Self Defence

In reference to the comment by Kelly, i would like to say the following. I do not think that there is any possibility that one will view the culture they go into as better than their own. Our country or culture is the best in the world. However, though one might criticise the place or culture they are in comparative to their own, its not the criticism i have a problem with. It is the careless way that it is done. If the criticism is likely to be heard by, or in this case read, by those one is going to minister to or with, one should consider whether the freedom of speech and expression is worth the price of the offence it is likely to cause.

I am beyond the point of anger on this issue(refer to previous post). Am at a point of disbelief at the apparent carelessness online. In case someone thought i was just mad in my previous post and made things up, i thought id copy another development linked on facebook. Its a shopping list...I'll let you read it as it is...

So many have asked us to tell them what we need, so here it is:
Full Mattress
Twin Mattress
2 Dressers
Coffee Table
End Tables
IKEA Gift Card (we've picked out some things here and feel like the shipping in flat boxes can save us room)
Washer/Dryer
Video Camera
Printer
MacBook
Trampoline
Tools (saws, hammers, nail gun, screw guns, router, screwdrivers)
Raegan wants a telescope for his birthday and won't let me not put it in this list
Curtains (Red, Brown, Yellow, Green, Purple) lined would be great
Sheets
Blankets
Throws (Blankets)
Wal-Mart Gift Cards (for the little things that you can't think of till two days before)

Thank You. Remember you can pray for this list!!

I rest my case

Attention: Field to Missionary

I once had an enlightening discussion with one of my mentors about the problem of modern communication and its effect on missionaries' performance on the field. The issue according to this western career missionary was that the present crop of missionaries never leave home courtesy of the internet and mobile phone. Today, I want to discuss another problem on modern communication, the missionary and the "field"; potential sabotage.

A ministry I worked with is going through a transition and a couple from the west is coming here to head the ministry. The husband whom I will refer to as Mr. MK is an mk (missionary kid). After decades living in his “country of origin”, he came back to Kenya on several mission trips while exploring the possibility of a long term missionary career. In the last visit, the following posts were put up;

"FINALLY! Internet Connection of a normal speed. Hello world! Sat in Nairobi traffic for 2 hours today....to go 2 miles. Almost hit a Zebra on the way here. Family was forced out of the car yesterday because a monkey got in it. KENYA...What an adventure."

"Coming Home tommorow... can't wait for traffic laws that actually are obeyed!"

I don't know why but I expected better from one who lived/ studied here early on in life and after a few short term trips.

His lovely bride put this statement up for our collective consideration:

"Great Trip. I am well, but looking so forward to normal food. Will write more, my trip was such a blessing. Short internet opportunity. More later."

I was in for more. An article (since removed thank God!) was put up last night by his wife. It was an update on their last visit to all their friends as well as an invitation to support their ministry in “Africa”. Can I just say that I hate it when people say that. There are like 52 countries in africa and they like have NAMES!?

Now that thats off my chest, allow me to enlighten you with some of the contents of the post. While this is not entirely a direct quotation, it reproduces the ideas put forward.

vision: there is this orphanage started by these europeans who just built and abandoned it. I would like to get more teams and money from home in order to help. Every time we have gone for short term trips,their store was empty and we stocked it. I dont know what they eat rest of time.

Pray for the kids;
that God will help them to process the level of poverty they will witness and especially because they will not have the things they are used to having

Pray for me;
I am going to have to leave the kids at school and am afraid for their safety
I am afraid that i will be stopped by police with machine guns threatening jail if i dont bribe them
I will have to get used to dogs barking at night at people obviously bent on mischief

Allow me to mention that the children in question are all of five and three and the school could be ranked with the likes of braeburn and ISK. By the way, the location of their home would be the equivalent of Karen. Um, i am pretty sure our police carry a kalashnikov. Just thought I'd throw that in there.

Pray for finances: we will be going around speaking in an effort to raise support and will have to return twice a year to do the same.

oh yes:

I have to buy and pack everything I need for 10 years in a crate. Its 10 by 20ft and will cost $6,000 to transport. We'll be packing furniture, washer/dryer, mattress, etc.

Wow, i know its the third world and everything but the last time i checked, we like have shopping malls and actually they stock mattresses. Vocabulary to consider; Nakumatt. Oh dear but there is a problem with that:

pray for us because i dont know if i can trust the milk we buy in those pouches. I dont know if it was delivered by donkey.

Pray for us because we will have to live out of suitcases for a few weeks with lounge chairs for furniture.

Why, dont you know we still swing around in the trees? You should see where your plane will land....its in the forest complete with lions and everything!..

Now i have played host for western short termers for a while. I have been mentored by and continue to maintain friendships with both short term and long term imperfect missionaries that i love and respect. However, i have say that this is the first time someone has rubbed me the wrong way quite effectively their ignorance and insensitivity.

The fact is that on the friends lists of this couple are the people they will minister with/to. The chances that these people did not read these posts, fast or slow internet, is slim to none courtesy of a little gadget called the mobile phone which (drumrolls please) is used to access facebook. Gasp. Imagine that. Now, I don't know what is worse; that they read the posts and were not offended or that they did and took offence.

In any case, one thing am betting on is that no one will mention it. No one would want to confront them even though they are offended because we would rather not shame them. Instead, people will just put them in the mzungu category. Believe me, that is not a compliment. Worse, if you are a missionary who wants to fit into the culture (not that their expressions signal such intentions), it is the sound of a door slamming shut.

I am praying i never have to work with them because i would be hard pressed to be patient let alone gracious. I know the reason they say they are coming and I believe them but I have a question. Why are they coming?

A Crying Shame

As one inclined to the arts, i am facinated by a good turn of phrase and a story well told. Its a crying shame that the only contact i have these days with my hobby is wading through ninety minutes of some overated film (courtesy of class readings). Somewhere between the unimpressive plot and mediocre acting, however i find a gem to keep.
Is it just me or have movie makers have started using poetry as important turning points or even defining moments for their stories? Take blindside, it did not impress, but the part i liked was the poetry. I admire anyone with the patience and talent to weld a quill like this man does!


The Charge of the Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.


...hmn, a good description of the reason i respect the men and women in uniform.