Just when you think you’ve seen it all.
First of all, for the millions of you out there who are religiously checking my blog, let me apologize for the lack of posts. The internet service on this trip has been sporadic at best. During those tiny windows at the intersection of free time and internet
availability I spent the time chatting online with my beautiful and amazing wife who has not only been a single mother for 2 weeks but is also a fantastic prayer warrior and mission trip counselor. This trip has been indescribably amazing in so many ways, and God has taught me many things, but one thing I have learned, yet again, is how vitally important she is in my life.
As the days have ticked by, and the need to compose a longer and longer update to catch you up to speed, I have decided to fast forward in our trip to this past Wednesday. As time (and reliable US internet service) allows, I’ll post more stories and pictures of the last 2 weeks. Each day has been very unique, but this one was very special, so I wanted to give you a glimpse.
We are in Ethiopia now. We spent the 3 days as Korah, a community of outcasts that is a place where one can truly find “the least of these” – lepers, HIV/Aids victims, orphans, widows, single mothers, etc. It is a place where one must be tough just to survive. But as we have now concluded 3 days there, we have witnessed a glowing light that is growing in the darkness there.
Our first activity upon arrival at the community center was to “prepare” the goats we had bought to cook for the kids’ lunch today. The goats were purchased the day before, alive. At lunch they would be dead, so you can fill in the blanks about the “preparation”. I also found the little girl our family sponsors with Project 61, Netsanet, who had put on all the new clothes we brought her that I had given her yesterday when I visited her house.
After that we got a tour of a small building where some ladies are actively involved in making beaded jewelry to sell at the guest houses. We were also invited to join them for worship. This was an experience I hope I never forget. There were about 30 or so of us in a tiny, dimly lit room with barely enough room to stand up. This group of people were singing, praying, dancing, testifying, clapping, drumming, and celebrating before the Lord with all their body, soul and spirit. Only a couple times did someone translate from Amharic to English, so I knew very little about what was being said. However, in that moment I was brought to tears, yes literally, by the tangible presence of the Spirit of God. The only way I can describe it is that my spirit was worshiping along with everyone else and my body was just along for the ride.
Once the worship was over, we split back into our teams to finish the home makeovers. Our team headed back to the home of Addis and her three children. The oldest was Sintayu, but I didn’t catch the names of the other two. Her house needed more mud repairs (yes literally) and plastering than expected, which we had done earlier in the week but didn’t have time to dry, so we didn’t get to paint. That is going to be done next week by the Korah guys. We put down linoleum flooring over the mud floor and put together a new bed with mattress, pillows, sheets and blankets. To celebrate the makeover, Addis treated us to a coffee ceremony. Anyone who has experienced this in Ethiopia before knows what a treat it was.
It was almost lunchtime so we headed back to the Great Hope church to serve kids their goat meat soup and injera. Since it is rare for them to be able to have meat, this was a real treat – maybe even more so for those of us serving to be able to give.
Following lunch most of the teams went back to their houses to have their coffee ceremonies. Since we had already had ours, I took advantage of the time to go visit another ministry we support in Korah – Embracing Hope Ethiopia. I was accompanied by my new friend Goshu to make the 5 minute walk through the daily afternoon rainstorm to this center where about 30 or so kids are kept in a beautiful new daycare facility to allow their mothers to work and earn a living. I was very impressed with the staff, the facility and of course the kids were adorable. I showed up at naptime so it was quiet and peaceful, especially when compared to the ruckus I had left at Great Hope. The highlight was getting to meet and hold and play with Bereket, the little boy we are sponsoring.
Goshu and I returned to the church as it was almost time for us to leave. We were supposed to go to see the trash dump where many in Korah find their food and daily needs. The process of saying goodbye to these kids we had met and spent so much time with for 3 days was not easy. The worst for me was that Netsanet had disappeared and she wasn’t at home. I sent a search party out consisting of several of her little friends, her grandmother, and some of the Korah leaders, along with a few prayers. FINALLY she showed up – running to me when she realized we weren’t coming back. We had a looooooooooong embrace, some prayer together and finally said our last goodbye before piling into our vans and driving out of Korah for the last time.
What happened next will never be adequately captured in the words I write here.
We arrived at the dump, thinking that only the camera crew and a select few would actually go in while the rest of us waited from the edge. Instead, after a quick meeting in their main office, we were all waved in, which marked the beginning of the end of our ignorance about extreme poverty. It only took a few steps before several were gagging. Others were frozen in our steps. Tears began. As we walked toward the center of the landfill where trucks were dumping their solid waste, we saw scavengers – huge birds, dogs, bugs, but mostly people. Kids. Women. Men. Picking. Digging. Collecting. Eating. Fighting…for the best…trash. It was unreal. We made our way to the highest pile of trash there so to do the Dude Perfect Basketball shot. It was as crazy as it sounds, just like living off of other people’s trash. The hoop was an old tire. It was a sobering scene, unlike any other one they’ve done. The shot went well. We then joined together for a time of prayer with the Great Hope leaders. We were broken. It was impossible NOT to weep. Our only hope is that this will be yet another group of voices raising awareness for the extreme poverty we have witnessed, awakening the church to action so this type of “living” will end. The rest of out time there was an opportunity to soak in what was going on around us and make our way out. It took what seemed like an eternity to get to our vans because the harsh reality of what we witnessed was so raw. This was the first ride home in those vans in 2 weeks where it was completely silent the whole way.
After dinner, undeserved showers and some time to emotionally thaw out at the guest houses, the team reassembled at the girls guest house for a time of sharing. More than any other time on the trip, this was a much needed time to process, encourage each other and speak our hearts about what had happened to us.
It is now Friday evening and our trip is nearly over. We leave Saturday night around 10 pm local time. Since I haven’t had many opportunities to write for the blog, I haven’t really processed much of what has happened to me on this trip. Instead I have been in data collection mode, both photographically and experientially, and will try to make sense of all I have witnessed in the next few weeks, with God’s direction. Tomorrow morning we’ll visit a nearby orphanage, then begin the long trek home. Pray for us!
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nretsanet arrived in her new clothes
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goat 5 being prepared for lunch
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taking supplies to finish extreme makeover
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mitch putting the final touches on
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home makeover team 1
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one of the finished products
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coffee is on
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serving goat meat lunch at korah
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gave netsanet her first bible
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soccer during the rainy season at korah
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met bereket our sponsored child with ehe
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part of our churchs donation
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did not want to say goodbye
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Koshe trash dump – I’ll never be the same