Brokenness

 Sometimes the brokenness of the world is overwhelming.  I can feel it on a large scale when I think of wars in Iran, Ukraine, Gaza, Sudan, Mali, and more.  I can feel it when I think about friends and family going through rough times—money problems, addiction, grudges, depression, sickness.  I can literally feel it when I ride a taxi-bus over roads so broken they don’t seem like roads anymore.  I know this world is broken.  And most of the time I can live with it.  But sometimes, it feels like too much.

Beautiful sunset amid strikes

The whole world has been thrust into a fuel crisis because of the war in Iran.  This has hit the islands pretty hard, and not just with fuel.  Dubai is one of their major trade partners and one of the major stops of the shipping route.  The ships that make rounds between China, India, and the Islands also stop in Dubai.  When the war broke out, some of those ships were stuck in Dubai and the shipments to the islands stopped abruptly causing shortages and leaving some business owners with little to sell. 

That was bad enough, but then about a week ago, the government announced a price increase on fuel.  (Fuel prices are fixed by the government.)  Fuel has always been a bit contentious here—one of those things that shows the brokenness of this place.  Despite the fact that the government buys very low quality fuel—such low quality that it causes engine damage—it charges extremely high prices—twice the price you would normally pay at the pump in the US!  In response to the global price shifts, the government raised the price another 25%.  This was too much for a population where many struggle for daily expenses.  A general outcry arose.  The next day the taxis went on strike.

Over the following days, more and more organizations joined the strike—teachers, fisherman, business owners until it felt like the whole nation was on strike.  Commerce came to a standstill.  Even personal vehicle use was discouraged.  Protests erupted in several places around the islands.  Many of these protests were peaceful, but most were angry.  In many places roads were blocked and fires were started.  To our knowledge there was no looting, but anger was mounting.  On Friday, a protest became violent on our island.  A few people were shot and killed by the government forces.  The next day the government was in negotiations.  They agreed to suspend the price raise on fuel.  Did it take the death of protesters to bring about this change?  Oh, the brokenness of this world.

“Don’t worry” our neighbors said, “Things will be back to normal on Monday.”  Today, Monday morning, taxis are running again! Commerce is back up and going.  But wait, taxis are charging inflated prices!  Gas stations are still charging the 25% increase!!!  What is going on? I went on facebook for answers.  Since gas stations had to pay more for fuel during the crisis, they want to get their money’s worth on the high priced fuel they bought.  In turn, taxis having to buy this high priced fuel are charging their customers more!  What??  Doesn’t this go against everything the strike stood for??  Shouldn’t those gas stations have refused to buy fuel at those prices?  Shouldn’t the taxis refuse to pay for more expensive fuel? Wasn’t this what the strike was all about? Will people stand for it?  

New blooms on our porch amid strikes

Apparently they will, as long as it’s temporary.  

For some reason, this hurts more than the corruption and price hikes, or the striking and violence.  If after a week of unified strikes and protests across all three islands and getting the desired concessions from the government, the people are still having to pay the elevated prices, then what was the point. All of it is broken, so broken.  And the root cause is not a government, or corrupt leaders, but the human heart.  

Perhaps you read this and marvel at the state of things on the islands or maybe it just makes you think of the brokenness you see if your own country or community.  Brokenness is everywhere. So we need to pray.  We need to allow our hearts to break and become burdened so that we pray to the one who has power over the human heart.  Oh Lord, have mercy.  

PRAYERS ANSWERED
In the midst of strikes, we had some good times studying with Muki, Mtsa and Hashiri. There were also beautiful things like sunsets, new flowers and cool constellations. We are glad that after a week of strikes that people are able to return back to work and businesses to reopen. We were able to find local guardians for our kids while they are at school! We are thankful that some of our plans for this summer are coming together. Megan was able to gift Hashiri with a printed Book in the local language and she has been faithfully reading it everyday. 

PRAYERS REQUESTED

Pray for the islands-- for constructive change, for peace, justice and changed hearts! We mourn with those families that lost loved ones in the protests. We also the mourn the loss of a friend and colleague— a godly woman who worked to share her passion of reaching the lost with many— she died suddenly and leaves a hole that will be hard to fill. Because of the taxi strikes, men’s gathering did not happen— pray that they might be able to reschedule or find other ways to encourage each other this month. One of the island brothers has traveled to mainland Africa for medical treatment— pray that he can find good medical advice and relief from his symptoms so he can return home without too long a delay. Our daughter wasn’t feeling well today and couldn’t go to class— pray that this illness would not cause a flare-up in her arthritis and that she’d be feeling well tomorrow. 

Complicated in Different Ways

 A week ago we were on the French Island.  We call it the French island, because although being part of the same archipelago, that island is part of France, not part of the island nation we live in.  So despite being geographically close, with the same ethnic heritage, the same people group, the French island abides by the laws and customs of France—and that makes life very different.  Being so similar and yet so different, naturally arises comparisons in our minds.  Moreover, we interacted with many people on the French Island who have never been to Clove Island, Vanilla Island or the Big Island.  They were curious to know about the differences.  How did life work over there?

View of French Island (and visiting cruise ship!)

As we listened to and observed our friends serving in the French Island, one word kept coming to to our minds—complicated.  Life there is complicated.  They deal with so many things that we don’t on Clove Island.  For example: Their city is truly international, having people of different races, backgrounds and nationalities.  There are many from mainland France, but there are also many refugees from places like Congo, Rwanda, Somalia, etc. Moreover there are the undocumented immigrants from our islands and, of course, the original ethnic people group of the island.  They must navigate not only many different cultures, but many different languages, and people with many different motivations for living there.  Then there are the challenges of French government, religious views and laws implemented in a place of a very different traditional faith and government.  Add to that the complication of a large, poor, undocumented immigrant community leading to injustice, poverty, violence, gangs, and racism. 

Moon over French Island

Life there is complicated and as I listen to my friends share about their lives and the relationships they have to navigate and the many factors they must consider as they shine their light, I found myself thinking, “We have it easy on Clove Island.  Well not easy, but a lot less complicated —one people group, one government, one set of cultural rules, etc.”  After a week on the French Island we were ready to return to the uncomplicated life of Clove Island…

Did I say uncomplicated???

We took the boat back to Clove Island.  When it arrived at port the door opened.  In walked the port authorities and local police.  The doorway was on the side of the boat and naturally there were many paths for disembarking.  For some reason, these police officers felt it necessary to tell us all to make a long line snaking through the interior of the boat.  Most of us got into this line and waited patiently for this slow, nonsensical line to move.  I noticed that certain people were allowed to skip the line.  Why?  Well, it’s complicated.  They were probably a friend of the policeman or they held a position of power.

Finally leaving the boat we went to immigration.  To get to immigration you walk through a narrow hallway where officials are constantly asking to get by you in order to get to their offices.  Once through immigration, you pass back the way you came to a room where we are told to wait.  For what?  No one really knows.  

The baggage is being unloaded.  Are we waiting for those bags?  Maybe, but no one will tell you anything.  They finally let us out of the room only to wait behind a temporary barrier where we can see lines and lines of bags.  Why did they let us out of the room only to wait at the barrier?  Suddenly, and it seemed unplanned—more like a wall being breeched than an intended opening of the gates, everyone pushed the barrier aside and descended on their bags.  

Waiting for the luggage to be unloaded

By this time it was getting dark and the area where all the bags were laid out is unlit, so we are all peering at hundreds of bags, some using flashlights, as a hundred people force their way forward, falling over each other and bags.  When bags are found, you have to return the way you came—more jostling, pushing, falling over, but now with bags in tow.  You will fight your way back through the gate, back through the waiting room, cross the line leaving immigration, to get to customs.  

The confusion and complicated mess continues through customs, through exiting the crowded and chaotic port area, through dragging your bags on a confusingly long and unmaintained, dark path with thick dirt, until you finally find yourself on a road where you can catch a taxi home.…Welcome to Clove Island, where life is so simple! 

PRAYERS ANSWERED
We are thankful that God calls people to each uniquely complicated place in the world and equips us to live and serve there. Our two older kids both made it through their AP exams! Our daughter is officially an adult and we are very proud of her. Our youngest has officially been accepted into the same school as his siblings for next year. The women’s gathering was a large group this month and there was some good discussion. We were encouraged by how some of the women have improved in health and situation. Despite some original difficulty, the men have picked a day and time for their monthly men’s gathering!

PRAYERS REQUESTED
Pray that men would come and engage with each other during men’s gathering. There is currently a general taxi strike on the islands to protest the steep and abrupt rise in fuel costs. Pray for resolution and for poorer islanders as the cost of living continues to increase. The other organization that works on our island has a bunch of their team leaving in a couple months. This follows a trend of island teams shrinking— pray that the trend would reverse and that many new workers would feel led to the islands. May we be blessed by big, healthy teams. Planning has begun in earnest for settling our daughter into the US and college this summer— but she doesn’t graduate high school until mid-July so the transition time will be short. Please pray as we make plans that we would make wise decisions. We need to find new guardians for our kids (adults that live within 3 hrs of the school and can take our kids in the case of an emergency) as the current ones won’t be in the country next year— pray that we’d find the right people. 

Motorcycle Taxi Diaries

 The town of Nimodo lies 20 miles south of our town.  How long does it take you to travel 20 miles?  20 minutes? 30 minutes?  An hour if there’s traffic?  An hour and a half if there’s really bad traffic?  Does it ever take you two hours to go that far?  It does on Clove Island.

A view of Nimodo

The road between here and Nimodo was not in great shape. Then the rains came.  The damaged road was no match for heavy rains that tore up the potholes and ripped open the cracks, washed away the asphalt and left a ghastly mess.  There is hardly a patch of road left that isn’t gashed, pitted or rutted, the rest are just piles of broken gravel and asphalt.  The result is an extremely slow and bumpy ride — 2 hours to go 20 miles.

I was doing this twice a week this past month for the sake of a teacher training program in Nimodo.  Every Wednesday and Sunday I would leave the house at 12:30, catch a taxi and arrive in Nimodo around 2:30.  (Thank God for interesting podcasts to listen to.) Then I would teach from 3-5:30pm and then have the long ride back to look forward to. 

But there’s a problem there.  With the road being the way it is, the taxi buses aren’t running as often as they did.  Finding a bus after 5pm is hit or miss.  I wasn’t interested in staying in Nimodo overnight, so I asked the organizers for a better solution.  I told them, “If you want me to come do this training, you’ll need to figure out a guaranteed way to get me back to my town.”  The solution they proposed was a motorcycle.  Someone would give me a ride on the back of a motorcycle when the class was finished.

This has been a pretty good solution before.  A motorcycle is cheap (requires less gas) and faster as it can avoid a lot of the potholes (although these days the roads are so bad, it isn’t  much of a faster—shaves off 10 minutes tops).  I’ve ridden on the back of a motorcycle so many times at this point, that I’ve bought my own helmet, despite the fact that I don’t own or know how to drive a motorcycle.

The teacher training group

There is something wonderful about riding on the back of a motorcycle.  You get to experience the island’s beauty with 365º freedom of view.  Being on the back, you don’t have to be overly concerned about the road in front of you (although you do have to keep an eye out for the pothole bumps).  At the end of the trip, I arrive bottom-sore and windswept, but mostly, I really enjoy the ride.  Until the last Sunday…

That Sunday, the teacher giving me a ride couldn’t get the motorcycle he usually uses.  I waited around 30 minutes while he called around looking for something.  Finally a guy pulls up with a motorcycle, we hop on and head out.  It’s now about 6pm and the sun is setting and it quickly becomes apparent that this motorcycle has no headlights.

“Don’t worry,”  the teacher yells to me from the front of the bike.  “We’re getting a better motorcycle in the next town.  It’s my half-brother’s.  Brand new.  Very Nice.  Not like this one.”

That’s all well and good, but we still have to make it to the next town.  As darkness descended, I was praying that his eyesight was better than mine, because I couldn’t see a thing.  In fact, I was praying generally that we would be okay.  Sometimes a motorcycle or a car would pass us.  For a moment, their headlights would light our way, but soon we would be on our own again.  The sky continued to darken and my prayers became more fervent.

Just then a taxi pulled up behind us, lighting our way beautifully.  Only, he didn’t choose to pass us.  Instead he followed us, as if he wanted to help us out.  In fact, I wonder if he did it on purpose.  Islanders understand about broken down vehicles, perhaps he was just doing us a kindly service.  Or perhaps he just wanted to go slow.  Either way, it was an answer to prayer. He followed us all the way into town.  After another long wait, the good motorcycle was ready and the rest of the trip was uneventful.

I’m happy to say the training in Nimodo is finished!  No more motorcycle trips—at least for a little while.

PRAYERS ANSWERED
We are thankful for light to guide our paths! We are thankful for our time on the big island and French island this past week and for smooth travel to the French Island and back home to Clove Island. We’re thankful for the good work being done on the French Island and for the faithful witness of our friends there— it is a difficult and complicated place but we see God’s hand at work. We are thankful that the group on Clove Island were able to gather together as a larger group this past weekend and celebrate the group’s birthday! We are thankful that we were able to bring more copies of the printed book in the local language with us from the French Island.  

PRAYERS REQUESTED
Pray for the women’s gathering this week and for discussions on what to study next with them. The men should meet the following week, but already it is seeming difficult to find a day when the main players are available. Pray for our colleagues on the big island as they continue to process their son’s medical needs and what it means for them. We are still waiting to hear if our youngest has a spot at boarding school for next year. Pray for an answer soon. Our kids in mainland Africa will begin AP exams this week— pray for good concentration, low stress and good health at this time. 

Does it Make a Difference?

 Our youngest son was being asked to organize an activity to help the environment. He had already identified some of the major threats and problems in our local environment, but he was quickly overwhelmed by the size of the problems versus what we could accomplish— how could we do anything that would really make any difference? 

Reef trash collection

We encouraged our son that he didn’t have to solve an entire problem in a single activity, but we could do something. We brainstormed some ideas together and he thought about it. Ultimately we decided to do something about trash in the ocean.

We’ve talked about it many times— trash is a big problem on Clove Island. The worst part is that islanders don’t seem to care very much. They don’t seem to understand the beauty of the island that they call home, and then they don’t seem to see the damage that trash does. 

Ultimately, our son’s activity was two-fold. For the first part, we picked up trash around the coral reef off the beach not far from our house. This was trash that had already found its way among the coral reef and was endangering the coral life. We had our snorkels, tongs, and a mesh bag attached to a floating kickboard. We collected a big bag of trash. 

Then for the second part…on the next day (which happened to be Earth Day), we shared at our English Club about what we had done. None of the islanders at our club had ever swum among the coral reefs off their island home. They didn’t know about all the types of fish and life that can be found there. We talked about all the trash that we saw underwater in the ocean and its impact. 

Other environmental problems came up as we discussed, but we also heard the real challenge—how can you force poor people to care about the environment when they are just struggling to get food for that day.  Taking care of trash the ‘right way’ costs money and takes more time. We talked about the fact that an entire mentality has to shift. 
 We shared how in the States there were/are places that struggle with trash, but there are campaigns against polluting (‘Give a hoot. Don’t pollute.’) and anti-littering laws put in place, so that at least for us, we grew up seeing littering as a bad thing to be avoided and punished. 

Some club members suggested that they needed to start in the schools and educating the island kids in the hopes of changing the mentality in the country. Others thought the government needed to make laws and provide the funding to make proper trash disposal possible for everyone. 

It wasn’t a lot of trash that we pulled out of the ocean. But other times we’ve snorkeled, seen the trash and just swum by.  It felt good to actually do something about it this time. It wasn’t a lot of islanders that we talked with, but it was a few more that have more awareness of the problems and the idea that we should do something about it. 

PRAYERS ANSWERED
The visiting group of Africans had an excellent trip, despite the many travel woes—they got a full islands experience!  The weather was good and flights and boats left in good time last week meaning everyone arrived safely to the annual gathering and we had an excellent weekend together.  We were at a new venue which is always a bit trepidatious, but in general it went very well, the staff was responsive and quick to address our concerns.  The food was good and the encouragement and fellowship even better.  We are so thankful to get to work with such wonderful people.  Our two older kids got safely back to school. We also got to celebrate our daughter’s birthday early (while we were still together) — we are so thankful for her!

PRAYERS REQUESTED
Pray for much good to come from our time together as island workers—that as we scatter to our different locations that we would be refreshed, impassioned, revived, united, and equipped.  Many are taking a few days of vacation after the gathering, pray that this would be refreshing as well.  We will not be taking vacation, but head off to the French island for our annual visit there.  Pray for our travels and our French (which is usually mixed with the local language but we’ll need to speak more pure French there), and all the people we will be interacting with.  Pray for the African visitors who returned to their country today, with a greater understanding and vision.  May they go back and fan the flames of this work in the hearts of many in their country.  Pray for our colleagues who were dealing with so much illness.  They are feeling better, but weren’t able to be at the gathering.  Pray that they would recover from a hard number of weeks.

Bringing Her Home

 “I have a daughter on the French Island.  She is my heart.”  That was the way Mtsa described his second born with a touch of sadness in his voice the very first time he told me about his family over a year ago.  Mtsa has three children, all girls.  The eldest is 15, the youngest is 6, but his middle child, Mapema, had been sent to the French Island with the hopes of a better life.

Our beautiful island

She was sent 3 years ago, to live under the care of a relative of Mtsa’s wife.  She was to go to school and get French papers and be given a better life than any islander can hope for—at least that is the story.  Mtsa and his wife believed the story and at the tender age of 11 sent Mapema off to the care of her relatives in search of a better life.

That life never materialized.  The reality is that French laws have become stricter, the schools on the French island are more difficult to enter and her relatives there had no great desire to advocate for her.  In fact, they were much happier to keep her at home where they could put her to work cooking, cleaning, and washing clothes.

The more I learned about the situation the less I liked what I heard.  Though Mtsa still held onto some hope that his daughter would go to school and get her papers, it seemed more and more like he was holding onto an illusion.  When I would ask him, “How is your daughter on the French Island?”  The answer was inevitably, “No news.”  It would slowly come to light, that every time he called, he would be told that his daughter was out, busy or didn’t feel like talking to him.

Eventually the truth started to come out.  Mapema hadn’t been to school at all.  She was working like a slave and was regularly beaten.  The situation was intolerable.  Local government had gotten involved.  Either she would come home to Clove Island or she would be put into a Catholic orphanage.

The next week was an exhausting one of meetings and asking family members for money and us eventually agreeing to help pay most of her ticket.  But in the end, the ticket was acquired and she was on her way home.  We went to the port to meet her as she got off the boat on Clove Island.

Welcoming Mapemo at our house

As she came out the door of the port her family gathered around her.  Poor Mapema —almost 14 years old now, looked stunned.  Then she started to weep.  Crying is frowned upon in island culture, so they quickly told her to stop.  She managed to get it together but she looked stone faced, devoid of emotion at all.

I had warned Mtsa that it would not be easy for her.  Three years she has been away, traumatized, beaten or worse.  It would take time to adjust back to life in Clove Island.  It would probably be quite difficult.  But Mtsa’s face was full of delight.  He looked like he was ready to cry as well.  His daughter was home.  His heart.

It would be easy to judge Mtsa and his wife for making such a poor decision.  For subjecting their daughter to such trauma.  But Mtsa is poor.  He has trouble putting food on the table for his family.  He thought he was giving his daughter a better life.  Now he must live with that mistake.

Thankfully, there is always hope.  There is the promise of forgiveness and healing.  We are praying for Mapema.  We are glad she is home.

PRAYERS ANSWERED
We are thankful for Mapema’s return home. Thanks for praying— the internet stayed strong and steady for our son’s educational assessments. We are so thankful that there was someone willing to do them for us over the internet and for a discounted rate. Our son was a champ through them all! Our daughter has decided on a college— we are thankful that she has peace about the decision and for a good scholarship!

PRAYERS REQUESTED
Pray for Mapema’s transition back into life with her family and on Clove Island and for her healing. The visiting group are moving forward with their visit despite the changes to their flight— they will now only have one night on the small island. Pray that their flights are not delayed and that they can make the most of their time. Pray that they would catch a vision for the work on the islands. All our colleagues on the islands will be descending on the big island on Thursday (including our family) for our annual islands-wide gathering. Pray that all the inter island travel goes as planned. Pray for us and the others leading that time— may God direct our plans and may we all be encouraged. Some colleagues returned from a medical emergency with their young son, only to have a medical emergency with their baby girl. Pray for her healing and for this family. 

Are You Willing to Listen?

 “I just don’t think it’s good for someone to be alone.  Everything tells me that it’s not right.”

These were more or less Mtsa’s thoughts a few days ago when we were talking about marriage and celibacy/singleness.  After that Mtsa proceeded to make his case:

Island bride at recent wedding event

God said to Adam, “It’s not good for man to be alone.”

He said, “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth.”

“A man by himself, who will take care of him when he gets sick?  Who will bury him when he dies?  It just isn’t right.  I think it is a sin.”

How would you answer?  Islanders grow up being told that it is a sin not to marry and have children.  And it’s not just islanders but people in many African cultures believe the same.  To present an alternative is to suggest a major shift in life’s purposes, of what is right and wrong, of what is good and bad.  One might ask—is it necessary?  Why not let them believe as they do?  Why are we imposing our views on them?

If I were imploring them to follow my own culture, it would not be right.  As cultures around the world have rejected the importance of marriage and children and birthrates plummet across the world, who am I to tell them they have it wrong?  The truth is, Mtsa makes some compelling arguments. So we talk and we try to listen.  But really listening means being open to have your ideas changed.  Is my heart open? Is his?

“Marriage is good,” I respond. “Children are good.  There is no doubt about that.  But is it the only way?” I ask.  “What if God called you to do something difficult?  Go to a far away land where people will try to kill you.  Would you go?  What if God calls some people to not get married?  Their life will be hard, they won’t have people to look after them.  There will be many times when they are alone.  But if God has called them to do that, isn’t it more important to do God’s will? What about people who get married and can’t have children—are they sinning?”

Enjoying having kids home

“Moreover I see that people here get married for lots of bad reasons,” I continued. “They accept a fiancé because they are rich.  Or they say, ‘I’m 30 years old, it’s time that I must get married.’  I ask someone, ‘Tell me about your fiancé, are they a good person?  Are they honest? Are they kind?’ And more often than not they say, ‘I don’t know.’  This is the person you are meant to spend the rest of your life with and you don’t know them?  Is this better than not marrying?”

Mtsa listened and agreed that these things weren’t good.  But he still wanted to make the case: better a bad marriage and kids than being alone.  “We are meant to fill the the earth.” 

“Perhaps we are meant to fill the earth in a different way.  Just as we are not the actual blood of Abraham, we are called children of Abraham.  Just because we don’t have a blood family, God will give us a spiritual family.”  At that point a recent anecdote came to mind:

“You know my teammate came to our house the other day, but her neighbors hadn’t seen her leave.  When she wasn’t back at dusk, they became concerned and started calling all around trying to reach her.  When she didn’t answer her phone (we were having a prayer meeting) they called even more people.  They were that worried about her.  Our teammate is unmarried, and many times it is not easy for her.  She lives alone.  And yet, God has given her a family.”

Mtsa listened and thought.  I fell silent and thought too.  I have not changed my mind about the rightness or wrongness of singleness, but Mtsa has helped me appreciate the difficulties of the issue (perhaps especially for islanders). I know our single teammates are dragged into these kinds of conversations all the time and have much better answers. They use these hard interactions to share the eternal hope that they have.  I hope to listen to my single teammates and to continue to grow in my understanding and appreciation of them, their joys and hardships.  I don’t know if Mtsa has changed his mind on this issue, but I saw that Mtsa was listening and I want to be a person who listens too.  

PRAYERS ANSWERED
Our colleague on the big island was able to get to mainland Africa quickly with her son and get him the medical evaluations that he needed. Our daughter got some more information which has helped her be very close to making a decision about college— she is waiting for one more response, but assuming no surprises she is feeling good about making that decision (and we are too). Tom has been encouraging Mtsa for a long time to bring his adolescent daughter home to Clove Island (she was sent to French Island years ago, but was never sent to school there and has been mistreated)— after lots of meetings and struggling for funds, it looks like she will come home tomorrow. 

PRAYERS REQUESTED
Our younger son needs to do some educational assessments over video-chat this week— the required internet speed for the assessments is only possible from the islands when we are having a good internet day. Please pray for good internet (especially our Monday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoons). Pray that the assessments would go well and not stress out our son too much. We have a big decision looming (beyond our daughter’s college decision), pray for wisdom, clarity and peace about it. There is a group meant to visit the work on the islands next week but their incoming flight was just canceled and rescheduled for several days later (severely impacting their short trip)— pray for wisdom on whether they should try to rebook with a different airline and for the needed finances for any changes they need to make. There are two young short-term workers visiting different locations on the islands this week— one is coming to stay with our teammate, another is going to the small island and staying with a worker there— pray for good visits and that their exposure to different workers’ lives might inspire them to long-term work. Pray for our colleague who is in the process of saying goodbyes and leaving the islands—she has left her home today and will have some time visiting other locations— pray for good interactions and closure for her. 

Favored Status?

 This past weekend, we celebrated the fact that the price has been paid for our irrevocable citizenship in heaven— a citizenship for new life available to people from every people, language and nation— uniting us and giving us unrelenting hope for the future. Alleluia!

Back together for school break

The reality here on earth is that we are not all united under one citizenship and things are not equal across every nation. Generally, we have been privileged as US citizens to have passports that allow us to travel to almost any country in the world. The favored status has been something that we’ve taken for granted—there is a meeting in Europe, or a reason to pop over the French Island next door, or we’re invited to meet someone for vacation in a country we’ve never been to before. For us, the decision to go comes down to our finances and making time in our schedule. We don’t have to think about if we are allowed to be there. 

But as our organization has diversified, we’ve become more conscious that for many people from other nations, they can’t assume that they will be allowed into another country.  They always have to check, apply and wait to see. 

This severely impacts their plans. Our regional director was denied the opportunity to attend a large conference. A colleague couldn’t go to a family wedding. Another colleague wasn’t allowed to visit his in-laws. We couldn’t organize a meeting on the French Island because we knew not everyone would be allowed entry there. Beyond just finances and timetables, others have to factor into any trip the visa application procedures and the likelihood that they will or will not be allowed in the country. For people considering long-term work, they sometimes have to fight the battle twice— first to be allowed into the country and then to be allowed to stay. 

On Clove Island, our family has been blessed by always having an easy time getting and renewing our annual service visas, but we had one colleague who was forced to pay a large fee for her longterm visa like a business person because of her passport country. We’ve taken it for granted that our passport country has been a benefit… but could that tide be shifting? 

Four countries in Africa have enacted visa bans for US citizens in the past year. It might seem like a small thing, but we have a lot of friends and acquaintances who suddenly are not allowed to stay in the countries where they have lived and worked for years (even decades). Some of these Americans who have had their country of service closed to them, are looking to see if they can claim nationality with another nation so they could re-enter their countries with a different passport. Even on the islands, anti-American rhetoric is higher than we have ever seen. Suddenly having a US passport doesn’t seem like a promise of favored treatment abroad.  

Passports back with new island visas

Tom was trying to finalize our visa renewal this past month. He got the recommendation letter from the department of education like normal, but when he went to the immigration offices, they said it wasn’t enough. He needed to get a letter from the island governor as well.  While this change didn’t seem directed at us as Americans, we did wonder if it was showing a shift in attitude, a desire to scrutinize more closely the foreigners in their midst.  

Thankfully it didn’t end up being a big deal. It was annoying and time-consuming, but everyone was friendly and Tom was able to finalize our visa renewal without much trouble. We are thankful. We don’t want to take that ease and goodwill for granted. We know that on this side of heaven, we can’t put our trust in the reputation of our passport country or on the favor of men. Reputations change and favor can be fleeting, but the power and love of God is unchanging and forever. 

PRAYERS ANSWERED
We thank God for our risen Savior and the chance to remember and celebrate Him this past weekend. Tom sent out messages to all our island contacts for the holiday and got back lots of positive responses. Megan was able to study with Hashiri and encourage her in her new job situation. There was a nice study at women’s gathering despite some missing people. Generally our kids have recovered well from their travels. Our daughter had a rough day on Sunday, but is improved today. 

PRAYERS REQUESTED
The Easter gathering didn’t really happen. We were supposed to gather and picnic outside by a river, but it was rainy. There ended up being some smaller gatherings. We have started planting seeds about the idea of doing a bigger gathering in May for Pentecost— pray that this would gain traction and be planned in good time so that many can participate and be encouraged. Pray for a mainland African family that often hosted events but after some backlash has stopped hosting anything— pray for them to know how to continue to be both wise and bold. Pray for the island body— it seems a bit disjointed at the moment. Two brothers have traveled to the big island to talk about plans for the coming few years for the islands— pray for unity and for God to be the director of their plans. Men’s gathering probably won’t happen until they are back— but pray that it does happen this month. Pray for our daughter as she makes her decision about where to go to college— pray for peace and a clear way forward. A bar has reopened across from us (after being quiet for more than a year) with loud music until 2am on both Friday and Saturday this past weekend— pray that this doesn’t become a new trend and that the neighborhood would pressure it to respect people’s sleep (something they have done in the past). A colleague on the big island had to evacuate to mainland Africa with her young son for medical care— pray for healing for him and peace of mind for his parents.