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February 26, 2009

What do you know about witchdoctors?

My westernized idea of a witchdoctor has forever been altered.

Growing up in Sunday school in the U.S. my view of a witchdoctor was formed by missionary stories I heard in Sunday school and Bible clubs. The word conjured up images of a hardened and angry man of centuries past who had direct communication with Satan and access to his power to curse people.

The past few years I've learned they still exist and are still part of normal life here in Africa. The past few months I've learned that there are two types- those that work a lot with herbs and natural medicine (not sure but I think these men are still involved in witchcraft) and those who clearly deal in the things of Satan through curses and the like. I don't know much and don't want to know much, but they use animal and human parts, especially albinos in their practices. Horrible, horrible things. Here in the area where the Sukuma tribe is predominant, you can often recognize a witchdoctor's home by the round huts with pointed roofs and shells laying on the roofs.

Yesterday my view of witchdoctors radically changed. Yes, they are involved in horrible things, but they are still just men. I joined Ray Weekly, Petro and Pele, Tanzanian assistant pastors, for soul-winning out at Fumagira. A witchdoctor had just moved into the area so they wanted to stop and give him a tract. An older man and his wife and what appeared to be their two teenage daughters were working or sitting around. They invited us to sit and Pele started sharing. They were very open and willing to hear, so Pele went through the whole plan of salvation, in a mixture of Kiswahili and Kisukuma. Only after he shared did another man come out of a hut. I had thought the old man was the witchdoctor until man #2 came along. He was decked out with necklaces made of shells and a red robe/cape draped over one shoulder. Ahh...so this is the witchdoctor. But he couldn't have been older than 20 years old! Later I find out that the 2 teen girls were his wives and the elder couple were neighbors (possibly clients?)

At first he had quite the smirk, but he asked some genuine questions...

"You said there was only one way to heaven, what did you say that way was?"
Pele re-explained: Jesus Christ said He is the way the truth and the life. No man comes to the Father but by Him. We have sinned and deserve the lake of fire, but Jesus died on the cross to take the punishment for our sin...

"So what if someone like me wanted this way, would I have to throw away all my things, the things of my profession?"
Pele's answer: Getting saved is like being born. When we are first born we can't even stand up, then slowly we learn to crawl then stand then walk then run. Change happens slowly. After you receive God's gift of salvation He will in time give you the desire and strength to grow to live more like Him. (I'm not sure how far Pele went from here, but this was the gist of his explanation.)

"So, if I come to church, I don't have to take off my necklaces?"
Pele's answer: No, come only and hear the Word of God from His book the Bible. You are most welcome.

He seemed sincere...no hardened, angry, curse-throwing man; but a searching, logical young man. It makes me wonder how witchdoctors become witchdoctors. Are they born into it? How do they get their training?

Please pray that these 5 people will come to church, will seek the truth, and be genuinely saved!

February 23, 2009

Backyard biology

So... I get up Saturday morning, getting ready to head into town and find a surprise in my kitchen windowsill- inside the house.

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Someone had decided they had found a warm, safe place to enjoy the sun...but not for long! I called for the yard worker, Juma. With his stick and dislike of all snakes, he took care of it in no time.

It was probably a green mamba, a poisonous but not very aggressive snake. Juma set the carcass on a rock in our backyard and it soon became food for a black kite, a large brown bird similar to a hawk.

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Driving in Mwanza, Tanzania

Almost daily I get to experience the adventure of driving in the second largest city in Tanzania. I've had my car over 3 months now and still am not completely used to the road. Why you may ask? Here's a smattering of my many thoughts on a typical day into town.

Here we go again, Lord. Please keep me alert and protect me!

I wonder how long my poor car will take this horribly bumpy driveway. I wonder what is getting joggled out of place in that engine.

Ahhh, back on a main road, nice and smooth. Oops...hit the brakes quick...forgot about that speed bump.

Can that truck in front of me get anymore bags of coal on it? I hope they're tied down well. what would I do if one fell off? it'd probably break my windshield. Maybe I'll get a bit more distance behind it.

Ah... where did that motorcycle come from? I wonder if these guys have to take any type of driving test. They've made up their own set of rules!

Oops...'nother speed bump.

Ok...that taxi is pulling in front of me, that daladala (a van-size public transportation bus) is coming on my left, don't cross in front of me now Mr-on-the-bicycle. Oh, that fruit cart was TOO close for comfort! Whew...made it!

First round-about. It's amazing how well these things work and nice not to have to stop for red lights all through town. Oh...watch it people, don't cross yet, I'm coming.

Pe-uww! Thank you for your exhaust Mr-semi-in-front-of-me.

Now, where am I going...oh yeah, post office. Hello Police officer, are you going to stop me today? Nope, I guess not.

In and out quick at the PO. That was nice!

Now reverse the order of the thoughts and we're back home again. :-)

Everyday I have cause to thank the Lord for His safety! and Thank you to those who pray!! I need it!

February 19, 2009

Tutaonana Babu!

Do remember the babu? The old man I was visiting every week. This week he was moved to a home for the elderly and handicapped in Musoma (about 3 hours away), and last week... such good news!... he got saved!!!!!

Knowing it would be my last week to visit, Angel and I visited him Tues morning and I read John 18-19, the crucifixion of Jesus. We went back on Friday and I read John 20, the resurrection. He had heard the story before, but he seemed to be really listening. One time I looked up from reading and realized he was leaning forward to hear.

After reading the resurrection I reread John 20:31 "But these are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye might have life through his name." I asked him again, why did Jesus die? yes, for our sins. We talked about sin again and for the first time he admitted that he was a sinner and needed a Savior! After Angel talked with him some more (I get lost as soon as the Swahili flies at normal speed), we asked him if he was ready today to received God's gift of salvation.

I know there is much I need to learn about witnessing here. People are eager to please or to "save face" so they'll do whatever you ask. I have no idea what was really going through the babu's mind and heart, but he did pray repeating after me. Only God knows but it seemed genuine.

Now he has moved and I already miss him. Maybe someday Angel and I will get the opportunity to visit him in Musoma... and maybe someday you all will get to meet him in heaven! Tutaonana Babu! See you later!

Highlights

Much has happened the last few weeks, so I'll stick to the highlights...

*I had a fire in my oven- trying to learn how to make yoghurt and had left a batch in the oven in a tupperware container wrapped in towels to "ferment." And yes, I forgot about it, turned the oven on to make dinner, the towels caught on fire, quite a mess. Good-bye beloved kitchen towels and tupperware!

*I was told I'm not an official African missionary until I get malaria... well, now I'm official! Went to get tested last week and had a count-3. My friend and nurse, Erin Carter (working here in a clinic for 6 months) said they usually hospitalize those with count 3-5 if there are other symptoms. Thankfully my only symptom was fatigue. I started on some medicine and stayed home and slept for 3 days. I'm so thankful it was such a minor case!

*Got to go to the Serengeti!!! Some friends were planning a camping trip, so I decided that was the perfect use of my Christmas money! spent 2 full days in the national park looking at animals and lots of birds (the Tans are serious birders!). Then we spent 2 nights just outside the Serengeti relaxing at a campground. What a treat! My fourth time to be in Africa and I finally get to see some giraffes! :-)

Gordon and Peggy Tans, Erin Carter, and me.
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Can you find the leopard?
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25 elephants crossed the road right in front of us!
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February 2, 2009

Church service at Ibungilo

I went to church at Ibungilo yesterday, our "church on the hill." This is the first Independent Baptist Church that Greg Wagoner started in the area over a decade ago. It is now indigenous and also home of the bi-yearly Bible college.

I stopped to pick up some neighbors, but was disappointed... no one showed up at our designated corner. I ended up giving three girls a ride to their church at the bottom of the hill. Showing up at 10am at Ibungilo there were only a handful of people in the building.

The adult Sunday school started shortly thereafter. A Bible college student, Phineas, is teaching through the book of Numbers. Different people were asked to read the chapter a paragraph at a time with Phineas explaining each section. We looked at how God honored the daughters of Zelophehad's request for land; God told Moses it was his time to be "gathered unto his people"; Moses' request for a leader to replace him; and God's announcement that Joshua was to be the next leader. I probably got about 40-50% of what Phineas said (Sunday school and the morning service are all in Swahili). Mwili, another Bible college student, asked if it was God's desire to give women a portion of inheritances today. There was quite a bit of discussion. Unfortunately I didn't catch their conclusion! :-)

After 10 or so minutes of "milling around," the morning service started. We sang several songs out of a Swahili hymn book, then a couple "pambios"- African praise songs. The choir sang...

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...then two solos. After the offering, we sang one more song, slow and worshipful to prepare our hearts for the message. Mchungaji (Pastor) Delphinus preached from John 21. Again, I didn't catch all of it, but I know he talked about loving God. Peter and the disciples were told to wait in Galilee for the Savior. After awhile Peter decided to go fishing. "Are you faithfully doing what God has asked of you, or have you strayed?" Mch Delphinus asked. Also, after reading the account where Jesus asks Peter three times if he loved Him, we were challenged to examine our own love for the Savior.

At the invitation, 8 or 10 people came forward to pray. I love it that there seems to be no fear to come forward in this group of believers here in Mwanza. At almost every invitation (no matter what Independent Baptist church I'm visiting) people kneel before their Lord without shame.

After the invitation there was a brief announcement time, a song and greeting circle (where everyone shakes everyone's hand), and a prayer.

By this time it was 1pm and I was getting hungry. :-) There was another meeting after the service, but I decided to leave. I dropped 3 kids off at their home and an older lady, Magdalena. I had no idea just how far away her home was before I agreed to take her home! I finally made it home at 2. :-)