Fredna's Findings

In Remembrance

2011-10-10T15:22:00.003+02:00

We received word this week that Rev. Jacques Vernaud, long-time missionary to Africa, passed away while visiting in South Africa. He leaves a legacy of ministry that has impacted men, women, boys and girls for eternity. Gaylord and I had the privilege of ministering with him at his church, La Borne A/G, in the Democratic Republic of Congo in January of this year.

Each week approximately 8000 people attend one of three services, and many others join by radio or television broadcasts. As you watch the video clip below that was taken during one of the morning services, you will hear the choir sing in French "You Deserve the Glory" as the congregants worship the Lord. May we rejoice at the home-going of a servant of God and pray for his family and friends.

A Load of Bicycles

2011-10-09T21:49:00.003+02:00

At our recent General Assembly, 200 pastors received a bicycle, and each division received a motorcycle – thanks to the generosity of First Assembly of God, Griffin, Georgia. Pastor Randy Valimont was the keynote speaker for the meetings, and the church was encouraged and challenged by his ministry.

In a country were the majority of people walk, bicycles are a real blessing. To the many pastors who walk 30 kilometers on Sundays to preach at one or more churches, bicycles are a real blessing. This national church and this missionary team say thank you to Pastor Valimont and church family. YOU are a real blessing!

Marines to the Rescue

2011-10-08T22:01:00.002+02:00

You never know what slogans or business or

organization names you are going to see on

t-shirts in Africa. We were recently conducting

a medical clinic at a church where we had just

constructed a tabernacle. I looked down and

saw this little guy and couldn’t resist taking his

photo.

Malawi has had some political and economic

challenges lately. It is good to know that there

is a junior g.i. marine standing ready to serve

and protect. I feel safer already. Semper fi!

And That’s How to Tie a Chitenje

2011-10-05T21:30:00.002+02:00

In Malawi a 2-meter piece of cloth is known as a chitenje. A chitenje has more uses than you can imagine, but one of them is to tie a baby on your back. Now the little lady pictured below improvised on that function and, during the middle of Sunday song service, struggled to tie a shoe on her back. Over and over she tried and failed, until finally mission accomplished. What a cutie! Thanks for the lesson.

Malawi Matters Newsletter: June 2011

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Malawi Matters Newsletter: March 2011

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Christmas Reflections

2010-12-26T21:08:00.001+02:00

If you know me well, you know that I am basically a deeply emotional and passionate person who displays emotion and passion in a very controlled manner. For the most part I take life as it comes, making the most of situations while trying to make them better as I can. I try not to let things get me down for long, though I do allow myself the privilege of feeling deep emotion, processing it, and then trying to store it in its proper place in order to allow life to function as it should.

There are major life events, such as separation or death, that present challenges to this approach to life, but all in all, it seems to work for me the majority of the time. This allows me to focus on the present and the future and to accomplish what I feel I am called to accomplish.

Another interruption to my emotional schedule presents itself at Christmas, specifically the period immediately following Christmas when all of the decorations are being dismantled and stored for another year. For this brief stint of time, all of my efforts to focus on what I do have, yield to the strong sense of what I don’t have. All of the recognition of the blessings I have, exchange their position in my thoughts and feelings for the overwhelming reality of the blessings I am missing. For a brief span, I am reminded of my three children who continue to live life day in and day out without me having the the luxury of getting to be involved up-close and in-person. I am reminded of my deceased mother, whose friendship is irreplaceable. I think of days gone by from childhood to the present with all stops and points and people and places along the way. The home that harbored me last week, will haunt me next week.

Though I may experience some sadness during this time, I do not couple that with regret. I have told my husband and children on various occasions that when I pass from this life, they can know that I feel God has given me the best at every stage of my life: childhood, high school, college, profession, marriage, children, family, friends, calling. I am abundantly blessed.

A young friend and I had a discussion the other day in which I stated, “Love makes me cry.”

“Me too!” was her reply.

If I shed a tear or two during this period, it is because of love – love of a savior who gave Himself for me and then added to that so many incredible people and opportunities to experience life to the fullest. If you know me well, then you know that I love you. And now you know that today I am thinking about you, missing you, and thanking God for you.

With that expressed, I think that I will store these emotions in a sacred place and embrace the new year with passion and purpose – adding even more people, places, and events to my Christmas thoughts in years to come.

What’s in a Name Anyway?

2010-12-06T15:26:00.001+02:00

Americans tend to link their identities so much to their names. We are taught the importance of knowing other people’s names and acknowledging them by their names. This is not so in Africa. It is not uncommon for people to name and re-name themselves, nor is it uncommon for them to know each other for years and not know each other’s full name. If you misunderstand an introduction and call a person by the wrong name, that is not a problem.

I was reminded of this again this week in talking with a young man that I met when we first came to Malawi. I thought that he was introduced to me as Vincent. I see this man on a somewhat-regular basis and always acknowledge him by his name.

This week Vincent was at our house, and after I greeted him, Gaylord asked me why I call him Vincent. Of course, my answer was that that is his name. “No, it’s not,” Gaylord said. “His name is Garnet.”

Garnet? What? So I asked Vincent aka Garnet what his name was. “Garnet,” he said. I went on to relate how I have always called him Vincent, and he has always answered me. I wondered why I thought his name was Vincent. “I don’t know, madam,” was his reply.

In an effort to ease my troubled mind, I pursued the matter a bit further. I am usually so good about remembering a person’s name because, after all, that is so important to us Americans. “Garnet, I am still trying to figure out why I call you Vincent. Does anyone ever call you Vincent?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Finally, I knew there was a reason I would make such a blunder. “Who?” I asked.

“You, madam.”

To this, I refer to my blog post title: What’s in a Name Anyway? End of that discussion with Garnet.

Where Could I Go?

2010-12-06T13:17:00.001+02:00

If you listen closely, you will recognize this old hymn: "Where Could I Go But to the Lord?" sung in Chichewa.

The response at the end is "God is good - all the time, and all the time - God is good, especially to me, oh my, oh my, oh my, because He is faithful".

Malawi Matters Newsletter: December 2010

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Malawi Matters Newsletter: September 2010

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Malawi Matters Newsletter: June 2010

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Expect the Unexpected

2010-06-27T20:19:00.001+02:00

If there is anything that I have learned while living in Africa, it is to expect the unexpected. The most consistent element of life here is its inconsistency. I have come to realize that that is not a bad thing. It is just the way it is.

Today’s events provided yet another example of this reality. We arrived at church with the intention to conclude a three-day set of revival services that had already been revised and altered to accommodate the changing needs of the church and village. We were greeted by the pastor, who advised us that rather than having church, we would be preaching the funeral of the two-year-old daughter of a church member. A minister here knows that he must be prepared for whatever ministry need dictates at the moment, so we assisted with those needing a lift and navigated the rough terrain to the neighboring village for the service.

An explanation of a Malawi funeral would fail to adequately relate the event. Men and women sit in separate locations. The body of the deceased is housed in a casket in a room filled with female mourners who are singing and attempting to bring comfort to the bereaved. Women outside are busy cooking over open fires, enough food to feed all those in attendance. The menu usually consists of nsima, rice, meat, and cooked vegetables of some sort. Other than the chairs provided for those of honor, seating for the group is on the ground. There are pockets of people scattered among the houses and structures. Great respect is shown in a solemn atmosphere while friends and family share conversation and necessary activities.

Once the meal is prepared and served, the service begins. Men form a circle around the casket and sit on the ground in a cleared, open area designated for the service. Women and children sit on the ground in an outer area. Most of the service is conducted in Chichewa. I am told that the sermons have less to do with the person’s life and more to do with Christian teaching. There may be more than one person who shares during the memorial. A list of those giving donations for the funeral is read. A prayer concludes this part of the ceremony, and the casket is then carried or transported by vehicle to the burial site.

Attendees by the hundreds walk behind the casket to the gravesite with singing and the wailing of mourners. Once there, men sit closest to the body, while the women sit on the parameter of the area. More thoughts are shared, prayer is offered, then the casket is lowered into the ground, and the grave is covered by men from the village as a last means of respect and duty. Final comments and prayer are shared, and then the crowd walks back to the village area.

As you can surmise, this process is not concise. Funerals here consume much of the day. The process offers an opportunity for those in attendance to actively or passively express acts of kindness to the family of the departed. Though it may sound odd, I enjoy the sense of community and camaraderie expressed at a Malawi funeral. For a brief moment in time, I am part of a shared experience. Easing the sting of death becomes a common goal of all.

Though unexpected, I expect that ministry today was performed by more than just the preacher and that the message was heard by all. My continued thoughts and prayers are with this mother and her family.

(Please note that all photos were not taken today but were taken with permission of participants. No photos were taken at the burial site.)

Malawi Matters Newsletter: March 2010

2010-05-03T16:06:00.001+02:00

Our God Is Mighty to Save

2010-05-02T06:54:00.002+02:00

Thanks to all of you who faithfully support us in finances and in prayer. Truly, our God is mighty to save those who come to Him with repentant hearts. This clip highlights some of our ministry in Malawi, Africa.

Honk if …..

2010-05-01T19:08:00.001+02:00

I had a panic moment today when I went to use my horn, and it wouldn’t honk. I knew that my horn had been very weak since my return from the USA, but today it was not weak; it was dead. Tap – nothing; tap again – still nothing.

I suddenly was struck with the question of why this disturbed me so. I actually felt unsafe. I began to think that in my whole life until two years ago, I possibly honked the horn on my cars a total of, maybe, ten times. In stark contrast, I probably honk my horn at least that many times in a week here in Malawi.

In a country where traffic signals and laws are regarded as suggestions and not requirements, I have come to depend on the ability to honk. Honk for the security guard to open the gate; honk for the pedestrian to discontinue his game of frogger across the roadway; honk for the bicycle to realize that car trumps bicycle; honk for the driver who creates a third lane of traffic where there are barely two; honk for the friend whose attention you want to get. I suddenly acknowledged and valued an object I had taken for granted.

So tonight I bid adieu to my old horn and welcome my new. Ah, I feel better already!

Field of Souls

2010-02-12T18:23:00.005+02:00

This is the video presentation that we use as part of our services while in the USA. We have not had a full itineration since departing for the field in January 2005, so there has not been a chance to show it to many of you in person.

This highlights some of the ministry that we have done while in Namibia and Malawi, Africa. We are involved in preaching, teaching, constructing, and sharing the good news of the gospel of Jesus Christ by whatever means needed by our national church leadership.

If you listen to the words of this song as you watch the clip, you will hear our philosophy of ministry. We agree with the words of our Lord that the fields are "white unto harvest". We work our corner of the Master's harvest field, as we trust that you work yours. We each have a vital role to play in sharing the message of the cross. May we each be granted much fruit for our labor.

God bless you as we work the field of souls together.

We Love Sundays

2009-10-18T22:48:00.001+02:00

We had another great day of ministry today in the town of Nkhamenya. Four students from the Bible school went with us and participated in teaching Sunday school, interpreting, and assisting as needed. We had a great time singing and praying in the car on the two-hour journey to the church location.

God was so very gracious to spare the life of a small child who ran out in front of our fast-moving vehicle. It was truly miraculous that we did not hit her. We always pray for traveling safety as we travel the very-dangerous roads in this country.

The pastor, his family, and church were very warm and receptive to our ministry. A young man in the congregation was wearing a “Dont’ Mess With Texas” t-shirt. I had him assist me in welcoming the congregation with the Texas greeting "howdy”. Believe it or not, this is not an easy word for most, since they have never heard it before.

Knowing that Bible school students sacrifice so much to attend school and have very little money for personal items, the church did a very considerate thing and gave our guests toiletry items. That is no small gesture for one in need!

It is always a joy to shake hands with the people at the conclusion of the service. And, of course, there is always time for photographs or jambula. Thanks, Pastor and Family, for such a great day of ministry.

Live Offering

2009-10-18T21:49:00.001+02:00

I can honestly say that we received an offering today unlike any that we have received before. At the conclusion of today’s service, the pastor announced that the church would like to bless us with a special gift. At that, a man entered with a live goat with feet tied. How interesting!

As he brought him near us, I was just about getting over the marvel of it all when the animal bleated loudly – sending us into shock and laughter. The random, harsh cry was a bit unnerving, but we couldn’t help but laugh. The church really enjoyed our reaction. We were so humbled and thankful and shocked, all at the same time.

A frustrated goat sounds very much like a frustrated human being or baby. I must be honest, all the way home the random bleating of this creature elicited reactions from all of us. What a hoot!

Fishy Business

2009-10-14T22:43:00.001+02:00

On the way back from Mkaika Sunday, I couldn’t resist the urge to stop and shop for fish for our ANTS students’ lunch on Monday. We fried up some local potatoes, added some cabbage slaw, and had a great meal of fish and chips. Did I mention that the vendors tied them to the side mirror and front cattle guard for transport home?

Ministry in Mkaika

2009-10-14T20:10:00.001+02:00

This weekend we ministered in the trading center of Mkaika in the Nkhotakota District of Malawi. We began on Friday night by showing the first half of the “Jesus” film with Gaylord closing the service.

Saturday consisted of a morning teaching session on the Holy Spirit, lunch, and an afternoon session on marriage and family – with the men sitting on one side of the church and the women on the other. Gaylord shared, and then he and I conducted a question and answer segment. Very interesting! That night we showed the last half of the “Jesus” film, again followed by Gaylord ministering. Sunday morning service concluded the weekend before the two-hour trip trip home.

We were accompanied by three Bible school students from Assemblies of God School of Theology (AGST): Kenneth, Roland, and John. All three were instrumental in assisting with ministry functions from praise and worship to interpreting to children’s ministry to setting up and tearing down. What a great time we had!

We were privileged on Saturday afternoon to make a trip to the fishing village of Matumbi, where we conducted a crusade last year. We were greeted warmly by adults and children alike. It was great to see many of the church and village people who had attended. We brought a present to the village chief who converted from Islam to Christianity last year. Unfortunately, he had taken his wife to the hospital with health complications.

As usual we were treated to very nice food. Being on the lakeshore this included delicious fish. What a blessing these ladies and this ministry are.

At the conclusion of the weekend, the church expressed their appreciation by giving us clay pots, ground nuts, and chitinji cloth, wrapped around my head and body in traditional Malawi fashion.

We thank God for every opportunity we have to share the gospel at home and abroad.

Enough Said

2009-10-13T22:08:00.001+02:00

I took this snapshot for the 3KC. Lewis was more than happy to model for me. Read the t-shirt. Enough said!

Not Just Another Sunday

2009-09-30T15:51:00.001+02:00

What a great time we had this past weekend ministering at Mastimale A/G in Ntcheu! Many Sundays find us worshipping in some sort of enclosed structure, but that was not so this day. We had the wonderful opportunity to sit under an open-air tabernacle made of gum poles and thatch. The temperature was in the upper 70s or low 80s, and with a slight breeze, the weather was perfect.

God bless this gracious teacher who tried to conduct Sunday school while SOMEONE was trying to capture the moment with a camera.

Praise and worship time was followed by special music from the OMCs (women’s group) and children’s choir.

With the men on one side and women on the other, Gaylord preached a sermon on mantha (fear) using David and Goliath as examples. Can you guess which is which!

The children bow their heads for prayer before the convener calls for a special offering for us. This included pumpkin leaves, ground nuts, beans, and kwacha. With the assistance of her small daughter, she concluded the service.

After service everyone headed for home, and the pastor and his wife hosted us for a delicious dinner at their home.

The trench system in this photo indicates the beginning of a permanent structure for this assembly. May God grant them favor and provision as they build to the glory of God.

September 2009 Newsletter

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My “Little Ones”

2009-09-13T20:44:00.001+02:00

Well, I got to see my “little ones” today when we preached at Miracle Temple A/G in Nkhotakota. Those who have followed my blog will remember the sad story of the young mother who was tragically killed in a car accident almost a year ago. We got to visit with the father and children today, and it was so good to see them and to give them a big hug.

The youngest child came and sat with me and Gaylord at the beginning of the service, and I fought back tears as I thought of so much that this little one is missing by not knowing his wonderful mother. I am so thankful that this dad is faithfully serving the Lord and continuing to hold his precious family together. God continue to grant His comfort and strength to this family remains my prayer.

Babies, Babies, Babies

2009-08-25T17:42:00.001+02:00

Today I spent time at the crisis baby nursery in our city. This is a project that cares for some of the smallest orphans in Malawi with the capacity to care for approximately 40 infants at a time. At present there are 16 babies. These infants are cared for during their crisis period while arrangements are made to place them with relatives or adoptive families.

Any of you who know me, know how much I have always loved babies. What fun I had! I WILL go back.

Check my Facebook for an album containing more photos.

In Christ Alone

2009-08-25T09:23:00.001+02:00

What a great devotional time I have enjoyed this morning. I have been so encouraged by the declaration of this mighty hymn. I don’t know how much of its effect is lost without the melody, but I trust that the words will ignite a spark of victory and assurance in you as it does in me. It is one of my favorites.

IN CHRIST ALONE (Avalon)

In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
‘Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
‘Til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand

On Friendship

2009-08-18T10:11:00.001+02:00

A situation today gave me reason to ponder the meaning of friendship. We use that word a lot, but what are its real implications?

A national pastor’s wife and I were in the store shopping. As is part of her custom, she gestured to carry the shopping basket for me. Though being uncomfortable with this practice, I have come to realize that for the sake of this lady’s honor, I must subdue my pride and allow her to do this for me. I have resisted this from others in the past, only to be chided inwardly by their deflated countenance upon my rejection.

You must understand that the African culture is very respectful of pastors, elders, and those they hold in high esteem. Their means of expression for this is to render to one so honored, acts of service. This is very refreshing and humbling and appreciated all at the same time – and certainly an element of courtesy that is lacking in my culture.

So why do I struggle with it. Simply put – it is because I am white. If I enter a store with another white person, and she gestures to carry my basket, I am not as hesitant. But if I enter a store with a national, and she gestures to carry my basket, I pause. Why? Because as a white person, I do not want to propagate the attitude of supremacy on my part or servitude on hers. I want to reciprocate the honor due my friend. I want to maintain my self-reliance and independence and afford her the same.

So when we got in the car, I broached this subject. In sharing with her how very grateful I was for her act of kindness, I also shared with her how it made me feel. She began to smile as she responded.

“That is very interesting that you should say that,” she said. “A gentleman in the store asked me if I work for you. I told him, ‘No.’ He then asked what I was doing with you, and I told him that you are my friend. His response: ‘Your friend? Can a black person and a white person be friends?’”

There it was again – white. That statement served as an exclamation point to my feelings. Because the color of my skin is white, and the color of hers is not, the assumption by many is that we cannot be friends.

How can that be? When I am laughing with a friend at a silly happening, celebrating the wedding of a friend on her special day, rejoicing with a friend at the birth of her child, embracing a friend who has just lost a loved one, receiving news of a terminal illness with a friend, laboring together with a friend to develop ministries to impact her community, or praying with a friend for a miracle that only God can perform – am I then white, while she is not? At those moments and almost every other, I don’t see skin color. I don’t pause to wonder if our differences dictate our level of relationship. I simply choose to be a friend, and she likewise.

I suppose that for many, skin color will always be a barrier to true friendship. I suppose there will always be those who resist the notion that who we are on the inside, is who we really are.

Perhaps my view that we can be friends is slanted by the fact that my older brother was a Jewish carpenter, my other brothers and sisters are multi-ethnic, and I am not even sure that my Father bears any racial affiliation. We are the family of God, and that alone affords us the luxury of friendships based on love, not skin pigmentation. How I wish that all could see that.

Underestimated

2009-08-08T23:10:00.001+02:00

There are at least three things that I had underestimated before coming to Africa.

The first is the hauling capacity of a bicycle. We have seen everything from babies to barrels and everything in between carried via bicycles in this country. Who would have known?

The second is the effectiveness of flannelgraphs in this day and age. For those of you who are not familiar with flannelgraphs, those are the little paper or cloth figures with felt-like properties on the back that cause them to stick to flannel. They are used to tell Bible stories. These were very popular when I was a child but have long-since been replaced by more technologically-advanced mediums in the USA. In our location stories come alive with these figures to children and adults who are not used to visuals used for story-telling.

The third thing I had underestimated is the appeal of the Jesus film. I was so excited about this project when it first came out years ago. The concept was great: produce a film telling the life of Christ and make it available to people groups around the world in their own languages. I must admit that the film itself seemed less than quality to me when I first saw it, but watching it on this side of the world among people who have limited or no exposure to other movies or television shows, makes me realize what a valuable ministry tool this really is. It is so incredible to sit out under the stars surrounded by men, women, boys, and girls who are mesmerized by the film and by the message it brings.

Oh, that I would always view things around me with fresh eyes and be ready to utilize each for spreading the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Missionary Field Retreat

2009-08-04T21:54:00.001+02:00

Our team leader decided that it was time for our field to combine business with pleasure and scheduled a retreat on the shores of Lake Malawi at Danforth Yatching. Any spot on the lake would offer a wonderful setting for such a meeting, but this was especially fun for our group.

Our team presently on the ground consists of Bill & Sharon Johnston, Larry & Rhonda Allen, John & Judy Young, and Gaylord & myself. The Allens are just returning from furlough, and the Youngs are here working on construction projects. It was so great to share in times of administration, devotion and recreation together.

As we left, we visited the site where the first missionaries to Malawi are buried.

As the local newspaper back home would add, “A great time was had by all!”

Nchalo A/G

2009-08-04T17:07:00.001+02:00

Below are photos from our ministry at Nchalo A/G this past weekend. Pastor Kadzokoya, his wife and church family made us feel very welcome. We had a great service and enjoyed lunch on the banks of the Shire River with the pastors and a couple of elders from the church.

Just some of the sights enroute…including the unique ambulance, detour through the sugar plantation and beautiful sunset.

Kamphata

2009-08-04T16:35:00.001+02:00

Today we visited the trading center of Kamphata in search of land to purchase for the construction of a church/Bible school extension center. It was great spending time with the pastor and his family.

A muzungu (white person) with a camera can always draw a crowd, and there is never a shortage of things to see along the way.

Have I ever mentioned all the things you can transport with a bicycle or on your head?!

Malawi A/G General Assembly

2009-08-04T16:14:00.001+02:00

Pastors and laity from the Malawi A/G gathered in Lilongwe for their annual General Assembly. The day sessions were held indoors, while the night rallies were conducted outdoors in the cool, winter air.

President Lazarus Chakwera introduced the main speaker for this year’s event, Rev. George Phillips from the U.S. Virgin Islands. What a timely word he shared with the church! All of our hearts were challenged to strive for continued excellence in our ministries. Dr. Phillips sentiment that “the rest of your days are the best of your days” elicited a response from the audience.

Especially enjoyable were the night rallies in the open air. Though there were many challenges with lighting and electricity, we enjoyed the presence of God with special singing, dancing and anointed preaching.

The commissioning service for missionaries going out from Malawi to other parts of Africa was very moving. We Americans sometimes fail to note that God is raising up missionaries from all parts of the world to all parts of the world.

And what pentecostal meeting would be complete without food and fellowship? One of our pastors refers to this as “swallowship”. Kind of a catchy phrase!

Praise God for what He is doing in and through the Malawi A/G and for allowing us to be a part of this amazing fellowship.

Njewa A/G

2009-08-04T16:02:00.001+02:00

We were blessed to minister at Njewa A/G in the Lilongwe area. Pastor Fannie and her congregation presently meet in a school room that they have outgrown. They are in the process of building a new church, as the Lord enables them financially.

If you have never tasted traditional Malawi cooking, you cannot even imagine how good this meal tastes. We look forward to it every Sunday.

Pastor Fannie gave Gaylord a special honor by offering him the egg that came from the inside of the laying hen that they killed and cooked for lunch.

In deference to her position, he allowed her the honor instead. What a guy!

Trip to the USA #4

2009-08-03T21:38:00.001+02:00

If you are thinking that I crammed a lot into 5 weeks, you are correct; I did! I was in four states during that time and tried to tend to ministry business and raise funds as well as enjoy all that I could of my family. This post shares photos of members of my family and random scenes along the way.

“Welcome Home” cake that Adriane baked

Shelby and Adriane

Caleb

Getting rid of the sofa/sleeper that we had had for over 25 years

Woody re-discovers Taco Bueno

Shelby

Caleb

Adriane and her dog, Maggie (yes, Adriane, she IS a dog!)

Silly times at Old Navy

Still wish I had bought these goofy shoes – but didn’t

Silly times continue

They just don’t make vendor sunshades like they used to!

Adriane’s alter ego

4th of July at the Texas State Fairgrounds

Random hot air balloon festival in Longview

Shelby

Adriane

Caleb

Arrival at John Wayne Airport, Santa Ana, CA followed by first glance at Caleb’s short-lived mohawk

My sister, Lynda, and her grandbaby, Mamie

My brother Michael and his wife, Kim

With my dad and brother Dewayne

My sister, Lynda; nephew, Nathan; brother-in-law, Jan; and great-niece, Mamie

Michael and Kim during a hard’s day work at their place

The 1956 Chevrolet pickup that I learned to drive in

A view of the barn on my parents’ place – lots of fun times here growing up

Caddo Mills Foxes water tower needs a paint job

My great-niece, Mamie

A Whataburger for Gaylord

Woody and the Giant Peach

My sister-in-law Tammy, nephew Jentry, and his girlfriend Jana

Me and my dad, and Mamie taking a nap

Lots of wonderful memories made on this trip!

Trip to the USA #3

2009-08-03T17:56:00.001+02:00

One of the objectives of this trip was to meet with Loretta Wideman concerning TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) training that will be conducted in Malawi next year. We met in Oklahoma City.

Adriane accompanied me on this trip, and we went to the Oklahoma City Bombing Memorial.

Upon our return, we painted and re-decorated the living room and kitchen area of Adriane’s apartment.

Trip to the USA #2

2009-08-03T17:37:00.001+02:00

I had the privilege to speak to the “Crave” youth group…

and to the adults at Greenville First Assembly.

I was blessed to be able to visit Caleb in California and to see where he lives and where he works.

We attended church at the LA Dream Center….

…hit some Hollywood hotspots….

…and spent some time at the beach.

Trip to the USA #1

2009-08-03T16:57:00.001+02:00

In early June, I went to the United States for some ministry functions. While there I was also able to spend some time with each of our three children.

Missions night at the North Texas District Council was very inspirational. It was great to see missionary colleagues from around the world and pastors and friends from across our district. Dave Roever challenged our hearts with a project to train pastors and lay leaders in Vietnam through partnership with Global University.

Adriane, Shelby, and I decided to take a girls’ road trip to Hot Springs, Arkansas. None of us had ever enjoyed the thermal baths and massage treatment. What fun we had!

I was there for my sister’s 57th birthday….

…and to attend Adriane’s opera performance.

More photos in USA Trip #2 so that the file is not so large to download. There are also many more photos on my Facebook page if you are interested.

I’m Back!

2009-08-03T15:46:00.001+02:00

Just a quick entry to say that I am back in the office. I had to get back just to get some rest! After a 5-week ministry trip to the States, I arrived just in time for General Assembly. Before that event was over, a team from Plainview, Texas, arrived. We spent nearly two weeks in ministry to the Lilongwe area. The day following the team’s departure, our missionary team had a field retreat in the southern part of the country. We went straight from there to Blantyre and ministered in Nchalo yesterday.

All of that to say, “I’m back!” My goal is to blog some of the great moments these activities provided personally and for the ministry.

June 2009 Newsletter

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March 2009 Newsletter

2009-05-23T09:01:00.001+02:00

What Meaneth This?

2009-05-23T08:13:00.001+02:00

Do you know what the black markings on the fingers in this photo indicate?

If you said that it indicates that this man voted in the recent presidential election, then you are correct! When a person votes for members of parliament, he dips his right finger in indelible ink, and when he votes for the president, he dips his left finger in the same ink. It is almost impossible to remove without leaving some residue in the fingernail bed.

The purpose? This prevents a person from voting more than once! And now you know!

ANTS Invade Pizza

2009-05-23T07:25:00.001+02:00

Have you ever had a meal overtaken by ants? I did this week, but it is probably not what you are thinking. Remember that ANTS is the acronym for All Nations Theological Seminary, and we are currently in session with our second class this year. Tuesday we had a pizza party at our home with all of the students, and I can honestly say that ANTS invaded the pizza, and IT WAS GREAT!

It was nice to take a break from studies and to relax for a little while. I am very blessed to be associated with such a fine group of men and women.

My Fair Lady Tea

2009-04-27T21:46:00.001+02:00

One of the local Assembly of God churches, International Christian Assembly (ICA), sponsored its first Women’s International Network (WIN) event. There were ladies in attendance from all parts of the world, including Britain, Australia, New Zealand, India, America, and many African nations.

All ladies were encouraged to wear outfits common to their home country and to participate in a style show.

We were treated to a demonstration of how to tie African headdresses.

Tea and treats were served while we were ministered to in song. The testimony of a former Muslim concluded the afternoon event.

What a great time we had sharing food, fellowship, and faith!

Crashing Dilemma

2009-04-19T20:31:00.001+02:00

I am recovering from the crash of my laptop hard drive. The first technician I took it to confirmed that the mother board was good but that the hard drive was gone – along with ALL of my data. Ugh! As I explored HP’s website, I was given hope that my model might fall under an extended warranty for a problem such as this. Of course, that failed to be the case. Not giving up hope, I took the damaged hard drive to another technician who was recommended to me, and, fortunately, he was able to restore much of my data. Praise the Lord, and thank you, Godfrey!

The most important data that could not be recovered was my Outlook information. That was huge, since I have come to use my computer as my portable filing system and office. I had an old data file from a year ago on my backup drive, so most of what is missing is the past year’s worth of information and correspondence.

If any of you have matters that I am supposed to be dealing with and am not, PLEASE remind me. If you sent me some hilarious email, PLEASE re-send it, especially the one about Texas wives. If you sent something truly inspirational, I would like to be inspired all over again, PLEASE. Any updates to emails or addresses in the past year, I need, so PLEASE send.

I think you catch my drift. I want to stay connected, so I need for you to send me what I lost.

Lesson learned: backup Outlook file to external drive as regularly as you do photos and documents.

Some Random Shots from Today

2009-04-19T19:47:00.001+02:00

Today we preached at Chiseka A/G in the area of Bunda outside of Lilongwe. Our host pastors were Abusa and Mai Sillia. We took with us two students from Assemblies of God School of Theology, Kenneth and Bonface. Kenneth served as Gaylord’s interpreter. We trust that this was his first of many services with us.

Pastor Sillia showed me ground nuts (peanuts) from his garden. He and his church sent us home with fresh pumpkins and sweet potatoes. What a blessing!

And, as always, there were beautiful faces and smiles and sights in abundance.

Another great day of ministry in Malawi!

Ode to The 3 Kids Club

2009-03-23T22:37:00.001+02:00

It has been almost a year since I have seen my three children, aka The 3 Kids Club. Not a day goes by that I don't think about them and pray for them. I love getting photos of them and the people and places that they are encountering while we are absent one from another.

Today I was gripped with a sense of sadness when I received spring break snapshots. I loved seeing their smiling faces and vicariously enjoining their escapades, but I began to miss them.

It seems that when the work has you busy, you can almost forget what you are missing by living so far from "home". You can almost tell yourself that one or two or even three years is not really that long. But in reality, it is. There are many moments and memories and conversations that will never be created together in this span of time. I miss that.

The thought that gripped me today as I looked at some of their photos was how very special these three young people really are. Each is full of life and love and such an eagerness to embrace all that life will allow them. They each have a good heart and are kind and caring individuals. Unique, intense, extreme, passionate, irreverent - yep, that's them and their collective sense(s) of humor. But earnest and sincere Christians they are, each striving to perfect this walk of faith that we all endeavor to master.

The question that surfaces in my mind is: "Who is fully enjoying each of my kids' wonderful attributes?" If I were there, I would try to absorb as much of them as I could. I could be content to be in the same room with them, talking or playing games or watching TV or just looking at them, as if to brandish their images in my mind and spirit forever. Or we could go to the mall or the movies or take a walk in the neighborhood.

May God grant The 3 Kids Club significant friends in their lives who realize how really great they are. Love and miss you moocho mucho. You make me proud!

Mzuzu Ministry

2009-02-11T17:39:00.001+02:00

We have traveled to the northern city of Mzuzu a couple of times for ministry, and each time we have really enjoyed ourselves. The country is beautiful, and so are the people.

We stopped at local markets...

...drove through a national forest and a rubber plantation...

...enjoyed interesting sights and beautiful scenery...

...visited a coffee plantation with the agronomist who terraced the land...

...welcomed the use of a village toilet...

...and enjoyed wonderful times of ministry with three of our churches as well as meeting several of our pastors.

Termite Tasting Time

2009-02-10T21:22:00.001+02:00

After the rains come and go, scores of termites fly en masse from the ground heavenward. The photos do not adequately capture the sight, but if you look closely you can see them on the ground and in the air. Even the dog and deer were fascinated.

This is the time that the locals love to capture and cook (or eat raw) these tasty morsels. I joined our security guard today in an afternoon snack. As you can see, he was a bit more excited about this delicacy than I was. But I'll have to say, "You don't get this kind of taste treat in Texas! "

2009-02-10T21:03:00.001+02:00

Strategic Partnership Meetings A Success

2009-02-08T21:50:00.001+02:00

The Malawi Assemblies of God has a 4 x 1 Initiative for 1 church to plant 1 church in 1 year and send 1 student to Bible school. To help accomplish this task, several partners from the United States have joined with our Malawi brothers to outline a plan of action that will help to see this vision become a reality.

In the next 24 months, the goal is to construct 100 Bible school extension centers across the country. These extension sites can double as church locations as well. Priority One Ministries, Africa Tabernacle Evangelism, Strategic Missionary Resources, and many other pastors and individuals are joining forces to assist the Malawi church in this undertaking.

The last weekend of January, as many of these partners as possible gathered in Lilongwe to survey properties, discuss options, and pray for God's direction. It is our pleasure to be a part of such a great team that God is bringing together to see His purposes accomplished in Malawi.

And what meeting would be complete without the wives joining in for some good food and fellowship!

Rainy Season

2009-02-08T21:10:00.001+02:00

Malawi is officially in rainy season from November through April. This has been a very good year for the maize, tobacco, ground nuts, and food crops because of the good rains that we have received. It is not always good for travel to villages, but nasty, muddy roads are what Speed-the-Light vehicles navigate best!

Tobacco

Peanuts or Ground Nuts

Maize

All around there are reminders that every harvest needs workers and nourishment. It may be said of the spiritual as well as the natural. May we be faithful to work and nourish our corner of the Master's harvest field as we pray for a mighty harvest of souls. That is what the work of missions around the world is all about.

Busy, Busy

2009-02-08T20:21:00.001+02:00

Wow! The past few weeks have been very busy around our place. I am going to try to blog some of the exciting things that have been happening, so stay tuned.

Today we ministered in the village of Ukwe in Lilongwe District. The journey was very long, and the roads were very bumpy, but after about two hours of driving we arrived at the primary school where the church meets for service.

We were greeted by many children and adults, ready to worship and learn from the word of God.

We had a great morning of ministry and were so blessed to be invited to speak and be a part of this body of believers. As I looked around the room, I had to appreciate the fact that these Christians gather and sit on the floor for hours to hear the Word of God and to so attentively listen to the teaching and preaching. Even the children are quiet and attentive.

The pastor and his wife had us over for a wonderful dinner of chicken, rice, rape, tomato stew, and juice.

These photos show one of the ladies cooking and me with the ladies who prepared the meal and their children.

Thank you, Pastor and Mai Namaan, for allowing us to share this day with your beautiful family.

Not for the Faint of Heart...

2009-01-12T20:00:00.001+02:00

Those of you have followed my blog, know that we bought two live turkeys for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. It seems that at that time, Gaylord was enjoying them as semi-pets and did not want to kill them. Well, that has now changed. We gave the hen to a needy family for Christmas dinner, and we decided to have turkey for dinner ourselves. So you know what that means....goodbye bird.

I am 52 years old, and this is the first time that I have ever seen a turkey prepared for cooking from beginning to end. You know that I am trying to document this journey with photos of EVERYTHING, so this experience is no exception. If you are squeamish or have an aversion to killing your own food, stop reading now. That is my disclaimer for the following photos.

(1) Our security guards killed, soaked in hot water, and plucked the feathers from the turkey.

(2) Once the bird was clean on the outside, Watson went to work on cleaning out the inside.

This may look like a bucket full of disposable parts to you, but it actually holds the parts that our workers think are very delicious: the intestines, feet, neck, organs...everything except the stomach...nothing went to waste.

(3) After Gaylord ensured that the inside was clean enough, he trussed the bird, and it was ready to cook.

We looked so forward to eating our own turkey. I even finished out the meal with sweet potato casserole, green beans, and rolls. I would like to say that it was delicious....but that would not be exactly accurate. Though the taste was good, the meat was as tough as leather....seems Tom Turkey was not so young!

AWA - Africa wins again!

The Cure for the Christmas Blahs....

2008-12-24T23:45:00.001+02:00

I have expressed to some of you that this year has been a bit challenging for me in being away from family and home at Christmas time. I determined at the onset of the season that rather than focus on what I don’t have, I was going to focus on what I do. As I opened my hands and my heart, God gave me some very humbling opportunities to reach beyond myself and to get involved in some projects of His design. I must say, that this has made for a very heart-warming Christmas, indeed.

After visiting Malawi earlier this year, a pastor's wife from San Antonio, Texas, questioned the feasibility of doing something for needy pastors this Christmas. She asked me if I could possibly locate and send to her ornaments that could be sold to church members with all proceeds going to assist Malawi pastors. Through many challenges that can only be fully appreciated by someone who has tried to make this happen in the African context, I sent her 500 ornaments of three types, which reaped a profit of $5000. With that money we were able to provide 95 pastors and their families with MK 7000.00 ($50) each. When you consider that many of the pastors in this movement make less than MK 1000 ($7) per month, this was amazing. I think it would be fair to estimate that approximately 190 adults and a minimum of 400 children benefited from this generosity. What a blessing!

Pastors were told to meet at the divisional director’s office at 9:00 AM. That meant that we could expect them any time within the following two hours. That doesn’t indicate disregard for scheduling; it more accurately indicates challenges in transportation. Many had to travel by mini-bus for hours to arrive at the designated locations. The distance may or may not have been so great; it just takes that long for many to make the necessary connections with public transport. One pastor told us that he only got the call at 6:00 AM that morning with no explanation of why he was to be there. He quickly readied himself, repaired his bicycle, and rode 20 kilometers to be there at 9:00 AM. You can imagine his overwhelming delight when he was told the purpose of his coming. Malawians try not to be expressive of emotion. It was comical to me to watch him as the realization of what was happening began to dawn on him. He tried very hard to suppress a smile, but he was totally unsuccessful. He burst into an open grin as he expressed his gratitude for such a generous gift.

I actually had a divine moment as I observed one of the pastors after receiving his offering. He sat rather thoughtfully as he looked at the envelope containing his money. The divisional director asked him if he understood what we were saying. His response was, “Yes, I am just calculating that this will be enough to pay the school fees for my seven children.” Gaylord asked if he had been praying about that, to which he replied that he had. At that moment, I began to see the greater miracle behind this project for so many. In the economy of God, it is not extreme to touch the heart of a pastor’s wife in San Antonio, Texas, to organize a project to assist his servants in Malawi, Africa; thereby, answering many prayers heard only by Father God and His children. So many times we try in our finite knowledge to calculate how God will respond and meet our needs without taking into consideration that His resources and networking are infinite. That is a divine reality. There is no way when any of these pastors prayed for their many needs that they could imagine that God would respond to their prayers by speaking to a lady and church congregation across the world through the selling of Christmas ornaments, but He did.

An American mentality often focuses on the thought that extra money at Christmastime allows us to purchase gifts and prepare feasts. Though I am sure there will be more food on the table for Christmas dinner, many of the pastors served, indicated that now they could purchase seed or fertilizer for next year’s crop. School fees for their children or dependents are due in January. One young man is getting married next year, and this will help with labola, or the bride price, that must be paid in his culture. The rains have destroyed the thatch roofs of some of the pastors’ homes; now they can be repaired. These are just some of the uses that the pastors shared with us. How timely, indeed, was this project. Over and over we heard the phrases, “This is a very good thing,” or “This is a miracle,” or “Thank you so very much.”

In blessing 95 Malawi pastors' families, two American missionaries were blessed more than words can adequately express. May the true joy of the Christmas season rest upon you and yours this holiday.

Twenty-eight and Counting

2008-12-19T21:05:00.001+02:00

Today is our 28th wedding anniversary. I have been holding this hand for that long and hope to continue holding it at least that many more. I have held it through good times and bad, and I cherish the feelings that holding this hand evokes. I feel accepted, protected, valued, strengthened, loved.

Let me graphically restate what I declared December 19, 1980, and feel even stronger today.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, GAYLORD !

Canaan

2008-12-14T17:34:00.001+02:00

If you follow my blog, you may remember the baby boy that I was given the privilege of naming earlier this year. I posted photos of him in September. I thought you might like to see Canaan's first Christmas photos.

Santa Plaza

2008-12-13T21:47:00.001+02:00

We have a store here in Lilongwe actually named Santa Plaza all year long. I noticed the other day that they have added holiday decorations - inflatable Santas, no less. Pretty uptown for our town!

House of Promise

2008-12-13T15:06:00.001+02:00

Through ministry we have become acquainted with a project called House of Promise. This was started by a gentleman who had a heart for several orphans. He secured housing and employed a couple to serve as house parents. This couple currently has two children of their own as well as six other boys and girls.

This week we were privileged to visit with them at the location where they are planting maize for next year's harvest of food that will sustain them. May God bless each person who has a heart for or involvement in this ministry. You, too, are planting seeds that will reap a harvest of blessings of eternal sustenance.

Today through my eyes...

2008-12-13T14:30:00.001+02:00

Just thought I'd post a picture of life as I am experiencing it today. I am working at my desk in my office listening to the sound of raindrops on the vegetation outside and the birds chirping and the frogs croaking. Looking directly to my left out the open window, this is what I see....

Adding "the beauty of Malawi" to my list of blessings today!

Annual Christmas Shopping Trip....Revised

2008-12-13T13:05:00.001+02:00

Most of you know that I was in public education in the States, serving in the various roles of teacher, counselor, principal throughout my 19 years of service. Each year I received at least two days of personal leave that were for just that - personal time off of your choice. So around holiday time I would take one personal day, and Gaylord and I would go Christmas shopping. We would choose a city and spend the whole day just shopping, eating out, and taking in the sights, smells, and sounds of the Christmas season. What great memories!

Well, this year it seems that I have missed all of the festivities of Christmas more than I have in years past. I haven't given in to the temptation to turn "Scrooge". Instead, I have decorated our home and even decided to re-institute the annual Christmas shopping trip. Gaylord must sense that I am struggling a bit because he got up bright and early and cheerfully went from spot to spot with no grumbling or complaining and even asked if there was anywhere else I wanted to go at the end of the morning.

That was a great offer, but considering that we had gone to almost every possible location for viable shopping alternatives short of the open market, he was pretty safe. But I must say that I had a fun day. I even documented it so that you could enjoy with me. So get ready - we're going Christmas shopping in Lilongwe, Malawi.

(1) SHOPRITE is a local grocery store that is a South African chain store. My main priority for the day was to fill some food baskets for distribution, so this was a perfect choice.

From the photos you can see that SHOPRITE offers more than just food. This could actually serve as one-stop shopping for many. But not for these elves. It was on to...

(2) FOUR SEASONS NURSERY COMPLEX - Four Seasons is a local nursery that is housed in a mini- shopping mall. There are several little shops and a couple of restaurants. After browsing the shops and looking at the creative nativity sets, we enjoyed a tasty chicken salad with iced tea at BUCHANAN'S GRILL. The falling precipitation and cooler temperatures made it feel like many December shopping trips in Texas.

(3) NATIONAL BANK - what shopping trip would be complete without refurbishing the cash fund? That was our purpose in stopping at the ATM, but it was raining so hard that Gaylord didn't get a snapshot.

(4) SUNBIRD CAPITAL HOTEL at City Center has two or three gift shops that I wanted to check out. While I browsed, Gaylord got a snapshot of the outdoor lounge area.

(5) FOODWORTH - With limited success we made the final stop of the day at another of our grocery shops. This store tends to carry certain food items that Americans are accustomed to. With an additional item here and there, we were headed for home.

Fortunately for me, I got everything I needed, compiled the food baskets I wanted to make, and even played Santa's helper and put them under the tree.

I determined a long time ago in my life that I could choose to bemoan the fact that there were certain things that I did not have, or I could make the best of the wonderful things that I did. That proved a very wise choice for me today. So let the annual Christmas shopping trips continue!

Random Pics

2008-11-29T20:33:00.001+02:00

Flamboyant or flame tree in our side yard

"Dr. Dolittle" and his animals. Note the rabbits in the cage, the dog in the foreground, the deer to the left, and the turkeys in the background. Aye, aye, aye....

Our Thanksgiving and Christmas turkeys. You see that they are both still alive and well.

There is always fresh fish along the lake. These are called chambo and are a form of tilapia. As the locals would say,
"Very nice!" And they are, indeed.

Wrapping some Christmas items from Africa for John Easter to take back with him and mail to our kids.

Dual Thanksgiving Celebrations

2008-11-29T20:00:00.001+02:00

At Bill and Sharon Johnston's house the week before Thanksgiving since they were leaving town the next day...

At Gaylord and Fredna Brown's house the evening of Thanksgiving since we couldn't resist getting with friends for this celebration ...

Sorry for that unflattering pose, Jerry, but note that STEVE took the photo!

Reasons to Give Thanks

2008-11-29T19:16:00.006+02:00

I have many reasons to give thanks his holiday season.

* I am so blessed to be redeemed from spiritual death to life by an awesome creator.
* That same creator considers me worthy and reliable to share His message of redemption to others.
* My husband never ceases to amaze me, and I love him more now than I did 28 years ago.
* My three beautiful children, who are intelligent and witty and adventurous and who love God and strive to please Him, have brought me more joy and capacity to love than I ever felt capable of.
* My family provided a rich spiritual heritage and continue to share their love and support.
* Friends and family from far and near have added dimensions to my understanding and my ability to relate that I never imagined possible.
* The difficult and dark times in my life have not consumed nor embittered me but have demonstrated that the faith I strive to have is real and reliable.
* My life will be forever changed by the opportunity I have had to travel and live in other parts of the world through this exciting adventure we call missions.
* Age and longevity run in my family, so I may be able to enjoy these blessings for years to come.

Thank you, God, for all of the reasons I have to give thanks today.

You know it's hot when.....

2008-11-24T19:47:00.001+02:00

...you carry your own fan to church in your purse.

...the frozen water you took to church is room temperature by the time you get there.

...your dry-clean-only clothes become damp and begin to shrink.

...dripping beads of perspiration feel like insects crawling down parts of your body.

...the air blown by the oscillating fan feels like a convection oven.

...the hair you dried to come to church becomes wet again.

...the people around you wipe their faces with washcloths instead of handkerchiefs or tissues.

...mothers take their infants' clothes off and begin fanning the babies with them.

...this missionary says, "Now it feels like Texas!"

Guests Welcome

2008-11-15T15:01:00.001+02:00

It is always good visiting with friends whom we haven't seen for a while. We are having that privilege this month with guest lecturers John Easter and Denny Miller.

It is also good seeing our general superintendent from Namibia, who is here for ANTS. Pastor Hiamambo took a break from his studies today and joined us at our home for lunch. We introduced him to all the pets and gave him the full tour.

Making friends with the dyker and explaining about the incubation of turkey eggs

Posing in front of one of our shrubs

Picnic in Malawi

2008-11-09T19:53:00.001+02:00

We knew that there would not be a place to eat in the timeframe we had to go to Nkhotakota and return today, so Gaylord suggested that we pack a lunch and find a spot to have a picnic along the way. That turned out to be a great idea.

Our project foreman, Gama, needed to return to Lilongwe because his wife was admitted to the hospital this morning with a bad case of malaria. After photographing each site, we picked him up and headed for home.

Out of the clear blue, Gaylord declared that he was going to pull off the road and eat at that nice cafe. A puzzled Gama said, "But Pastor, that is not a cafe; that is a school."

Of course, he was right. We pulled into the school lot and again, Gaylord stated what a fine cafe he had brought us to. Gama's puzzlement seemed to border concern at this point.

When I brought out a bag containing fried chicken, potato salad, beans, and sodas, a big smile of relief came across all three of our faces. We enjoyed a very nice lunch and were even able to share it with some of the local children who began to gather. They were very apprehensive of these visitors, and one little boy never would accept a piece of chicken from me, though he was glad to share from a distance what his friends received. (He is the little guy in the yellow shirt in the background.)

We even spotted several Baobab trees in bloom - something I had not seen in Africa before this season.

Church Plants Progress

2008-11-09T17:50:00.001+02:00

Gaylord and I made a trip to Nkhotakota today to check on the progress of the two new church construction sites that were begun in September. Wow! By the end of next week we should have roofing sheets totally installed on both buildings. At that point, the jobs will be complete. PTL!

Lozi church site should receive rafters and roofing this week.

Sani church has rafters and should complete iron sheet installation this week.

There is always a crowd of onlookers when we arrive.

Thank God for the contribution of each partner in these strategically-located church plants. We pray for a mighty harvest of souls through each body of believers.

What A Week!

2008-11-09T17:23:00.001+02:00

What a week this has been! Our students completed their first week at ANTS, and the new cook and support staff and I pulled off a set of new menus with very positive reviews from the students. One week down - three more to go!

Our director, Enson Lwesya, opened with morning chapel.

Student-led prayer and worship

International director, John Easter, teaching course one: Biblical Theology of Missions

Research is already underway in the computer lab

And then, of course, mealtime....

BUSTED!

2008-10-30T14:33:00.001+02:00

There I was - driving along - finally getting up the nerve to pass or overtake the vehicle in front of me. On Malawi roadways, I always do that reluctantly and cautiously. That is when I realized why the car in front of me was going slower than expected. Standing by the side of the road, encouraging me to pull over, were two uniformed traffic officers. BUSTED! It seems that I was exceeding the non-posted speed limit. After retaining my driver's license, I was told that I must report to the Central Police Station at 7:30 AM today. Ugh!

So my morning was spent familiarizing myself with government offices that I had, heretofore, avoided. To say that this was a long, arduous process is an understatement. All of the attending officers were very cordial and helpful to this "alien".(That is what we are referred to as foreigners in another country.) But the process of.....

1) Handwriting the complaint for each offender with personal details

2) Pleading guilty to the receiving officer

3) Having your complaint taken to the judge to assess the fine

4) Paying said fine and getting a receipt

5) Showing receipt and retrieving driver's license from attendant after searching through envelopes, plastic bags, and wooden case, repeatedly

6) Driving home SLOWLY

.....took 5 hours. Yes, 5 hours of handwriting with a carbon duplicate of all records and waiting with fellow offenders while moving from one building or locale to another.

The temperature was moderate, and a breeze was blowing. I was fortunate to have a bench to sit on and was in good company. I met a Red Cross worker from Iceland, a missionary from Canada, and several Malawians that I did not know before. I am always up for a new adventure, right?

My real regret is that I could not take photos. That is strictly forbidden at government installations. Yet somehow I don't think that I will soon forget this experience.

On the bright side, I got caught up on my Bible reading, outlined a ladies Bible study, organized menus for ANTS, and made bulleted lists of all the things I needed to do when released. Might as well make the most of the moment...or the minutes....or the hours!

Another First

2008-10-29T20:05:00.001+02:00

Today was the first time in my life that I have taken kernels of maize to a mill to be ground. How cool is that?!

In preparation for our upcoming ANTS session, I bought two 50 kg bags of maize. When ground and cooked, this becomes the staple food of Malawi, called nsima. I took Edward and Isaac with me, and with the help of five ladies at the mill, we had maize flour in about an hour.

Everyone was more than happy to have their picture made so that you could see for yourself what this process looks like.

Did I mention that you can shop for groceries and have a new dress made while you wait?!

I LOVE AFRICA!

Selecting the Bird

2008-10-29T18:47:00.001+02:00

November begins this week, and that means that Thanksgiving cannot be far behind. I know that many of you have already begun to compile a menu for this festive holiday. At the top of your list is probably the word turkey. You may have already gone shopping to select the perfect bird. Well, I did the same today, although my process was a bit different than any of my previous years.

Let me explain:

1) Man rides up on bicycle with turkeys in tow

2) Man displays turkeys for inspection

3) Fredna selects turkey

4) Gaylord haggles over price

5) Deer and dog inspect turkeys

6) Turkeys now have a new home where they will receive lots of grain in the next three weeks

Now if I could just find canned pumpkin and red sweet potatoes!

ANTS

2008-10-29T07:05:00.001+02:00

One of my assignments as a missionary in Malawi is to serve as the administrator for All Nations Theological Seminary or ANTS. ANTS offers a Master's Degree in Missions and Intercultural Studies. Sessions are held in May and November of each year.

That means that beginning Saturday, students and teachers from around the world will be arriving in Lilongwe for the month. Along with students from the African countries of Malawi, Zambia, Namibia, and Swaziland, we also have students from Pakistan and America.

I love it when ANTS is in session and will post photos of students and classes later in the month. Right now we are in the midst of cleaning and preparing for classes to begin.

People often forget the preparations that go into ensuring that the facilities are in order for housing and feeding students. Thanks to Edward, Shedreck and Isaac for their hard work this week.

My Kids (Young Adults)

2008-10-29T06:55:00.001+02:00

I love these amazing people and miss sharing in their everyday lives. They do send photos occasionally, and I thought I would post. You'll see why I miss them so much.

You Tell Me

2008-10-28T22:58:00.001+02:00

You tell me - is this guy spoiled or not? I guess it is true that you can take the boy out of Texas, but you can't take Texas out of the boy!

I Am Rich...No, Really!

2008-10-28T22:51:00.001+02:00

You know how we Christians say that we are rich, even though we don't have any money? We contend that the blessings and provision of God make us wealthy beyond compare. Well, I agree with that thought, but today I actually became a billionaire .... really .... see....

and no, this isn't play money. This is the currency of the neighboring country of Zimbabwe given to me by one of my friends. Now these 30 billion dollars actually equal less than two American dollars and might buy one egg.

Thinking about it ... let me start all over ... I am a Christian and, as such, am rich, even though I don't have any money. The blessings and provision of God make me wealthy beyond compare ... really!

Where I Now Live

2008-10-18T09:50:00.001+02:00

Until coming to Africa I had always lived in small Texas towns. I remember when our children were very small, they made the comment that one day they would like to live in a town that was large enough to have its own Wal-mart. Isn't that funny?

Well, they each got their desire. Adriane lives in Longview; Shelby lives in the Dallas/Ft Worth metroplex; and Caleb lives outside Los Angeles.

I, on the other hand, do not live anywhere near a Wal-mart. There is nothing small nor Texan about my town. I did make an interesting observation the other day while standing at the kitchen sink. I live in a town where I now wash and re-use Ziploc bags (and wash dishes by hand, I might add). What a random thought!

In today's disposable society, I recycle Ziploc bags. When items are abundant or inexpensive, you tend to overlook their inherent value. You tend to discard the old in favor of the new. You tend to forget that there is still much usefulness remaining in the original object. I wonder if we do that with people as well as things.

Lord, help me to see the inherent value in your creation. Let me view each person I encounter, as one You paid a high price to redeem and salvage. Let me help each discover his/her worth to You and his/her value to Your kingdom.

Thank you, God, for where I now live and for the lessons you are teaching me along the way.

No apologies

2008-10-15T07:48:00.001+02:00

Hello...my name is Fredna...and I am a "photo"holic. If I were at a meeting for camera/photo addiction anonymous, that might be my introduction. I think I got my first Kodak Instamatic camera for Christmas in the 1960's. The subsequent years have brought models and makes of every sort. I can remember running to the mailbox to get double prints or regular=size photos with smaller duplicates from some mail-order company. The anticipation grew each day until the processed film in the form of snapshots arrived. Polaroid and Kodak instant cameras took away the wait but proved to be a lesser choice in the end. Who knew digital would come along and make photo processing such a personal experience with the owner in the driver's seat?

Why do I address this topic in a blog? Because for a number of years I have felt awkward about getting in front of the room to take the picture or always having a camera handy, hoping not to miss "the shot". Others have even commented about Fredna and her camera. Deep down I never really cared because I had the finished product to look at repeatedly and enjoy. I have taken photos of my elementary-school classmates, high-school friends, family members, funerals, baby dedications, graduations, vacations, ministry functions - you name it - and I have probably taken a picture of it.

When we came to Africa as missionaries, I knew that a good digital camera was a must. I have taken photos of people and places from one side of this continent to the other and many points in between. Again, I have had others comment about Fredna and her camera, but when I am old and gray, my mind may have a hard time recollecting these events. But with photographic images, my hope is that the memories will remain vibrant and alive.

Again, why this topic? Well, I have come to believe and realize that, in fact, my camera provides a valuable ministry tool for me. First, it provides a point of contact for meeting and sharing with others. Secondly, most of the nationals that we know cannot afford the cost of a camera or photo processing. Prints that I have shared are valued and cherished by the recipients. But most importantly by far, is the fact that in many cases, snapshots that I have taken provide the only photograph that family members have of deceased loved ones.

Sunday, a dear friend was killed in a tragic car accident. Only three weeks ago, I had given her a photo of her family and of her youngest son. She and her husband were so excited. They didn't have a recent family photo. That moment can never be captured again. Less than two months ago, I took a photo that proved to be the last one taken of a small baby we know. This truth repeats itself over and over.

So, yes, my name is Fredna...and I am a "photo"holic. Tonight, I make no apologies for that.