A Fun Change in Routine


My normal Saturday routine includes working on the blog in the mornings and playing softball in the afternoons. These last few weeks, we have not had enough players in town to continue softball, so in order to stay active we've had to break that routine a bit and take walks or go swimming. Yesterday I changed up the morning blog post and afternoon softball game routine to do something different and play a different game. I've written in previous posts about our missionary friends Jim and Nancy Smith. They raised their children here in the Congo. For the past few weeks, their son in law, Rob, has been here helping them in their ministry in Nkara. This was Rob's first trip to Congo. Friday evening he returned to Kinshasa so he could fly back to the states today. So yesterday morning Daniel, Pepe, and I took Rob to the artisans' marketplace. In the photo above Pepe, my driver, is on the far right. Between Rob and me is an artist/vendor holding one of his paintings. When ever we go there to shop, this gentleman gives us good prices on his paintings and walks about with us telling the other vendors to give us good prices so that we will keep coming back and bringing our friends. Generally it works, but shopping in the market is also a game. They always start with a ridiculously high price. We always counter with a lower price than we hope to get away with. We all end up meeting somewhere in the middle and everyone is happy. It's how you play the game. Even if it is 99 degrees outside, and you are hungry and tired, and you and the vendor both know exactly what you paid for the same item the last time you shopped, and you really just want to skip to the end, you can't. You can win the game, lose the game, or even quit the game, but you can't skip the game. 


Daniel and Pepe at TASOK campus, Shawn's school
We also visited some of the old stomping grounds of Rob's wife, Shawn. He was able to see places she lived, studied and worshiped and take photos to show Shawn what has changed and what has not. I'm sure when he gets home with his photos and shares his experiences there will be some nostalgic moments for Shawn. I remember what it is like to be in a strange country trying to travel and shop when no one speaks my language, so I was glad to be able to help Rob. I had a lot of fun seeing Kinshasa through fresh eyes again and explaining things for him. I also remember the first time David took me to see the places he spent his childhood and how that felt, to have that added connection and to actually see the things he had described to me. Very cool beans.

Giving up bragging for lent?

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Heart For God (Photo credit: SweetCapture)

Lent season began yesterday. Last year I shared what I had newly learned about this season and my reflections at that time in my post Learning About Lent. I understand what lent should be, and what it can be.  But I still struggle with some things. I wonder if it is still meaningful when a person gives up the same thing year after year for lent. I wonder if we are missing the intention of the early church leaders when we think of lent in terms of giving up a bad habit. Why wait until lent if we already know it is bad? Or when we give up something good, what are our motives. I wonder if it is a good thing to tell everyone what we are doing to observe lent or if it is a better thing to treat lent observance in a similar fashion to the way we ought to treat prayer and fasting, not secretly, but not as the Pharisees either. Does telling everyone what we are doing for lent bless them in any way or does it just puff us up and make them feel like they have to do something equal or better? or feel like they are less pious because they aren't choosing to observe lent? Is lent about looking holy? or about being holy? Our family was talking together about all this and my youngest jokingly said "I'm giving up bragging for lent." What stunned me was that in our semi-isolation here, he had already observed that some folks do seem to use their lent observance as an opportunity to boast and put the focus on them instead of on Christ. Out of the mouths of babes.

There are several articles posted in my Learning About Lent post that address the positive elements of lent and the links are still there if you are interested. I found a new article this year whose author has a different and thought provoking perspective, Pastor Stephen Sammons' Why I don't Celebrate Lent. He clarifies up front that he does not have a problem with the origin of lent or the intended purpose of lent, but with what it has become in our day, and then he gives his reasons. It's a stimulating read and made me think about my own motives and desires.

Another pastor suggested that for lent we give up to God what He really wants - our broken and contrite hearts. I've included a link to his article below.

The bottom line is that lent observance is a personal decision. It is not commanded of God. It is not addressed in the Bible. But repentance is. Renewal is. Humility and submission are. Holiness is. Lent season is one avenue God might use in a believer's life to work out those issues in their heart, but it certainly is not the only one.

I would love to hear your thoughts.

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My friend and co-laborer in Christ, Nancy Smith has returned to Congo for a time. In addition to attending to their ministries here, teaching in the women's literacy center and the Bible school, seeing to repairs of their radio tower, evangelism, etc, Nancy found time to spend an afternoon with me. It is always a blessing to get time with a friend whom you don't see often. I am extra blessed this time because she and I have a little project we are working on now. I have a bunch of baby soft yarn for knitting and crocheting baby blankets. I never could figure out how to knit or crochet on my own (instructions are always right handed, ugh) and couldn't find anyone with time to teach me. The women in Nkara at the women's literacy center are trained to do both so that they can make things to help support their families. Nancy is going to leave Tuesday for Nkara - in an MAF plane that my amazing husband does maintenance on! She will take my yarn with her and have the ladies in the school make baby blankets for me to donate to the orphanage when Nancy brings them back with her. I will pay them a fair price for their labor and they will have contributed to an important ministry here in Kinshasa. I am very excited to finally see this desire coming to fruition. They should have the blankets in time for the cooler dry season. Don't look too closely at that photo. We both had been in my hot car with no a/c for a while and were both pretty tired.

We had a stressful January, lots going on back home and here, and I thought a light-hearted post of some random photos would do us all good. Here are some of our most recent odd photos.



In the "Things we eat in Congo" category:

Plop - These are actually cookies and aren't too bad if you like store bought cookies.


We also occasionally eat Smoked Russians. Wonder if the Russians eat Smoked Americans?

















In the "Oxymoron" category: This made me laugh. It's a bug spray called SafeTox. Seems to me it is either safe, or it is toxic. I am not sure how it can be both.












In the "What is that and why did they put it here?" category:

Gripe Water. Shelved between the yeast and the pudding mixes in the baking section. If you don't have enough to gripe about, try some gripe water.







In the "TIA: This is Africa" category:

If you go shopping in Nairobi, Kenya, be sure to drop your toddlers and preschoolers off at the Kids Corner so they can play with all the nice breakables and power cords while you shop.







Lastly, in the "Things A Mom Just Doesn't Want to Know" category, along with why I found a straw in the litter box: What makes a child want to take a photo of himself doing this?

Once again

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IMG_5805 (Photo credit: strudelt)
Once again my heart is broken. Another one dear to me has gone home ahead of me. She is the sixth in the 28 months we have been here. 
Once again I feel the loss in many different ways. The words of encouragement that will no longer arrive in the mail or in my email box. The smiles and hugs that won’t be there anymore. The lessons and experiences that will no longer be shared. The absence.


Once again I am helpless when I want nothing more than to help someone I love. I have no magic solutions. I haven’t got the words and wisdom needed. I haven’t got a clue. I can’t give them what they need. I haven’t even the ability to be with them in person and just walk through this beside them.

Mary Magdalene, in a dramatic 19th-century pop...
Mary Magdalene, in a dramatic 19th-century popular image of penitence painted by Ary Scheffer. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Once again I cling to You. Yours was the first broken heart, on that day when Eve lost her trust in you and made her fateful choice.  You understand loss and grief and brokenness.  You understand longing. You are wise and strong. 

Once again I ask You, take my mourning and as You change it slowly into gladness, change me too. Guide me in your Truth and teach me. Help me help them. Be the strength in my weakness and speak through me. When they are too weak, weary and broken to walk, gather my loved ones in your arms and carry them close to your heart, dear Shepherd.

Once again, Father, give me the grace and strength I need for this day. Give me eyes to see beyond myself.

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Young Shepherd (Photo credit: edbrambley)


"He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his hearth; He gently leads those that have young." Is 40:11



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