadfruit tree is no easy task, I can imagine!
At any rate, we met Tom in town on Friday morning and he showed us the way to his village. In addition to our family of four, we also had Abu Yata and Miswel accompanying us on the trip (as they have the benefit of speaking the local language), and another man, Sam, who is not a Christian yet, but has been studying with us for several months. Along the way, we stopped to spend some time at the most beautiful black sand beach I have ever seen! The grains of sand were soft, fine, rich black in color and glittered in the sun like someone had cast thousands of tiny diamonds in among them. Breathtaking! The girls played in the ocean and the sand while the rest of us watched. Aaron and Tom went through their regular Friday Bible study. Then, we hit the road again for Yaetukun arriving in the afternoon. We spent the rest of Friday afternoon meeting various members of Tom’s family and just relaxing and getting to know them. Tom is married to a woman named Margaret and they have 3 girls with a baby on the way…hoping for a boy, of course!
On the “property” where Tom lives is his house, two outdoor kitchens (a large and small), an outhouse, a small bamboo-walled church building and a small open-air “dining” house (for lack of a better description). I’m pretty sure we are the only people that have ever “dined” there, though.
Tom and Margaret’s house is a good size with a hard-packed dirt floor in the entryway and then elevated bamboo flooring in the four small rooms and a tin roof. Aaron and I and the girls slept in one of the rooms (Aaron, Melia and I sharing our mattress with Kaela on a small pad next to us). Our beds took up the entirety of the space, if that helps to imagine the size of the room. Abu Iata slept in the smaller room next to us. Misuel and Sam slept in the room across from us, and the fourth room was an interesting conglomeration of wadded up clothing, bags, household goods and a guitar. Tom and his family slept in the smaller of the outdoor kitchens (which is not uncommon when people have family visiting – for people to sleep in the kitchen).
We ate our meals in the “dining” house each day and though I tried several times to get Margaret to serve the men first and then the rest of us, she insisted on serving our family first – at the table. I tried to get her to let me eat in the kitchen with a couple of the women, but she would have nothing of it. (Sigh). I dislike being set apart like that. But, it is the Vanuatu way and there isn’t much you can do about it. Next time, though (I’m already plotting and planning!), I will tell her that I am no longer a guest because I have been there before and hopefully, she will give in let me wait to eat with the women!
Each afternoon we walked about 20 minutes to a river for our baths. The water was an ice-cold shock to the system, especially since we never made it there until the sun was starting to go down. This time of year, once the sun starts setting the temperature drops – not that it is cold, but the cooler temps combined with the icy water….and brrrr!!!!! Melia bawled every time because she didn’t want to get washed with cold water. Kaela shivered along with all the other kids and had a grand time swimming in the shallow pool among the rocks. In case I forget to say it later, Kaela and Melia both did wonderfully on this trip! They played and explored right along with the local children only a couple hours after meeting them. We were very proud of how well they did adjusting to things being different.
I had a Bible study with the women on Saturday afternoon directly after lunch. I taught on Mary and Martha and the importance of taking time for what is truly important. I also took that opportunity to encourage the women to attend all of the studies over the weekend. One of the women asked for advice on raising children. I answered it, directing them to several scriptures that might give them some guidance. But, when I finished, I still felt like I had short-changed them! There is just no good way to cover that topic in a matter of ten minutes! My time was about up because Aaron really needed to get started on his next study. Afterwards, I kept thinking, “Oh! I should have said that!” And “Oh! I forgot to mention this”. Oh well. The funny thing about the little church building is that the pulpit is built up on this mound of dirt that looks exactly like a freshly filled grave. It struck me as kind of funny for some reason…
It wasn’t long after arriving that nature called and so I trekked my way to the outhouse. I’ve been in many an outhouse in Vanuatu, but I have to say this one ranks at the very bottom of the list. It may technically be a “long drop” toilet, but let me tell you the “drop” is NOT long enough! Not even two layers of clothing could stifle the stench coming up from that hole in the ground. Wow. Not only that, but the “walls” left much to be desired. Three of the walls were made of dried coconut branches lined up next to each other. Only they weren’t layered very well and there were large gaps between the leaves. The fourth wall was made of corrugated steel that was so rusted that there were 4-5 inch holes in it in places. The whole experience left me feeling as though someone was going to get the surprise of their life if ever they got close enough while I was in it. Gaps in the outhouse walls may not be a big problem if you are blessed to have the color of skin that blends in with the outdoor surroundings. However, it becomes a big problem when you feel like your snowy white backside is shining like a beacon for all to see! Those two problems combined and I couldn’t get out of there fast enough!
At Tom’s house there was also this pig that was always meandering around looking for food to eat. Only it had a problem, two problems, really. It didn’t oink normal. Its noise was more like a, “Grunt-grunt-grunt-squeak! Grunt-grunt-grunt-squeak!” It was the funniest thing to hear. And then, it often had breathing problems and chose the most inopportune moments to have an attack. This is the first time Aaron’s preaching has ever been interrupted by a hyperventilating pig!
The reason there is a church building on Tom’s property is because he is the preacher for a small congregation that is part of a church called “The Upper Room”. Essentially, a man from Vanuatu came and taught Tom and his extended family and persuaded them to join this church. And then left them with promises to send building supplies and come for more training. To no avail. So, for a couple of years now Tom has felt a dissatisfaction with this man and the church that he has been a part of. Last year in April when the campaign group came, Aaron and Mike Green (from the USA) both preached at the market in Lenakel. Margaret heard the preaching and told Tom to get Aaron’s number and get him to come teach him. To make a long story short, after going back to Port Vila, our furlough to the USA, coming back to Port Vila and moving to Tanna, Aaron was finally able to make good on his promise to teach Tom. So, they have been studying since our arrival in Tanna. Tom has proved to be a dedicated student of the Word and has taken the outlines that Aaron taught him each week and preached them each Sunday to the Upper Room congregation. And the congregation noticed. He told us that several people asked him about his sermons because they noticed a difference in what he was preaching – that there was meat to his sermons and not just the spiritual fluff that is so common here in Vanuatu. Now, after six months, at Tom’s invitation we made our first trip to Iaekutun.
Each day was amazing. The members of the congregation, all Tom’s extended family, were interested and excited about the things they were hearing. Aaron taught on Saturday morning and afternoon, and twice again on Sunday. Each time the study sessions lasted for 2-3 hours. What was jaw-dropping for us was to see how much these people were yearning to hear the truth. And they weren’t satisfied with just a little bit – they wanted it all! Several times Aaron tried to wrap up his studies after about an hour and a half, thinking that the people might need a break. And each time they continued to ask questions. Finally on Saturday afternoon, Tom’s brother, Antwan, said something that brought tears to my eyes. Aaron suggested, after two hours of studying, that they might want to take a break. But, Antwan spoke up and said, “No, we don’t want to stop. This is our chance. I don’t know about tomorrow, what will happen. But, you are here now. This is a good study. The answers are clear and we want to know more. This is our chance.” Never before have I heard someone request to continue on in their studying when they could have taken a break. And let me tell you those backless log benches were a FAR cry from padded pews! Those people saw something precious that they had never heard before. Most of them have been part of at least three different denominations in the past, but they saw something different in what Aaron was teaching them. They saw the truth in its purest form. It wasn’t just someone up there telling them what to believe and what to do. It was someone showing them from the Word what is right and true and giving them the choice to accept it or not. It is amazing when you see the Word doing its work right before your very eyes – what a powerful thing!
We left them Monday morning with a promise and plans to return in early August. The men of the congregation have made a decision to change their worship practices after seeing the pattern of worship that the New Testament church held to. They expressed a desire to leave behind the things they have done in the past and begin to take hold of what is before them. That will take some time. They weren’t ready to be baptized into Christ yet, although the invitation was extended to them. But, we are confident that in the very near future they will be ready to take that most important soul-saving step, as well.
Please pray for the people and our work in Yaetukun!
Friday, June 17, 2011
Life has Suddenly Become Hectic
By: Cindy
After our initial first week of getting back into the swing of things, life has, in the last two weeks, become a whirlwind of activity! How did that happen? Well, the way it always does…one obligation at a time. But, we are happy with all of the busyness and know/hope it will result in growth of the Lord’s church on Tanna.
This is our weekly schedule as of now:
Sunday
Aaron: Kids a.m. Bible class
Cindy: Young Girls (13 and up) a.m. Bible class
Worship (alternating weeks in Lorakau and Loun villages)
PM – Book of James small group Bible study at our house with Harry, Tess, Iata and Mariana
Monday
Family town day – supplies, business, time together, etc.
PM - Cindy’s cooking class (1 student taking the Home Ec program)
Tuesday
Aaron: RTC Morning Devotional, RTC Teaching - Bible
Cindy: Homeschooling Kaela and Melia
PM – Book of Matthew video/Bible study in Loun Village
Wednesday
Aaron: RTC Morning Devotional, RTC Teaching - English
Cindy: Homeschooling Kaela and Melia
PM – Book of James small group Bible study at our house (same group as Sunday)
Thursday
Aaron: RTC Morning Devotional, RTC Teaching - Bible
Cindy: Homeschooling Kaela and Melia
PM – Bible study (conversion studies) in Loun Village
Friday
Aaron: RTC Morning Devotional, RTC Teaching - English
Cindy: Homeschooling Kaela and Melia
Aaron goes to town to take care of business and get supplies
Saturday
PM – Book of Matthew video/Bible study in Lorakau Village
Our mornings are filled with teaching school of various kinds (RTC, preschool, 2nd grade). Our afternoons are filled with household chores, bath times, cooking, lesson preparation and working on my next book. Our evenings are filled with Bible studies. The days are flying by and we aren’t quite sure where they are going. But, we are together, as a family for almost every one of our evening activities/studies. That is a blessing and makes all the difference – that we can do it all together. Aaron and I feel like we are working together in doing the Lord’s work and we are showing our girls what it means to take an active part in teaching the lost and strengthening our family in Christ. So, on we go!
After our initial first week of getting back into the swing of things, life has, in the last two weeks, become a whirlwind of activity! How did that happen? Well, the way it always does…one obligation at a time. But, we are happy with all of the busyness and know/hope it will result in growth of the Lord’s church on Tanna.
This is our weekly schedule as of now:
Sunday
Aaron: Kids a.m. Bible class
Cindy: Young Girls (13 and up) a.m. Bible class
Worship (alternating weeks in Lorakau and Loun villages)
PM – Book of James small group Bible study at our house with Harry, Tess, Iata and Mariana
Monday
Family town day – supplies, business, time together, etc.
PM - Cindy’s cooking class (1 student taking the Home Ec program)
Tuesday
Aaron: RTC Morning Devotional, RTC Teaching - Bible
Cindy: Homeschooling Kaela and Melia
PM – Book of Matthew video/Bible study in Loun Village
Wednesday
Aaron: RTC Morning Devotional, RTC Teaching - English
Cindy: Homeschooling Kaela and Melia
PM – Book of James small group Bible study at our house (same group as Sunday)
Thursday
Aaron: RTC Morning Devotional, RTC Teaching - Bible
Cindy: Homeschooling Kaela and Melia
PM – Bible study (conversion studies) in Loun Village
Friday
Aaron: RTC Morning Devotional, RTC Teaching - English
Cindy: Homeschooling Kaela and Melia
Aaron goes to town to take care of business and get supplies
Saturday
PM – Book of Matthew video/Bible study in Lorakau Village
Our mornings are filled with teaching school of various kinds (RTC, preschool, 2nd grade). Our afternoons are filled with household chores, bath times, cooking, lesson preparation and working on my next book. Our evenings are filled with Bible studies. The days are flying by and we aren’t quite sure where they are going. But, we are together, as a family for almost every one of our evening activities/studies. That is a blessing and makes all the difference – that we can do it all together. Aaron and I feel like we are working together in doing the Lord’s work and we are showing our girls what it means to take an active part in teaching the lost and strengthening our family in Christ. So, on we go!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Impressions
By: Aaron
Our family returned to Tanna on May 30th, as I’m sure you’ve already gathered by reading Cindy’s posts. I would just like to offer one or two impressions I’ve gathered from our return.
Flowers on the Table
A lady, named Lina, from Loun village has been coming to our house each week while we were in Vila to dust, sweep and chase the spiders out of the house. Coming back to the house, we found a jar full of flowers freshly adorning our dinner table in the front room of our house. Though we didn’t even ask Lina to do this, she did it out of the kindness of her heart. What a wonderfully welcome sight for us to behold as we entered our door. Thank you, Lina!
Rain
Our month in Vila was fast paced and hectic as we raced around to visit Christians, run errands, buy supplies, etc. Each night we were wiped out and ready for bed. If it rained at night, we barely even noticed. In Tanna, however, you notice when it rains. I mean, with streams of water cascading INSIDE the house, it’s hard NOT to notice. I was rather impressed with the power and frequency of rain since our return to Tanna. In fact, at one point I counted 15 bowls we had strategically placed around the house to catch drips, drizzles and downpours when it rains.
Bible
I had packed away my Bislama Bible inside our ice chest to keep it from getting soggy if the roof happened to leak exactly over my Bible. While the Bible was dry, it was, however, moldy on all sides. After a fit of sneezing from the dust and mold, the Bible was cleaned and back to usable condition. What an experience! I mean, how often in the States do you get to de-mold your Bible when you leave for a month.
Packing
When we went to Vila for a month, we spent quite a while packing books and anything else that could be damaged by water or eaten by cockroaches or rats into boxes, bags and ice chests. The result was that upon our return, our stuff was safe. The only problem was that now all our stuff was a jumbled mess. In fact, it took longer to unpack all our stuff and remember where everything went, than it did to pack it all away in boxes. Not to worry, we now have all our stuff unpacked and in usable condition, even if we cannot yet remember where it is supposed to go. All in due time…
Our family returned to Tanna on May 30th, as I’m sure you’ve already gathered by reading Cindy’s posts. I would just like to offer one or two impressions I’ve gathered from our return.
Flowers on the Table
A lady, named Lina, from Loun village has been coming to our house each week while we were in Vila to dust, sweep and chase the spiders out of the house. Coming back to the house, we found a jar full of flowers freshly adorning our dinner table in the front room of our house. Though we didn’t even ask Lina to do this, she did it out of the kindness of her heart. What a wonderfully welcome sight for us to behold as we entered our door. Thank you, Lina!
Rain
Our month in Vila was fast paced and hectic as we raced around to visit Christians, run errands, buy supplies, etc. Each night we were wiped out and ready for bed. If it rained at night, we barely even noticed. In Tanna, however, you notice when it rains. I mean, with streams of water cascading INSIDE the house, it’s hard NOT to notice. I was rather impressed with the power and frequency of rain since our return to Tanna. In fact, at one point I counted 15 bowls we had strategically placed around the house to catch drips, drizzles and downpours when it rains.
Bible
I had packed away my Bislama Bible inside our ice chest to keep it from getting soggy if the roof happened to leak exactly over my Bible. While the Bible was dry, it was, however, moldy on all sides. After a fit of sneezing from the dust and mold, the Bible was cleaned and back to usable condition. What an experience! I mean, how often in the States do you get to de-mold your Bible when you leave for a month.
Packing
When we went to Vila for a month, we spent quite a while packing books and anything else that could be damaged by water or eaten by cockroaches or rats into boxes, bags and ice chests. The result was that upon our return, our stuff was safe. The only problem was that now all our stuff was a jumbled mess. In fact, it took longer to unpack all our stuff and remember where everything went, than it did to pack it all away in boxes. Not to worry, we now have all our stuff unpacked and in usable condition, even if we cannot yet remember where it is supposed to go. All in due time…
I found myself carrying a chicken…
By: Cindy
Anyone that knows me well knows that I abhore birds of all kinds. Big or small, colorful or ugly, chickens or parrots. There is just something about those feather-clad creatures that scares the bejeebers out of me. They are welcome to toodle around the yard or in the trees all they want. But, please, oh, please do not come close to me! Unfortunately, today was apparently the day that I was supposed to face my fears.
It all started out innocent enough. We were scheduled to have our first Lorakau women’s Bible study at about 1pm. However, Tess came by the house to say that they just found out that an Abu (older man of the village) was in Port Vila having emergency bladder surgery (to my understanding) and was at the hospital in poor condition. Due to that occurance, the village family gathered together to make laplap and other local foods for the afternoon meal together. Therefore, the women asked to postpone our study until next week. I was disappointed, but I understood. These family gatherings, especially at times like this, are important to the family of the sick. Instead of the women coming to our house to study, I decided to follow Tess to the house where they were meeting and offered to say a prayer on behalf of the sick Abu. I also took along with me Kaela, and a sack full of susut, rice, and taro root to offer for my “sorry”.
The beginning of this visit went as expected. The women all chattered back and forth in Tanna language (while I had no clue what they were saying) then, asked me to say the prayer. After offering the prayer for the Abu, it happened that word came from Vila saying that he had woke up from the anesthesia and was doing much better (to which we were all thankful)!
Not long after, the Abu-man’s wife came over. I do not know her actual name since they all just referred to her as Abu (which is also a term used for an older woman). Anyway, she brought me a chicken. Oh joy. Not that I wasn’t thankful for her “thank you for coming” gift – but, I KNEW I was going to have to somehow get the bird back home. And in the back of my mind I was hoping I could just pawn the task off onto my six-year-old. I secretly wanted Kaela to beg to carry the tied up chicken home, in which case I would “reluctantly” agree. But, no such luck. Kaela wanted no part of it and I was trying my best not to look like the wimpy white woman in front of all these no-nonsense Ni-Van women. So, I psyched myself up and gave the chicken a tentative touch on the back and for the first time ever dared to touch the feet. They weren’t as bad as I had imagined…kind of wrinkly and smooth, but still gross. Chicken feet are just gross.
It wasn’t much longer and Tess was ready to leave which meant I had to make my departure as well. And with Tess having a baby and toddler in tow I couldn’t exactly expect her to carry the chicken home for me…as it turns out she was only going part of the way back anyway. It was all up to me – heaven help me! And, so, much to my dismay I found myself carrying a chicken upside down by its legs and hoping against all hope that it would dangle there perfectly still until I could get home. Which it did. Thank goodness!!! However, once I got home, I neglected to take notice of the dog nearby. Woops. The dog saw the chicken dangling there and immediatley headed over to us for a sniff. It was at that point that the chicken was through with dangling there and started squawking and twisting this way and that, flapping its wings (my nightmare!). And what did I do? Did I lay the chicken down gently or pass it off to Aaron? No, of course not. I did the first thing that came to my mind once it started moving. I dropped the chicken on its head.
Fortunatly for it, its neck didn’t break. I would have felt bad killing off a thank-you gift five minutes after receiving it. Thankfully, Aaron took over from there and I am not any more a bird lover now than I was before. If I had to
Anyone that knows me well knows that I abhore birds of all kinds. Big or small, colorful or ugly, chickens or parrots. There is just something about those feather-clad creatures that scares the bejeebers out of me. They are welcome to toodle around the yard or in the trees all they want. But, please, oh, please do not come close to me! Unfortunately, today was apparently the day that I was supposed to face my fears.
It all started out innocent enough. We were scheduled to have our first Lorakau women’s Bible study at about 1pm. However, Tess came by the house to say that they just found out that an Abu (older man of the village) was in Port Vila having emergency bladder surgery (to my understanding) and was at the hospital in poor condition. Due to that occurance, the village family gathered together to make laplap and other local foods for the afternoon meal together. Therefore, the women asked to postpone our study until next week. I was disappointed, but I understood. These family gatherings, especially at times like this, are important to the family of the sick. Instead of the women coming to our house to study, I decided to follow Tess to the house where they were meeting and offered to say a prayer on behalf of the sick Abu. I also took along with me Kaela, and a sack full of susut, rice, and taro root to offer for my “sorry”.
The beginning of this visit went as expected. The women all chattered back and forth in Tanna language (while I had no clue what they were saying) then, asked me to say the prayer. After offering the prayer for the Abu, it happened that word came from Vila saying that he had woke up from the anesthesia and was doing much better (to which we were all thankful)!
Not long after, the Abu-man’s wife came over. I do not know her actual name since they all just referred to her as Abu (which is also a term used for an older woman). Anyway, she brought me a chicken. Oh joy. Not that I wasn’t thankful for her “thank you for coming” gift – but, I KNEW I was going to have to somehow get the bird back home. And in the back of my mind I was hoping I could just pawn the task off onto my six-year-old. I secretly wanted Kaela to beg to carry the tied up chicken home, in which case I would “reluctantly” agree. But, no such luck. Kaela wanted no part of it and I was trying my best not to look like the wimpy white woman in front of all these no-nonsense Ni-Van women. So, I psyched myself up and gave the chicken a tentative touch on the back and for the first time ever dared to touch the feet. They weren’t as bad as I had imagined…kind of wrinkly and smooth, but still gross. Chicken feet are just gross.
It wasn’t much longer and Tess was ready to leave which meant I had to make my departure as well. And with Tess having a baby and toddler in tow I couldn’t exactly expect her to carry the chicken home for me…as it turns out she was only going part of the way back anyway. It was all up to me – heaven help me! And, so, much to my dismay I found myself carrying a chicken upside down by its legs and hoping against all hope that it would dangle there perfectly still until I could get home. Which it did. Thank goodness!!! However, once I got home, I neglected to take notice of the dog nearby. Woops. The dog saw the chicken dangling there and immediatley headed over to us for a sniff. It was at that point that the chicken was through with dangling there and started squawking and twisting this way and that, flapping its wings (my nightmare!). And what did I do? Did I lay the chicken down gently or pass it off to Aaron? No, of course not. I did the first thing that came to my mind once it started moving. I dropped the chicken on its head.
Fortunatly for it, its neck didn’t break. I would have felt bad killing off a thank-you gift five minutes after receiving it. Thankfully, Aaron took over from there and I am not any more a bird lover now than I was before. If I had to
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