Word and Deed

 Ananas came to our house on Sunday, as he faithfully always does.  He brings us eggs and bananas.  We pay him far more than they are worth, but we appreciate having these things on hand and he needs the money.  Ananas is one of the “old guard.” As different workers have come and gone the local ‘family’ has also grown or shrunk with them.  A few of the old guard— the legacy of workers long past—remain part of the family until today.  A greater number have gone their own way.  And a few, like Ananas, linger on the fringes.  Neither part of the family, yet neither wholly alienated from it either.  Why is it like this?  I think a recent incident gives some insight.  Ananas came for a visit and shared a story with me.

Bananas from Ananas

“The shop owner was so angry,” he said.  “He caught her putting a dress into her bag.  ‘What do you think you’re doing?  Are you a thief?  You walk around here stealing things from shops.’ He had grabbed her arm and was shouting at her.  But I told him to calm down.  It would be okay.  People shouldn’t act that way.  People are poor.  They can’t always afford to buy things.  I told the woman to come with me.  The shop keeper yelled at me, ‘Hey what do you think you’re doing.  She needs to pay for that.’  So I took out some money and I paid for it.”

It should be mentioned that Ananas is not a rich man.  This was a beautiful act of generosity on his part.  His story continued.

“I took her over to my stall and had her sit down in my chair.  I told her she could just sit there for a while and calm down. She was crying.  She said thank you again and again.  I told her it was okay, that people shouldn’t do things like that.  Shopkeepers are rich men, they don’t need to treat a poor lady like that.”

I was moved by his act of kindness.  What an opportunity for him to share the good news! I asked him, “Did you tell her why you helped her?”

“No,” he replied.  “I just did it.  I didn’t say anything.”

Perhaps I’m being too hard on him, but it seems like an opportunity missed.  Islanders believe in good deeds—especially in this “holy month”—because they believe it gets you faida: good points on judgment day, blessings, good karma.  You might call it “heavenly money.”  “That woman probably left thinking Ananas did it for the heavenly money, never knowing that he may have had a better reason all along.  

Visiting a newborn

I feel this story shows some of the wavering we see in Ananas.  He is both bold and timid.  Courageous and fearful.  Open and yet closed.  Obedient and yet disobedient.  Sometimes I think Ananas is “trying to have his cake and eat it too.”  He seems eager for his neighbors to see him as a good member of the community.  He seems happy for people to think he is doing his deeds for faida.  But he also wants to be welcomed among the family.  But most of the family does not accept him.  They see him as two-faced.  Untrustworthy.   I know a famous saint once said, “Share the good news and if necessary use words.”  This seems like one of those times when words were necessary.  The longer we live here, the more we find, words are almost always necessary, as our good deeds are almost always misinterpreted as just people looking for faida.  

We aren’t looking for faida.  We don’t need faida. We want to show the love of the one who loves us first.  We want it to be more about Him and less about us.  Obedience means being willing to speak up.  

PRAYERS ANSWERED
We were able to have Muki and Mtsa’s family over for a breaking of the fast meal last night. Unfortunately Mtsa wasn’t able to come because the person relieving him at work never showed up. Still we were able to have some good conversation with his wife, and Tom and Muki were able to deliver food to him at work. The chikungunya epidemic seems to be calming down— with the news being about people recovering instead of new people getting sick. Our daughter is doing better. Thanks for praying. The men’s gathering was short as men were tired and had things to do, but there was still some good conversation— we’re hopeful that the regular monthly connection will eventually lead to deeper relationship. Hashiri agreed to go to the doctor (something Megan has been pushing) if Megan went with her— so they went last week and got some answers about Hashiri’s ongoing health issues.  Hashiri also applied for a job this week (something else Megan has been encouraging her in). 

PPRAYERS REQUESTED
It is the final week of the month of fasting with the big holiday likely to be on Saturday (some people say it could be Friday, but we won’t know until the new moon is sighted the evening before). We often see and interact with lots of people on the holiday, pray that we could opportunities to be witnesses of the good news in both word and deed!  The fuel shortage has continued and we have several friends who have been struggling to find fuel for cooking, but thankfully a ship with more is supposed to arrive tomorrow on the big island. Pray that this shipment would not be hoarded by a few, but would be well distributed so that everyone can get what they need. Pray for our daughter as the upperclassmen split up and go on multi-day field trips— pray that she stays healthy on the trip and can still get the rest she needs with her health condition. Pray for wisdom about celebrating Easter this year— there are some obstacles to a big gathering, so pray that it would be clear how to proceed. Clove Island has added a extra step for getting our visas, pray that we could get our visas renewed this week before the holiday (as they expire soon). 

Fear of Shortages Causes Shortages

 Fear has gripped the islands—Crowds amassing at gas stations get bigger and more desperate, especially for kerosene. People who would normally only buy 5 or 10L of kerosene are bringing 20L containers and more than one if they have the containers and the money. We passed the line of containers, long and unmoving.

Line of containers waiting for kerosene

Gas on the islands comes in three different forms. There is the gas for cars, the gas canisters for western-style stoves/ovens and the kerosene gas that most islanders use for their simple cookstoves. There is now a shortage of all three forms of gas in our town. Wealthy people who own personal cars probably use all three on a daily basis. The poorest islanders only use the kerosene, but they use it everyday. They buy it in small amounts— enough for a few days or a week.

It began with a rumor…”The war in Iran will cause gas shortages.” The rumors of potential shortages spread like a kerosene fire, and without delay those with money in hand went to buy as much gas as they could hoard. 

The islands are used to shortages, usually they are caused by poor management and planning or by a long stretch of bad weather stopping shipments. But this shortage isn’t from mismanagement or weather. This shortage isn’t caused directly by the war. This shortage is from fear.

Fear is not a healthy motivator— it usually does not point us in the right direction. But fear is powerful and can override reasonable arguments and advice. Fear combined with selfishness is a combination that can lead to all kinds of problems and hurts. 

How do you stop a rumor?  How do you stop fear?  The hydrocarbons company, which is responsible for importing gas, has sent out appeals and official statements telling people not to panic, that there is enough gas on the islands, and that there is even another ship already en route to deliver more. They have tried to make people understand that if everyone buys normally that there will be plenty for everyone. No one has been listening to them. The government has warned people of the danger of hoarding and storing gas at home. Finally, the big island has forbidden people from filling up containers with car fuel— it has to go straight into a vehicle. 

These fears of a shortage may be realistic. War causes lots of problems and shortages are not uncommon, but the reality is that there wasn’t a problem on the islands until fear caused the problem. The reality is also that some richer individuals are sitting on stockpiles of gas while poor people are struggling to find someone to sell them the kerosene that they need to cook today’s meal.

People/vehicles crowding gas station

Our friend said she saw a neighbor earlier in the week (before the rush for gas got bad) arrive home with some huge containers and a barrel of kerosene. A day later our friend asked this neighbor if she’d sell her some kerosene, “I don’t have any” was her reply. Our friend didn’t call her out on the clear lie, but instead kept looking. She waited in a line for a few hours but as she couldn’t spend her whole day doing that, she traveled to a neighboring village on the promise that she’d be able to buy 5L there.  When she got there she was only able to get 2L. She’s heard that the port is supposed to release some more kerosene for sale, so she’s hoping on that. 

We hope she finds it. We hope that fears will calm, that the shortages don’t come to pass and that everyone, including the poor, has what they need.  Meanwhile our friend is wondering about looking for firewood (which is hard to come by here in the capital) and contemplating whether it would be safe to build a cooking fire on their rooftop…

PRAYERS ANSWERED
We facilitated the first half of an online debrief with the team on the small island last week.  It went well and we’re hoping for another good session this week.  Women’s gathering went well despite some smaller numbers—those who came seemed to get a lot out of it.  We’ve all had some good conversations this week with various friends about fasting and why we don’t fast like they do.  We were able to visit Bako’s family and see his newborn baby boy.  The month of fasting is a good opportunity to get some administrative work done (less visits, no classes)  Praise that that work is getting done!

PRAYERS REQUESTED
Pray for the panic to stop and for there to be enough fuel for everyone. The men will gather this week.  Pray that many will come and that they will continue to grow in trust and vulnerability with each other.  The mosquito-borne illness chikungunya continues to spread all over the islands.  Many, many people have gotten sick.  Thankfully it doesn’t seem too serious most of the time, but some are struggling with on-going joint pain which can last for months.  Pray for healing and for this epidemic to dissipate. Pray for our daughter who has been having a hard week with her rheumatoid arthritis— pray for a lowering of her stress levels and healing for her body. The month of fasting continues and we continue to pray for opportunities for light to shine in the darkness—if you want to be receiving our personalized emails for prayer during this month, let us know. 

War and AI

 As we are all aware, missile strikes and other sorts of warfare have broken out in the Middle East.  Islanders are generally not very interested in world politics, but they know when something big is going on.  Rarely do you come across someone on the street with very strong opinions, and usually they have only the vaguest viewpoints to express about fighting in places like Ukraine, Gaza, Libya or Venezuela.  Those places are far away and have little effect on them (at least as far as they are aware).

Looking down on major road

But facebook is another matter.  Just like everywhere else in the world, social media with its perceived anonymity, is a place for promoting opinions (at least those opinions that won’t get you in trouble with the government) brazenly and broadly—mostly through forwarding others' pictures and videos with your own tag added.  This is new to no one.

But what is different now is the prevalence of AI generated content.  My island facebook page is full of “pictures” and “videos” from the present conflict.  Most of them show missiles approaching and blowing up American airplanes, aircraft carriers, oil tankers, battleships and military bases.  Some of them are obviously fakes, but many have become so realistic it is hard to know what is true and what isn’t.  Based on what we see there, and if it were our only source of information, we would be convinced that the US is losing badly and sustaining terrible losses.  We know this is not the truth, because we have other sources outside of facebook, but what if we didn’t?

We know this is just as much a problem in America as in Africa.  We can no longer trust what we see in a video to be real.  And just like here, some people are getting their news from forwarded facebook photos and videos.  The content might be different—even opposite, but equally false. 

Word spreads just as quickly and powerfully person to person as a post on a facebook page.  This morning our house-helper walked in telling us about the war going on and how all of the oil tankers have been destroyed.  “We’re going to see a rise in gas prices, because they’ve destroyed so many boats.”  We asked if the price has already risen.  She said not yet, but it’s coming—an increase of 20%!  

We wonder where she gets her news.  We don’t think she watches, reads or listens to a regular news programs.  And yet, she told me about all the oil tankers that were being destroyed.  Where did she get this information?  Did a neighbor tell her?  Did someone show her a Youtube video?  And what are we supposed to tell her?  How are we supposed to respond?  

We are constantly telling friends not to believe everything they see on facebook. Years ago, we were having to tell them about how digital photos can be doctored and faked, and “No, I don’t believe a woman gave birth to a baby with a fish tail, even if there is a photo to prove it.” Now I tell them how AI makes videos now that can make it sound like someone is saying or doing things that aren’t real.  They nod their heads and agree, so perhaps we are raising some awareness.  But, we wonder if they think they are smart enough to tell the difference (which we usually assume about ourselves as well).  

Back together again!

Where does this all lead?  We’re not sure.  At the end of the day, perhaps it doesn’t matter very much to islanders which country bombed which country more successfully and came out on top in a war that’s far away from them and has not effected their lives except for a spike in gas prices (which would probably have happened no matter who is winning or losing).  Perhaps it’s just one more lie floating out there among the many that we’re exposed to all the time.  It is hard to know what’s true anymore.  Many people have given up trying to find it, and settle for what feels true.  And yet, something in us longs for truth.   

If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.  

We long for the truth.  We long to be set free.  It is there in all of us, no matter how many facebook videos we believe.

PRAYERS ANSWERED
Megan is finally home on Clove Island— after some unexpected extra time on the big island due to canceled flights. It is nice for the three of us to be back again! The leadership meetings went well and were encouraging. Our daughter was accepted to the colleges she was most interested in. Our older son was part of their school music tour this past weekend that went well. Our youngest is feeling all better now, we are thankful that he didn’t have a serious case. 

PRAYERS REQUESTED 

We pray that people would seek and know truth. We will be facilitating a team debrief online tomorrow and next week that we were meant to do in-person in October. It was disrupted because of a team crisis at that time and postponed— pray that it can still be a meaningful process despite the delay and that the internet connection stays strong for it. We are supposed to have women’s gathering this week which can’t be at our normal time because of the month of fasting— pray that it would still be well-attended and that we could have good discussion about whether to do a larger Easter gathering this year. One of the island brothers who has not been as involved lately just lost his mother. Pray that the brothers could respond with love and that he might be drawn back into community with them. The month of fasting continues—if you want to be receiving our personalized emails for prayer during this month, let us know. 

No Compulsion

 What do you call a place where you are given little freedom? A place where you are told what to do, when to sit and when to rise, when to eat and when not to?  A place where most of your movements are watched and you are punished for disobedience?  Some might say a prison.  Others might say a school. Is it not so?  Is it not a fair description of either one?  

No eating out this month- homemade pizza

This similarity between schools and prisons is somewhat off-putting until you realize that there are actually plenty of places more like a prison than we realize.  Flying on an airplane comes to mind.  We have to go through security, they confiscate sharp or dangerous items,  and tell us when we can and can’t go to the bathroom.  A business office has its own set of rules that you have to abide by.  Hospitals have strict rules, as do most houses of worship.  Even national parks will tell you when and where you can or cannot build a fire, go to the bathroom, or make noise at night.  Yet we don’t think of any of these places as prisons.  What is the difference?

Is it not the purpose and motivation for the place.  A school’s purpose, ideally, is “a place of learning.” A hospital “a place of healing.” An airplane has a clear destination. Everyone wants to get to safely.  But a prison’s purpose, at least on some level,  is to punish.  In all the other scenarios, the members enter willingly.  I choose to go the office or the school or the hospital.  I choose to get on the airplane.  But I am forced to go to prison.  Very few choose to go there.  Perhaps that is why school seems a bit more apt of a comparison.  For many schoolchildren, it is not the children wanting to go, but the parents compelling them to do so.  “It’s for their own good.”  

Why all these thoughts on prisons and schools?  We are currently in the month of fasting.  If I ask my neighbors what they think of this month they will tell me, “It is wonderful.  A time of peace and joy and blessedness.”  Yet, all I see is a prison.  When I ask my neighbors, “Why do you fast?”  The most common answer is, “Because we have to.  God told us to.”  But in reality, God is not the only one telling them to.  The community reinforces this rule strictly.  Even the government gets in on it.  Every year edicts are declared that anyone found eating or drinking in public will be taken to jail.  

My religious friend will tell me, this month is more like school—a time of learning and growing in religious duty.  “It’s for our own good.”  There is something to be said for that argument, but I also see that when a child grows into an adult, no country on earth forces them to go to school.  Yet, during the month of fasting, adults have no choice.  They are compelled.

A few years ago we went to the French island during the month of fasting.  This island consists of the same people group, but under the French system of government.  Under the French tradition of secular governance, there is no compulsion to fast during the month of fasting.  I found myself shocked by what I saw.  Islanders eating and drinking in public during the month of fasting!  How different from Clove Island where the mood of strict observance hangs over daytime life like a cloud.

Can still eat out in mainland Africa though

There is much good to be found in fasting.  There is good in habitual routines and rhythms of self-sacrifice, austerity and temperance.  But not under compulsion.  There is a world of difference between one who chooses to fast and one who fasts out of compulsion. If they truly had a choice, if no one could shame them for their choice, if their obedience or disobedience in fasting did not carry the threat of heavy eternal punishment, how many would do it?  I think very few, and I’ve even had islanders agree with that opinion.  Here on Clove Island, for a few this month may be a school, but I believe that for most it is a prison.  

Even for many of those islanders whose hearts are free, the pressure of society and the fear of the police compels them to fast.  Their souls are not in prison, but their bodies are.  I long for their freedom.  For us, our outsider status means we share openly that we don’t fast.  I hope one day my island brothers and sisters could be so bold.  Because the truth is, the prison doors are open.  The threat of eternal punishment nullified.  The debt is paid.  They are free to walk out the open doors of their prison and into freedom.  May the island people walk into freedom.  May the islands be set free.

PRAYERS ANSWERED
Megan was able to get the rest of our daughter’s prescription meds and visit the kids at their school before she had to leave for leadership meetings.  It has been raining on and off the past few days, which is a mercy as when it’s not raining the heat is pretty brutal.  We pity all the people fasting in such heat and are thankful for the rain that cools things down.  We are thankful for the conversations that are happening and will happen this month everywhere we go.

PRAYERS REQUESTED
Pray for islanders hearts to be open this month to hear the good news that the prison doors are open.  Pray for many to walk into freedom. The leadership meetings (where Megan is) are focusing on spiritual formation. Pray that everyone participating would be drawn more into the presence of God that they might grow in their attentiveness to the Spirit. Our youngest son isn’t feeling well (perhaps with the same illness Tom had the previous week). Pray for a quick recovery. Continue to pray for him and Tom as they brave it at home alone. Pray for our older son and the school choir as they go on a music tour over the weekend. May it be a wonderful time of sharing music with a message. Pray for smooth travels for Megan back to the islands at the end of the week.  

Expected, Accepted, Ignored

 A few days ago I arrived early for my class.  The door to the classroom was locked, so I sat on the bench in the hallway waiting for someone to arrive and open up the door.  Next to the bench were a number of large buckets of paint , paint brushes, and various painting apparatus.  As I watched the painter came by and sat down on one of the buckets and set to work.

Valance covered with old paint drips

He opened one of the buckets full of paint and then pulled a second empty bucket up next to it.  He then poured about half of the bucket of paint into the empty bucket.  If he spilled a drop I didn’t see him do it.  With his thumb, he carefully wiped the edge of the bucket he was pouring from, and then scraped the rest into the bucket before wiping his thumb on his painting shirt.  Transfer accomplished and no paint on the floor—this time.  You see the painter did this right on the tiled floor of the hallway.  There was no drop cloth, paper or plastic sheeting.  He was working without a net.

Despite his deftness at pouring from one can into another, I could see that either others, or he himself, had not had such skill at other times.  All around his “work area” there were splatters of dried paint, even if his work area was the nicely tiled hallway.  This was not really a surprise to me.  In even the nicest homes, it is common to find paint splattered on windows, mirrors, tiled floors, light fixtures, and even picture frames and furniture.  It is one of those things that I look at and find hard not to judge.

With many decisions islanders make, I have come to appreciate their reasoning is different from mine—even if I still don’t agree, I can understand why they do it.  For example, islanders often buy cheap new clothes that fall apart after one wearing.  Why waste your money on clothes like that?  But the value of now and new—it’s cheap, it’s new, and I will look good today—outweighs the value of long-term and dependable clothes that are more expensive.  But the paint one eludes me…

Another example

I understand that plastic drop clothes are expensive, but I don’t think money is the issue.  I think, there are enough old rags and pieces of cloth lying around (the wraps that women wear and replace regularly would make great drop clothes).  And I don’t think that the painter doesn’t take pride in his work.  I watched him carefully mixing paint.  He clearly knew what he was doing and was doing his job attentively and well.  No, it was almost more like he didn’t see the splattered paint.  As if the small splatters that happen are just part and parcel of painting—expected, accepted, ignored.  It made me think of all the other things that are expected, accepted, ignored.  It made me think of the small boy who threw a plastic bottle into the street in front of his mother and left it there.  No comment from his mother.  Trash on the street is expected, accepted, ignored.  What’s one more plastic bottle?  It made me think of power outages and water shortages and employees not being paid for months.  Expected, accepted, ignored.  

I love the islands and its people.  There are many things I prefer about island culture and lifestyle compared to America, but in this way…I wish I could change them.

Even as I write this, I am thinking of things in my own culture that might be expected, accepted, and ignored:  violent and pornographic entertainment, lonely people without community, poverty in far off places.  We are by no means off the hook.  And I wish I could change my home culture, too.

Expected, accepted, ignored is a type of blindness.  It is seeing without seeing.  How do you open someone’s eyes?  It is not as easy as pointing out the problem.  For a few that might work, but for most they will see only what is expected, accept it and ignore it.  They will see it briefly and forget—or turn away in despair, thinking, “What can I do. It will never change.  It’s just the way the world is.”  

To see change, new eyes are required, a new heart too.  To see corruption and littering and poverty and loneliness and violence and splattered paint and want to do something about it—that takes a sensitivity that comes from above, and a hope that does not disappoint.  So though we might say something to encourage people not to litter, or speak out against corruption, we know the change starts in the heart, and so we push and pray to see change there. 

Megan and our two older kids

PRAYERS ANSWERED
Tom had a weird illness that might have been dengue or chikungunya. Thankfully it was very mild and he is feeling better. He and our youngest have been doing well at home on the islands, while Megan and our older two had a good weekend together in mainland Africa. Men’s gathering was well attended and the conversation was lively.  It was great to see men speaking up and listening to one another about real life things. Our teammate had a number of good interactions this week with neighbors and friends.  Tom’s studies with the two guys continue to go well.  Muki is really enjoying what we’re reading and shows up eager every day to read more.

PRAYERS REQUESTED
We pray that God would open our eyes to the things that we expect, accept and ignore— may He soften our hearts. The month of fasting starts this week— pray for the islands in this special month where everyone is more focused on the things of God. May many seek and find Him. If you would like to get special emails during the month with ways to pray then email us.  Megan took our oldest for her check-up with the rheumatologist— her treatment isn’t working as well as hoped, they made a small change to her treatment, pray that it would lead to a significant improvement in her symptoms. Also pray that Megan fill the rest of our daughter’s prescription before she leaves town (the pharmacy was only able to fill part of it and wasn’t sure when they could get more).

When Things Become Less Safe

 A man with money in his pockets is assaulted on the street by a gang of men. They beat hit, take his money and leave him for dead. The next morning the man’s body is found dead.   

Extra locks on back door

Such things have been happening for thousands of years, but they haven't been happening here.  As long as we have lived here, Clove Islanders have taken pride in the fact that Clove Island is a safe place to live.  But that seems to be changing.  We're not suggesting that we're afraid to walk down the street or that we feel unsafe.  We feel quite safe.  But we would be lying if we said we haven't noticed a change.

The story I told above happened in our city this past week.  We can hardly believe it.  Before a few years ago, we would have said, "Things like that don't happen here."  In fact, we spent our first 10 years here having never heard of a murder.  Then something happened a few years ago. A murder. Everyone said, "Nothing like this has ever happened here."  There was the assumption that this was a fluke, a rare event that would not repeat itself for decades.  

But last week, there were two murders.  Can we really say, "Nothing like this has ever happened here"?

Why is it changing?  We can only speculate.  The past few years have been difficult. Prices have gone up, but opportunities remain stagnant.  As an Islander said to us this week, "A few years ago you could say to someone, give me a few bucks, and they'd be able to help you out, but now, no one will help you out."  Are people becoming more desperate? Is that leading to more crime?

We also think it may be the harvest of a misguided political policy that has persisted for the last 20 years.  Islanders take their children to the French island hoping to give them a better life. If they get caught and deported, they leave the children behind. (The French government has policies against deporting children.) They believe that in so doing, their children will find a better life—go to French schools, become French citizens.  Instead, children live on the streets, or as household servants little better than slaves.  With no one caring for them and little hope beyond their next meal, they get involved in theft, drugs, gangs and violent behavior.  This problem has persisted for more than twenty years.  Now those abandoned children are grown, angry, violent, hopeless, lawless, forgotten, ignored.  The better life—education, job, French citizenship—was just a fairy tale.  If the police find them, they will be deported and sent back to Clove Island—a place they’ve never lived, with people they hardly know and ways that can be quite different from the highly French influenced culture of French Island.  They come off the deportation boat with nothing but the things they left with, plus a sandwich and a bottle of water.  They wander out of the port and make their way. Where?  Who knows? 

The port where the boat from French Island comes

Whatever the cause, the climate is changing.  Women don't walk home alone late at night from wedding ceremonies anymore. They make sure they go in groups (an easy precaution we would always recommend, but until recently it seemed like  a good practice rather than a necessity).  House and building security systems have become more advanced and more secure.  People don’t feel as safe as they used to.  It’s sad to see the decline.  It is sad to see a sense of safety swallowed up by suspicion and fear.

We have been blessed to live in a "safe" place for many years, but as the false perception of safety fades away, we don't see reasons to leave. Rather we see all the more reason to stay.  Clove Islanders need a redeemer more than ever.  We hope we can help them find Him.

PRAYERS ANSWERED
The women’s gathering went well last week.  People were slow to arrive, but by the end, it was a good time of fellowship.  The translation work went well too.  Thankful that they were able to get done everything they hoped for—achieving all their goals!  We are thankful that it continues to rain and keep the heat at bay.  We are thankful for returning team members to the small island, who have been away for medical reasons.  We’re so glad they’re well enough to come back.  We’re thankful that both of us continue to have good studies with Muki/Mtsa, and Hashiri respectively.  

PRAYERS REQUESTED
Pray for the lost youth of the French island causing chaos and grief wherever they go.  Pray for changed lives among them. Pray that they could find hope.  Pray that policies and mentalities would change. The brand-new sister that we learned about at the end of Dec came to women’s gathering. At Megan’s urging, the other sisters that live in her same town made a plan for them to meet and study together. Pray that they would meet and grow together. The men’s gathering will happen this week— pray that many would attend and that they would be building trust with one another. Megan will travel tomorrow.  She will be seeing our older kids during their mid-term break and then travel on to a conference the following week.  Pray for good travels, nice times with the kids and meaningful learning and interactions at the conference.  Tom and our youngest will be on their own.  Pray for them as they work together to get through homeschool, work, and life without Megan’s help.  

Rainy Season Cleaning

 We’ve had about two weeks of steady rain on the islands. When it rains, life slows down. Islanders don’t go out in heavy rain. They don’t expect others to go out in heavy rain. Even things like work and school will start late (once there’s a break in the rain). So there has been more time at home and with fewer visitors than normal. 

The rainy main street 

I find having fewer things very freeing and I’ve been in a mood to cull our possessions. So one rainy day, I found myself sorting through some old toys and games. Our kids are all teenagers now and there are lot of games/toys that haven’t been used in a long time. 

We want to maintain a kid-friendly home so we’ve held onto a high chair, a pack n’ play and an assortment of little kid toys that we pull out for our youngest visitors. It’s all the same things our kids used, but to be honest that feels like a different life— the life of everything going in the mouth, of sippy cups, diapers and pureed food.  We went through all that here on the islands, but can’t imagine jumping back into being the parents of little ones again, it feels like a long time ago. 

In a similar way, it has now been three years since we’ve had new teammates (more like 5 years since we’ve welcomed anyone new who has a longterm commitment to our team). And while our teammates are adults, they do start out as babies in the culture and language (and may come with actual babies if it is a family).  

The basil plant liked the rain

On our last team day, we tried to realistically remember what it looks like to support a new family. We quickly get used to having more independent teammates and we have to remind ourselves what it is like to have people starting new—not in an attempt to talk ourselves out of welcoming new people, but to make sure we’re prepared for what it means, and how our lives would have to change for us to do it well. 

Our younger kid toys are dusty and in need of a clean, but so are some of our tools for helping new workers. We don’t have a go-to network of islanders experienced as language helpers anymore. I saw my box of props for early local language lessons the other day was covered in cobwebs.  We’re not up to date anymore on where to buy kids’ supplies, on which shops have the best prices on wet-wipes or baby snacks. We’ve misplaced the hard copies of lots of the foundational books we have people read. These are areas we can rebuild and some practical ways to prepare, but there is also just mentally preparing for our priorities to shift. 

Just as a family with babies can’t do the same things as a family with older kids, so team leaders with new teammates can’t do all the same things that team leaders with all veteran team members can do. We’ll have to adapt. 

I made a pile of broken toys to throw out. I washed a stuffed lamb that was covered in dirt. I put aside a bunch of toys that could be given away right now, and another pile of toys that might be appreciated by new workers with kids.  You might say we need to do the same for our team habits in preparation for new workers—skills we need to pull out, brush off, and polish up, habits or activities we’ve stopped doing that we need to start doing again, and some things we do now that we’ll need to give away.

We’re excited to see more workers come to Clove Island and join our team.  We prepare and we pray. May 2027 be the year. God willing!

PRAYERS ANSWERED
We were thankful for the rains chasing away the heat, but now we’re also thankful that the rains have cleared and we have some sunshine again. Boats between islands are going again and farmers are relieved also at the change in weather. The woman Megan is studying with seems to understand now that she still has a lot to learn and she continues to come to study—  praise and pray for her continuing growth. Ma Imani says she is feeling better. 

PRAYERS REQUESTED
There has been an increase in violent crimes on the islands. While still not widespread, they are disconcerting in a country in which violent crimes used to be almost unheard of. Pray that this would not become a trend but that a feeling of safety would continue to be the norm of the islands as it has been in years past. There have been a couple cases of mpox on Clove Island now (as far as I know they have still all been imported cases). Continue to pray that this disease would not find a foothold on the islands, but would be contained and eliminated quickly. The women will have their monthly gathering this week— pray that it would be encouraging and that those who were missing last month would come. The translation project is having online meetings with a consultant this week— pray for strong internet connection and a solid translation.