Monday, August 10, 2009

Sorry, but this may be the end...

I'm in Nigeria, have been for about 2 weeks. I've been living with a bishop (say what!?). Anyways, I'm returning to Liberia in a few days. I'll do some preaching, some teaching, and last minute hanging with some orphange children, neighbor kids, and friends. Then on the 19th (Wednesday) I leave to come home (USA!). I haven't been able to update because I have had very limited internet access and the few times I have had it had been dedicated to my family and others who are helping me get ready for school by ordering books, figuring out football tickets (it is a genuine concern people), getting me money seeing as I ran out (trust me not my fault, things come up), and working out what to do about having an expired Liberian visa. That's right, I left Liberia with a visa that expired while I was out of country. I blame myself. I just thought we would be getting back before it expired. It actually expires the day before I get back. Ugh.
Oh also, Nigeria is a crazy and seemingly dangerous place! I had to sleep in an airport because the potential that armed robbers would take our car, luggage, and possibly our lives. When day light hit, then we hit the road. There was also some crazy rebellion a few hundred miles away from where we are (Jalingo) or something, where hundreds of people died in some shootings. This happened before we came here though. My mom called Rev. Kulah's cell phone just to make sure we weren't there when that happened. But they did end up arresting many of the rebels just outside of our city, whoa. I thought Liberia was suppose to be the unstable place what with the recent civil war. Wrong, Nigeria is, I'll say it again, crazy.
But don't worry mother, I'm fine and I'll be fine.
So, if you want I give you permission to pray for me. I have faith and confindence it shall work out, but it sure sounds crazy right now. So prayer is cool.
I miss a lot of you, which I clearly relaid back to many of y'all via Facebook. Thanks for the messages. I was reading a book about a medical doctor in Vietnam before the war, Deliver Us From Evil by Dr. Tom Dooley (I've read so many different things it is ridiculous), and he said one of the most encouranging things while he was away was the letters he would recieve. I agree, though mine are mostly in the form of short wall post on Facebook, I love them all the same. I also love all my emails and messages. My poor sister tried to send me some pictures of Noah through email, but it just wasn't the success I'm sure she was hoping for.
Anyways, I look forward to seeing everyone again. And cheeseburgers. But most you people that I call friends and family.
Uncle Joshua
(I hear people like 'uncle' more than brother, though I recently have been called Rev. Joshua. What do you think?)

Saturday, July 18, 2009

RE:

I don't have time to type a nice blog, but I was thinking about copy-cpasting you an email between Kathy Cook (lady from my church who helped me get here) and I that might share some new information and allow for a little update in regards to some other missionary friends (Morgan Smith, Spencer Brady, and Rachel Cook) out and about around the world.

Also, Caroline Franks (shout out!!) sent me a wonderful massage with some fantastic questions. That girl is a good, observant reader! So, I'll definitely update my next blog with those. And I miss you very much too Caroline, everyone in fact.

The email...

From: Kathy Cook
To: josh rogers
Sent: Wednesday, July 15, 2009 11:58:57 PMSubject: RE:


Hurrah! It is soooooooooooo good to hear from you! I miss our chats. I don't have questions right now, since I am in Nica and we are about to do a cookout for the staff, but I wanted to send you a quick hi. We are having a magnificent trip! It is so good that we came for two weeks this year. It is so much better -- we actually are building relationships in the community, since we go back and forth.
We also have loved absorbing Morgan and Spencer, since they ended their summer with us on this trip. They go home when we go on Friday. They also have loved their summer. They taught in the public schools at least three days a week all summer and reall grew in all kinds of ways.

I just finished skyping Rachel in Ghana. Life is quite wonderful. She spent the last two weeks at an orphanage in the northern most part of the country, and it has been her favorite part of the summer. She mostly just played with kids all day every day, and she said they (and she) loved it. She said the living conditions are horrendous, and she wishes she could spend much more time there. She has been the preacher for three church services so far this summer. It's getting easier:)
How are you doing? How's your health? How's your heart? How's your soul?
love, me
Kathy
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Phil 4:13




From: Josh ROgers
To: Kathy Cook

That's great to hear everyone elses summer's have gone so well. I have prayed for them, probably not as much as I should have though. It would be nice to hear about everyone's time when I get back. I suppose everyone else is going to be getting back soon, Spencer and Morgan already and Rachel about a week left.
Though, I fear if we got together and shared I'd be filled with such critisism and negetivity about my own experiences I'd just keep my mouth shut.I just preached to a bunch of children yesterday in chapel. The adults loved it. I don't know how the kids felt cause they want to do is run outside and play. But I've had 4 lecturing/preaching opportuinities so far and I'm planned to preach 3 more times, twice to a congregation, and I actually got offered another one by the head pastor of a church I was at today, but I don't know if I can till I talk to Jerry.

I think I made quite an impression to the people at this leadership workshop Iwas at today, because after a lecturer went he had questions/comment time and I basically raised my hand, stood up, and flat out disagreed with something he said and then went about 'preaching' for 10 minutes spur of the moment. But I had to. He was flat out ignoring the truth Jesus set forth. It basically had to do with lust/sex before marriage and them just giving up and saying, 'well that's our culture.' PSH! I'd like to think what Jesus said transcended cultures and it was just sad to see them give up like that and water down God's message. Anyways, Don't worry I got some "AMENs," so I didn't get chased out the church with torches behind me. Also, the guy I came Assoc. Director guy I came with told me that was a good way of putting it, many Liberian have given up so to speak. I'm totally being vague about what the issue was, but I don't have time to fully explain. Just trust me.

I too have been spending time at the orpghange just playing. I've learned so many cool games. Though I have offered to help cook or clean, anything really, and I think they are going to take up my offer. The living conditions are also awful, but it's not the places fault, just lack of funds/support.
I'm jealous of Morgan and Spencer, I wish I had a team of loved ones coming to meet me here and carry me home.

Health good.
Heart not broken enough.
Soul tired.

I've said too much.

- Josh


-- Uncle Joshua

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Gosh I really want a cheese burger ...

Cheese burger, even just a cheap one from ole' McDonalds, it's what I've been craving the most the last few weeks.

Questions...

Looking back now, is there anything you didn't bring that you wish you had?
A friend. That sounds so sad, but the truest answer. But material things... A bookbag, I'm making due with the little draw string one that I found at the Kulah's. Maybe some books, really long books... I've now read through the Book of Romans, Timothy, Genesis, Great Personalities from the New Testament, Harry Potter and the Sorcer's Stone, The Merchant of Venice (Shakespeare), The Time Machine, some short stories by some Realist writers and a sci-fi story, some poetry by Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson, and now I'm looking for something else, in fact I'm desperate. I've ransacked the Kulah's house searching for my next read. I found St. Augustine's Confessions, which I'm kind of interested in, but seems to be a bit less leisurely than I'm looking for.
There's some other things, but I just used this question as an excuse to rant about how I crave reading. Oh also I should have brought a second journal to write in, which reminds me I need to find another very very soon.

Are you feeling better and energetic and well? Have you had any more sick?

Well after my night of vomiting, I got better about 24 hours later like I said, and then I had a bit of a weak stomach the following days so I just avoiding things that didn't give me much of an appetite.
But then I came back Sunday and the following Monday on the way to the office in Monrovia, I had to get the car pulled over very quickly and I threw up on the sidewalk in front of a bunch of very confused Liberians. I decided it was just a bit of motion sickness I got, because I didn't throw up anymore afterwards, though I did avoid the egg sandwiches that I had eaten before hand, but that was probably more of a mental thing. Since then I've felt fine and in rather good health. Thanks for the concerns.

Describe a typical day's meals. What you eat, when you have them, etc. Is most everything fresh there, or do the Kulah's have some prepared stuff since they are better off than the average family?

Well in the morning it is usually "oats", which is basically just oat meal with some sugar added in, and usually some side item, be it banana, plum (mango), a roll (with egg or some kind paste stuff, I don't know I just eat), donuts (which I have absolutely fallen in love with), or the corn bread.

In the afternoon, if I'm home then I basically eat my dinner early and so therefore I have to portion it. Eat half for lunch and half for dinner. Lunch/Dinner is usually a big bowl of rice with some soup. The soups are pepper soup, potato greens, palm butter, or cassava leaf, at least these are the most common ones. I like potato greens the most, which is a soup (mind you their soups are more of a paste) made from the leaves that come up from a potato plant. The pepper soup is a soup made with this root that reminds me of potatoes (I keep wondering to myself if I could make mash potatoes from them) and peppers are add (hence the name). Cassava leaf is a lot like potato greens, just different. Cassava is like this bamboo looking plant that they love to make many different things from, and it's supposedly sweet-ish fresh. And palm butter is the true staple of the area. It's this nut that they pound and use it's fibery casing to make this red/orange oily sauce that they then cook with peppers, vegetables, and meats. It is really good.
So all these soups have meat in them and it's usually fish and chicken together.

I told Helenia (the only girl cousin who does the vast majority of the cooking) I thought it was strange they mix chicken and fish together, because the taste are so different and not a good contrast. She just laughed at me. I did get to help her make some palm butter the other day and Helenia teaches me a lot about cooking in Liberia. I think she think I'm odd for my interest the workings of the kitchen, but she entertains my curiosity. In fact I convinced her to take me to the market to go buy the ingredients needed to make the delicious corn bread here, just so she could teach me how to make it. She didn't let me help much though, but I took notes.

Back to the menu I've been eating from...
Though my lunch and dinner are the same when I'm home during the afternoon, when I'm in downtown Monrovia a lot of times my lunch has just consisted of some cornbread and some water, I'm not complaining though, because I love me some cornbread.

There is usually all ways some plum (mango) sitting on the kitchen table, but that's the only snack. If I want something between meals I either have to go down the street and buy what they call 'road food' or get into my own secret stash of granola bars. Which I'd like to take this moment and apologize; Mother you were right the granola bars and Snickers minis were a great idea and I wish I had more now. Anyways, here's a question; when I was in Nicaragua last summer I was told by everyone, don't eat the delicious baked goods you see in the market, but here I eat everything I see no matter how sketch the person looks on the street and I'm fine. Why couldn't I eat the market foods in Central America? Gosh I love those donuts here.

Do the Kulah kids like to read? If so, what? In what language? Does the little one love little girl fairy tales? Do they have many books? Do they have libraries for the public there?

The only reader out of the kids is Joshua. I know I didn't read much till I was about his age, so it doesn't surprise me that Jonathan and Jerrut would rather be running around outside. Though, Joshua has told me he isn't much of an athlete, so he doesn't play outside much. Joshua does read those silly books for older ladies, I think one of the authors is Nora Roberts. I don't have the heart to tell him they are for chicks (have I mentioned this before, I get confused with my journal and blog?). They read in English, everything is in English here, it's the official language of Liberia. I think they take french in high school, but they aren't very good at it. I haven't heard Jerrut or Peace show any interest in fairy tales or stories. I did start reading Harry Potter to them, in fact Jerrut sat through the whole first chapter, but they never mentioned wanting to hear more. Peace didn't have the patience to sit and listen, and I don't think he understood much. I kept change words quickly for them, so the little British references wouldn't confuse them. Yes they have tons of books, I've scanned the shelves very carefully, but they are mostly theological stuff. Only a handful are suited for children or youth, like Harry Potter, and I've already gone through them all, haha. They have libraries, but when I was questioning someone about them, I couldn't tell if they belong to just the universities or if they are truly public. I did look through a school library, but it was mainly populated with old American text books.

What are their favorite toys?

Well for Jonathan, he loves his Playstation 2. Don't worry Tradd the Playstation 2 is truly flourishing here. In fact it is the only system on the market. It's your dream come true. Love live the PS2! I mourn the fact Jonathan and his friends lack any quality games, it's all vague sports/racing games and Disney rhythm games.
Jonathan and the rest of the continent of Africa (or the world minus USA) loves soccer, so I'd say a soccer ball would be up there if he had one.
Peace absolutely loves Uno. The cards they have are so worn out it is ridiculous. I have spent a lot of time playing with him. The one item Peace told me he wishes he had more than anything else was a basketball.
Jerrut and the rest of the family (especially the crazy grandma) loves playing this board game of sorts with dice. It's not all luck of the dice though, there is some strategy.
But the things they play with most of all is just each other and the games they make up outside. Hop-Scotch is rather popular right now.

Have you had to deal with any governmental issues? Does anyone ever look at your passport or your visa or anything, or does no one really care?

Well on my way back from Ganta our car got stopped by these immigration gates, which I was never quite sure of their purpose. At these gates they asked us a lot of questions, would look me up and down a lot, and then ask to see my passport/papers. Sue, the lady I was with, said they never do this and must just not like the way I look. Yeah, because I look so good that they want to keep me for themselves, oooh! Anyways, that happened a couple of times.
Then I also had to go to the Nigerian Embassy to get a visa for my trip over to a conference with Jerry in Nigeria. I only have a multi transit visa and need an entry visa, but the guy there just said I was fine, that they'll accept that. Jerry was fine with that answer, but it left me a bit uneasy. Oh well, I'll just trust them.

How do most people get around locally? Are there lots of bikes?

Most people get around by a lot of walking and grabbing a taxi. The taxi's work different over here. You can pay for a trip down one road, no matter how far a long it you are it'll be the same price, no matter the distance. Then if you have to get on to a new road, you basically have to get into a new taxi (like a train, north-south then transfer to east-west). I could ride three taxi's and get from Jerry's neighborhood entrance to his office, and it would cost me about 75 Liberian dollars, which is worth 7 Liberian donuts and $1.05 in the American dollar, just to give you an idea of the prices.
If by bike you mean motorcycle, yes. There are probably more bikes than cars, in fact there are tons of motorcycle taxis that look incredibly dangerous. But as for bicycles, as in the ones you pedal, I see maybe only one a day. So there are very like. You would think, there would a ton more, but no. I asked Jonathan how much a used bike cost and he said maybe about $70 (American), so that's pretty expensive over here. If you could come up with a way to get very cheap bicycles over here to sell you'd probably have a booming business.

Questions Done.

Now some points of interest. A little update on my coming and goings.

I ate dinner with the Methodist's Bishop of all of Liberia. I'm something of a big deal... No not really. I think he was more interested in Brandon and Douglas. But it was still neato. He's quite a hard working man it would seem and most of his family lives in America doing studies, so that's sad.
Shout out to Dr. Richard Hunter! This bishop who's name I can't remember (Bishop Elis maybe) said he knew you, so there ya go.

So, I was hoping to beginning working at this orphanage in Monrovia, but that just kept getting complicated and it never came. But now I'm working with the New Georgia UMC that is just down the road from where I live with the Kulahs. In fact I am the English teach for there vocational school they have there. It's a summer program to help kids practice and learn things in order to prepare for the next school year.
I just showed up by their request this Monday and they just threw me in the school and said teach. I'm the only English teach so I teach 5 grades in 4 periods (7th/8th are together), and because I'm the only English teacher I get to come up with everything we do. I like to think of myself as Head of the English Department.
Though, I am an English Major at UGA, I want to inform you all, growing up language arts was always my worst subject for the most part. Got my first B in spelling. My elem. and middle school teachers would probably all be surprised that I'm an English major and that I am now in charge of teaching a group of 50 kids language arts. Or maybe they knew something I didn't and would not be surprised.
Anyways, I hate grammar and was bad at. I hated learning the parts of speech and all that jazz. And now I have to teach it. Bah! So far I've actually tried to avoid that a lot. Because I'm the AMERICAN English teacher they want me to help them a lot with pronouncing things and speaking correctly. I imagine Tradd and other friends are laughing now, because I've always been so bad at pronouncing words and even putting my words together a lot of times. But I argue that I am capable to handle their lower level.
Anyways, I spend a lot of time making them do speaking exercises that I make up on the spot, I have them write me some sentences based on reading we did to help with reading comprehension, and I hit a bit of the dumb grammar stuff when I recognize a problem some share. In fact when we do some random writing exercises I try to make them use their imaginations, from what I can tell, I don't think their schools allow much in the department of imagination, and I don't mean just artistically. I mean critical thinking and discussion based thinking where they might develop curiosities about other things in their subjects and ask questions. Growing up I always asked tons of questions, but it seems all they are use to is just sitting there copying notes the teachers write on the board. Lame.
I'm just going on and on. Sorry.
Anyways it's been really fun and the kids really like me. They think my activities are weird (my classes always leave the loud building and go outside and have class, I'm a radical!), but they like it. After class a bunch of the kids walk with me back through the neighborhood to our houses. I imagine it looks old with this tall white man walking along, surrounded by all these little black children running around him. If you will, imagine for a moment...

New Georgia UMC's pastor also has taken quite an interest in me. He basically wants me doing everything. I am the head English teach at their little school, I will be leading their Tuesdays bible study (over 20 people ranging from 7 to 70 years old), and I am to be preaching twice at the church before I leave. In fact I preach this Sunday and I just found out. I have no idea yet what I'm going to preach about either. Jonathan was telling me how I need to do this and I need to that when I preach, but I was like PSH I'm going to just do it my way. This shocked him a bit, he's so use to the Liberian way of preaching. I know if Rev. Kulah was preaching in America I'd want him to preach like he would back home.

Anyways, I'm loving my new routine of getting ready in the morning and taking a 15 minute walk in the cool air of the morning to church for school, then at recess/snack time I walk up to the small market at the road and get a donut, after school walk back to the house with some of the kids from school until they all diverge off, eat a fresh Liberian lunch waiting for me, maybe take a nap or play with the neighborhood kids, do some reading and preparations, go take a walk around the neighborhood which is when I meet a lot strangers and have many interesting conversations and learn a lot, eat dinner and have devotional, journal, read, hang with the family, and I guess finally go to bed. It is quite the good life.

Oh hey, Joshua and Jonathan have been very sick lately, so pray for them and pray I don't catch what they have. I keep having to inform them of what I consider common sense sickness recovery tips; drink lots of water and get lots of rest.

I think I'm done for this post. Sorry it's so long.

Ask Me Questions! And Send Me Some Love In My Email Or On My Facebook!!

Love,
Uncle JoRo (for the UGAers)

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Pics pics pics!


This is what greeted me on the wall when I arrived at the Kulah's when I first got to Liberia. I jst really wanted to share it with you. It stay up for a little over a week.



This Matt the Med Student working in the Ganta hospital. I went around with him for an afternoon, talked with some of the patients, and played games with him. This guy really liked my flippy-floppies. I didn't talk about Matt as much as the Germans, but he was really awesome and had a lot of fun being 'American' with him. Thanks to him I had one my most favorite Fourth of Julys. I'll tell more about this Indepence Day celebration later. Don't worry Hally, we truely celebrated in American fashion.


My German companions, Lisa and Wolfgang. They are a swell bunch! On our way to the carpentry shop. There was a lot of dirt and mud in Ganta, hence their fancy rain boots.

The outdoor vender market. It is one of the most chaotic places. And all these people will sit there and sell their goods rain or shine. I have seen them sitting there at 9 at night in the rain with their poor umbrellas still trying to sell.


Matt, Me, Wolf, and Lisa. Lisa is very beautiful lady, but she just did not smile at the right moment for this picture. These people really became like family to me in a quick week. I was sad to leave them.


The girls were enjoying candy left over from Peace's graduation party. It looks like they were dancing.

Jerruth and Lina. This Lina the prettiest little girl around, and Jerruth (though we say it like Jay-roo) is the girl with the most attitude around.

Douglous and Brandon. They've gone native. These two have really grown on me. We have all become good friends.

John Harris, one of my favorites. I have learned so much from him. He's solid.

Christine look!
There are pharmacies everywhere, and yet not that many doctors, hmmm...
Joshua, Jonathan, and I. I was being African and not smiling for the picture. They don't smile most of the time. I have to tell them, lets smile in this one, because if not all the Americans back home are going to think you don't like me. And they don't like me, but I really want to convince you all that they do.


Down town Monrovia from the top of the hotel. Main market area for Monrovia.

A shanty town of sorts that I could see from the top of this 4-Star hotel we went to the top of. We were escorted by some UN soldiers to the top.

Little boy selling some bananas on the side of the road. This is basically in the neighborhood. I probably go past about 200+ people just like this on our 30 minute drive into Monrovia everyday. They sell all sorts of things. Then that little hut behind him is what all the little shops look like. Shops for haircuts, medicines, foods, car parts, video/music shops, entertainment centers, etc.

This is what most gas stations in Liberia look like. They just pour the gas into a funnel into your car. Sometimes they'll tilt your car so that they can try to get as much as possible in without any form of fluid pressure.
This is Peace and I. Peace really likes to play with the camera and pose for the camera. I believe I already talked about him in another post, but he's the youngest. Just graduated from kindergarten. It was a big deal. We call him Dr. Peace now.


Ahh the beach! This beach has needles and poop all over it though. So watch out. Brandon, CA teacher, came out of the ocean with a plastic bag stuck to him. There are some nicer beaches, where they clean them up, but most are like small landfills.


The principal of Joshua and Jonathan's school. He's not African incase you were wondering. I thought it just really endearing and interesting how the principal and kids got along. I just don't think you'd see this type of relationship at many schools in America.

Liberia. Near the JFK Hospital. Don't let the power lines to the left fool you.

Liberia needs your taxes people! Well not YOUR'S, but I'm sure they would take them. Thought it was just so bizarre and awful how they have to plead with the public to please pay some taxes so that they can try to better their post-war society. But that's post-war society. They don't have a system to keep track of everyone's identification so they can't really enfource taxes like most nations. They just have to ask.

Me chilling with the Liberian youth.



This is the mango trees with the amazing breeze that comes through here. This is where the kids play games in the shade and where the clothes are hung for drying. It was just a nice, colorful picture.



This is the living room where we do devotionals every morning and evening. This is also where the family all gather and just hangout every night watching whatever they can get on the antenna for the TV. You can also see the dinning room in the back behind that large piece of furniture in the center. This is also where I sat among a bunch of hardcore football fans as they all rooted for Brazil against America in the finals for the Confederate Cup. Did you know America is actually good at soccer now? I sure didn't. We beat Spain people, this is a big deal, and sure as heck gave Brazil a run for its money! Yay US!



My bed room that I share with Joshua and Jonathan Kulah. They share the big one of the left and I'm on the right. Those are our mosquito nets hanging from the cieling that we bring down and tuck every night, very important to tuck, because the mosquitoes know how to make their way in.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

I saw a snake and a bullet shell on the road...

Sorry about the disgusting story of my 24 hour illness in the last post. I should have given a warning. I don't think it was very graphic, but maybe for some it was a little TMI. But you must also always remember... TIA.

I like answering your questions!

What is the game that you hinted about like? Ball or no ball?

No ball. Just lines on the ground and your body. It's a tagging type game. Think something like sharks and menos, but with more rules and restrictions.



What's your funniest blunder you have had so far?

I'm not sure off the top of my head... Probably my choking on a fish bone or my continuous inability to understand them, even when they are same something as "hello." Just now a group of grass cutters were giving me a thumbs up and said something, and I couldn't understand them, eventually one of them yelled more clearly hello. They had been yelling hello to me over and over. BTW, many times a greeting from far away takes the form of a thumbs up, and 'grass cutter' as I have just named them are guys with bent-tipped machettes that they swing back and forth to cut the grass. Takes five guys an entire day what would take one guy in an hour or so on a lawn mower.



Who loves you best in Jerry's family?

Hmmm, that might be a toss up between Jonathan the second oldest (12 years old I believe) and Peace (just graduated kindergarten). Jonathan looked the saddest that I was leaving for a week to go to Ganta, but Peace is always the one most excited to see me in the mornings and when I return home from being in Monrovia for the day. Then again, Jerruth (Kathy is that correct spelling?) (only daughter, about 9 years old. her name is a mix of Jerry and Ruth [Jerry's wife]) might play like she could care less if I'm in the room, she is constantly working for my attention and watching me ever so closely. I think secretly she loves me.



Are you going to get to go and see some of the wild critters?

I suppose you are referring to a safari of sorts, whether it be formal or informal. I'd like to think I won't have time for a formal day of safariing, because I'll be so busy doing great works. But if a crazy informal safari happens outside of my control I won't complain. I love a good story.

Though, I must share that I saw a monkey on the beach! One of those awesome little ones with the curled tail. The kind I always dreamed of having as a pet when I was younger. Well yeah, apparently it is not uncommon for someone in Africa to have one for a pet. In fact Jonathan informed me they did use to own one. I was upset that the Kulah's no longer did, but sadly it died.



Do you ever truly get home sick?

I miss things about home, but I don't get the home sick pangs where I can basically feel the sadness in my body.

Sadly I do find myself looking back on my time here and think, has it really only been 2 weeks, because it has felt much longer. Is it really 7 more weeks, because that seems so far away. I feel bad saying that, but I blame it on the fact I haven't had some work here that I can settle into and call 'my work', because I'm jumping around so much. It's like a too long vaccation, because on vaccation you know it's temporary so you don't fully make it home sense you don't own anything (not in the financial sense). And so sense I can't get settled down to call home one place and a certain task or role to call my own, it all seems to drag. I envy my new German friends, because there entire time they have been in one community and only having one role (with many task). I have rambled off course, but I hope that brings light to my situation.



How have you felt God's presence the strongest?

When I first read that question I wasn't sure I had an answer cause nothing came to mind. Then as I was answering the above question it hit me, probably the Youth Camp where within a short amount of time I made a lot of new relationships and considering I usually find God most in relationships with people. So any time I find a genuine connection with someone despite age, origin, background. Now what is God using me for in those relationships? Am I even following His will so to speak? I have no clue, but I have to have faith something good can/could/will come of it some how.
I've also made a lot of great connections and relationships here in Ganta so far too, so this might challenge my short Youth Camp adventure. I really don't want to leave Ganta come Sunday, but it's my only ride back to Monrovia and I'm told I have to return to keep with whatever schedule they have me on.

This seems like a good transition into what I did in Ganta today...
Let's see Wolf took me to look at some snail houses today. They raise snails and eat them here. But really the only snail houses are privately owned. So Wolf's last project he has given himself for his time here is to design and build a snail house for the compound, and it is his hope that the carpenters here will pick up his plans and ideas and build a bunch of house, so then they can use the snails as a way to raise a little bit of revenue for the ministries here.

I also went to the short term missions house where Lisa is working on decorating the inside to liven it up. She claims not to be artistic, but she's got the heart. I, being the brother of an interior designer, lended a helping hand in painting some artwork on the walls and adding some advice on how they could possibly make things a little more appealing. They kept describing it as "ugly" and making these digusted faces, to where you would think they were describing a pile of poop. I think it is their lack of other english words and their German ways, because it really wasn't that bad. Reminded me of public class rooms just without the cheesy educational/motivational posters.

Then I had a meeting with the District Superintendent of the Gompa district (which I'm in). I really should stop having meetings with higher ups in the ministry ladder or otherwise I'm going to think I'm important or something. I'm actually being serious to exstint, not about my issue with pride, but to the point of I feel I need to see othersides to the picture. But for more on that ask me when I get home. I'm still doing research for these thoughts. Anyways said research led me to respect a certain rude white lady I live with more (I'm telling you this lady looks like the female version of later movie Dumbledore).

I got totally off topic.

Anyways, I met with the DS and the youth pastor of the local church, which is the biggest in the district. We talked for about an hour on all sorts of things like me, them, Liberia, youth ministry, seminaries, American church/Liberian church. In the end they invited me to come to their youth/young adults service thing they put on Friday nights, and I am to speak. They said I have an hour to just do whatever I want, oh my. I decided, base on our conversation, that I would talk about how we do youth ministry in America and mention my limited impressions of their youth ministry, and then allow plenty of time for questions, because I have a feeling they will ask away. And given the right questions I'm sure I could talk their ear off.

I decided during my meeting that I would see if Wolf and Lisa wanted to come along, considering that youth pastor said she was surprised they never came by. I know Wolf had told me he was interested in being apart of more traditional ideas of 'ministry' while he was here, so I saw this as a great opportunity to include him.
But better yet I was already thinking of a great talk he could give to the youth next friday if he wanted to. It involved capentree (since he's a carpenter), Jesus (a carpenter), disciplines (like patience, ect. that I have learned about through Wolf and listening to his interactions with the other carpenters), and the Christian walk. Trust me it's a great talk/sermon waiting to be realized. I informed Wolf later of my idea and he looked terrified. I went into fully explaining how it would go and hoped he'd catch my excitement, but that only scared him more. Him and Lisa said I should just do it, because I clearly already had the idea well developed. I was hoping to push him out of his box, but he won't have it, so I backed off. I clearly misunderstood him when he said he wanted to be apart of some ministry, he explained he'd rather just help on the side lines. Honorable, humble Wolfgang. I love him. Either way, it's a nifty idea and I hope to use one day, even I just hold up a picture of my german carpenter friend.

I always feel like there is so much more I want to tell you people, even though I've already typed so much so quickly.

I really want to post an update with a lot of pictures and hopefully I can when I return to Monrovia.

Thanks for all the prayers and messages you people!

- Uncle Joshua

Ganta

Ganta...
Ganta is a little-big town in the north eastern region of Liberia, near the border of Guinea. Located here is a United Methodist compound of sorts that provides all sorts of services for the surrounding areas like, hospital, schools of various sorts from ABCs and math to a carpentree and seamtry school, farming, missions outpost, and various other things. It's quite a amazing little community within itself.
The compounds main ministry you might say is the hospital and many of the other ministries purpose is to either teach or help keep the hospital running, finacially or engery-wise. The compound missionary house they have here is for mission teams from other countries who come to help and work on short term projects, but it actually seems to serve them the most benefit be the money it brings in and not so much the services the individuals bring. Of course that's just me reading into what they have said, but they sure love to talk up the financial benefits that the short term missions house brings.

This place was on my itenerary to come and spend a week at to serve in whatever areas they have for me. Though, I didn't know it was on my itenerary until the day before, because there was an issue with my itenerary and didn't have it finalized until then. But when it was decided this was my new destination, they had not actually figured out how I would get there. So then a whirl of confusing phone calls were made until we found out how I was to get there, but we found a few individuals going that very day. So I had to quickly return to the Kulah's to pack some things for my week stay.
Upon arriving there close to midnight, after an uncomfortable five hour ride, I went up to what I thought was the District Superintendent's house and was greeted by some white lady who seemed quite annoyed with both my late night arrival and my early arrival sense she was expecting me later the next day. By candle light she quickly showed me where I would sleep and then left me alone. So I was very confused to say the least and my friends I made in the car ride up were no where near by.
The next day I was introduce to my house mates. Two older ladies from America who both seem to have been living away from the States for some time now. A German couple, Wolfgang (whom I call Wolf) and Lisa (I will speak more on these two later). And a med-student from the US named Matt. One of the older ladies in the morning at breakfast ask me what my major was (maybe she was thinking I was a bio-med major or something and could help out at the hospital) and I share I was an english major, upon which a few gave a little chuckle at the uselessness my major brings, especially considering the school was closed for break right now. I did not appreciate the chuckle, but I kept that to myself. They asked what it was I was told I would be doing. I informed them I don't anything about what I'm suppose to be doing and that I just figured I would serve where ever you needed some help. I've gotten use to telling people I don't know why I'm here and what I'm suppose to be doing when I go to places. They seemed confused with what to do with me, so they just said I would follow the Germans, but that I would probably get bored. Clearly they don't know me, I mean how can one get bored when you're hanging out with Germans in Africa!

I've enjoyed talking with Matt the medstudent mainly just because we get each other's jokes and American references.

Let me now properly introduce Wolf and Lisa. They are a young German couple in their 20s. Lisa just graduated as an economics and accounting major, and Wolf is a carpenter and just got done with his apprenticeship last year, though he wants to go on to college to become an engineer. Now that Lisa is done with school, they are hoping to get married after she gets a job. They've both been here since the beginning of April and will be return mid-August, about when I am. I absolutely love them and have already invited them to come stay with me if they ever come to visit the States. In return they said they would travel Europe with me and I am invited to their wedding.
They both work in the Missions Office as assistence, but their work is really all over the place. Wolf helps out in the carpentree shop here, but mainly to educate. It upsets him so much when he see or hears them using machinery incorrectly, it makes him cringe. Right now their big project is fixing up the missions house and making things overall improved in the house. And they help out at keeping things organized for the most part on the compound. I have in fact found ways to help them; I helped them write an email using proper english, I helped them do conversions with the english measurement system (yard>feet>inches can be so confusing, what has england and the US done to the world), and I helped them communicate with the fabric salesmen. So, I feel I did something.

I was very tired my first night here and so after dinner I went ahead and laid down and fell asleep soon after. I woke up in the night around 2am, feeling nauseous, headache, sweating, but most of all I needed to pee and was about to bust. I rolled out of bed and out of the tangle of mosquito net on to the cold floor, trying to keep quiet as not to wake up my German roommate, Wolfgang. I crawled over to my bag in the darkness searching desperately for my flashlight (oh how I love my flashlight), and then made my way to the bathroom. I found in the bathroom that the toilet was clogged by the evidence of the remaining waste, but there was no time, so I peed. But right afterwards I found myself gagging and then vomiting.
As I kneeled there spilling my dinner into the already filled toilet, my mind returned back to the week before I left for Africa, and the night that I spent throwing up every hour of the night. Fear struck me of the idea of having to go through a night of food poisoning and days of recovering. I had just gotten up to Ganta and I did not want to spend my time here in a bed. Afterwards I got some water to drink, laid down, and then prayed quite a bit. About an hour later I was awakened by nauseous stomach and quickly made for the bathroom. Not thinking, I went to the clogged toilet again. Afterwards I drank more water and prayed some more, and then fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning drained, nauseous, and overall feeling crappy. So I stayed in bed that morning. For lunch I ate some bananas and drank some terrible tasting electrolyte mix that they gave me. And then I would sleep more, because eating and being out of bed made me feel bad. For dinner I pretty much repeated my lunch routine, except the Germans also gave me some vegetable broth, which was my soup substitute. It was delicious and made me very happy. And then I went back to sleep.

Happy to report this morning I felt much better and ate some stuff of a bit more substance. I still don't want heavy starchy things like oats, rice, or biscuits they have, just the smell makes me feel a bit sick and I'm feeling a bit weak. But otherwise I'm alive. They say I just grabbed a bug from some where and that it happens to many, and it's just a 24 hour thing.

I've spent too much time on the computer so I must go now, but I do want to inform you...

Don't worry, I knew the morning it happened that Michael Jackson was dead. Yes, us here in Africa knew right away. In fact the first thing Jonathan said to me was that he was dead. I don't know how he found out with electricty in the house, but he knew.
I hear his music everywhere now.

I hope to answer some questions in my next post that people have been asking. I should get the chance sense they have a free internet cafe here.

Peace be with you,
Uncle Joshua

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Where in the world...

I don't have time to type of a lengthy blog and I'm on a German computer which has been messing me up a bit.
Anyways, I'm currently in Ganta, Liberia after a 5 hour trip along bumpy roads. I'll be here til next Tuesday, but if I can't find a way back to Monrovia, I could be here longer.

Your assignment readers is to locate where Ganta is so that you know where your dear Uncle Joshua currently is.

Pray for me please.

Sincerely,
Uncle Joshua

Friday, June 26, 2009

The Water Definitely has a Taste...

Some answers to some more questions...

What’s been the best thing and worst thing so far?
Best so far was the time I spent at the Youth Camp I mentioned in my earlier post. Getting to know the kids and know about what life for a none pastors family is like, because so far the schedule of dawn devotional and then another devotional before bed is not the usual schedule for most families, even Christian families, in Liberia. Though I really enjoy the short devotional and worship sessions we have in the house.

Worst thing so far... everytime I'm told to do something by Rev Kulah and I get confused because it's difficult to hear and I think I was told something else, or because they have different expectations. Even when I think I'm going above and beyond with somethings, I still might have done it wrong and they don't really recognize effort, where I see all the effort. So that's discouraging and frustrating, but I get by.

Have you met someone yet who’s like your favorite person there?
No. Not one favorite. I love the Kulah children. I also love John Harris, the guy who handles all the driving. He taught me many things and I hope to learn more. The was the old driver of the van that took us up to the Youth Camp. He looks like seventy, but to me he had the swagger of a 20-something. I met the Kulah's cousin, Natalynn, at the camp, and she was one of the silliest young ladies I'd ever met. She was strangely insistent on me putting mayonaise in everything, though I never saw her use the stuff. Also, I don't trust mayonaise in this environment. She also was persistent on trying to read my journal, so I let her just read my impressions of the Nigerian airport. There was little Linda who plays with the other children in our neighborhood. She's about 3 years old and I have deemed her cutest little girl in the whole wide world.


Do you meet a bunch of new people everyday, or do you see about the same people?
To me I meet a bunch of new people everyday, but from what I've gathered I've actually introduced myself to the same people multiple times. It's just in my first few days I was meeting tons of people, and now I can't remember if I'd already met them. So I just introduce myself. But mainly it's the same people for now, just a couple here and there each day. I met with the principle of a school and some teachers the other day. Because I don't have a full itinerary yet, I haven't been too active with different groups.

What’s your daily schedule, like is every day different?
Every morning I wake up about 7:00 something. Take my bucket shower and get ready. Then we have devotional. Todays devotional went way long because they got in an argument about Jacob and Esau, and Jerry wasn't as in a hurry to get to the office.

Are you still sleeping at really strange times? Do you get enough sleep?
Only on days I'm super tired from the long hot day, then I pretty much hit the sack right after night time devotional, which is right after dinner. I think I get enough sleep. It's just the heat drains me very quickly.

What’s your fav thing you’ve eaten so far?
Favorite thing is probably these donut things they have. Like large dounut balls with sugar sprinkled on top.
My least favorite thing was the super spicy food that made me chug my bottle of water and go lay down a bit. It actually tasted good, just hurt. Also the fish bones I accidentally swallowed that tried to kill me.


Oh Jason and Kristen, a new spider appeared in the shower yesterday. Bigger than the last. Right by my head. I wasn't fully naked yet so I ran out and asked the kids what we should do! They laughed at me and said leave it, because it helps eat bugs. Yeah bugs and Josh. They say it won't bite or hurt you, but I know that it know I tried to kill it's brother back at camp, and it wants revenge.

Yesterday I was given a 'tour' of sort of Monrovia, because there was no work for me to do. So me and the California teacher guys were taken around town. I didn't enjoy it much, because I don't care much about buildings as I do the culture. So I felt very much like I was wasting time. But nothing I could do. We went to this old hotel, that at one point was a five star. Now it has big holes in it from bullets. The UN guards it now because it has radio towers for communication on top of it. While we were there rain started to pour down. And off went the clothes of some children around there. They went into the old swimming pool of the hotel, which had a little bit of water on the deepest end and they would get on pieces of plastic and slide down the slick, wet tiles bottom of the pool into the deep in. Looked fun. They were trying to show off for us, which was very funny.

Some of my favorite things I keep with me while I'm here are as follows...
My Watch: I never knew how much I check the time and it makes a little beep beep when it's a new hour. And for some reason it's like a little party for me in my head, like the beginning of a new year celebration.
My water bottle and SteriPen: It sustains me like no other. It's like my one and only companion, because I really never go anywhere without it. Especially when one individual here told me never to let it leave my sight, and that's all he said.
My Journal: When I have nothing to do or I want to just chill and expell the busy thoughts of my head after a long day, it is there to carry that burden for me. All the children comment on all the writing I do and how amazing they think it is. I'm at about 70 pages now. Should have more, but being too tired prevents me sometimes.
My draw string bag I've gotten from the Kulahs. It carries all my things that I need for the day. I enjoy having a little bag to carry all my stuff so much that I might just continue carrying one in America. I don't care if I get made fun of. It's just so nice to have all these tools at my disposal.

Also the last couple of days another companion of mine has been this book I found in Rev Kulah's office. "Great Personalities of the New Testament." It's been very interesting. Only down side about it is it keeps me from journaling some, but I have enjoyed putting some words in my brain, instead of just pouring words out.

Principle said the other day, there is only one way to speak English. I didn't say anything, but I disagree. That's destroy what makes English so wonderful, is its amazing flexibility. I had a professor once say "English is a whore." And it is. But I see what he's saying, that if the Liberian can speak english more "proper" like the Americans and English of the world, then it would help them to suceed. Just dropping some thoughts on this, because I struggle so much to understand their english sometimes. But honestly I wouldn't want them to be different from how they are.

Ok then, till next time readers...

Uncle Joshua

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I'm tanner, but I still don't blend in...

Shout out to Kate Fields!
Yo Kate, I think you would like the food here, because it's mainly veggie. Though, you probably wouldn't have what looked like a live crab in my soup the other day. It looked like a belly up crab you'd see on the beach. I was told to each the whole thing, shell and all. I didn't. Also, I had some fish with what look like scales still on it and I got a bone stuck in my throat. It sucked and hurt. I had to eat a lot of rice and water to force it down. Fun.

Hey, you who have been in a class or Bible study with me know I can argue and disagree a lot, remind me not to do that when I'm in a Liberian Bible study... oh wait you aren't here to do that.
Yeah, went to a Bible study that talked about tithing and giving, big things I think about a lot, so I'm this new white boy guest, and I started asking tons of annoying questions and proposing different ideas, and even took the side of some renegade member. I apologized for being disruptive to the associate pastor who lead the study afterwards. He said he enjoyed it and it was ok. Still, I'd rather not be disruptive. I'm probably exaggerating.

I spent most of my time talking with John Harris, the guy who does all the driving for us. He's very old and awesome. He told me about all the fruits in Liberia and how to make them into jams. I also took a stroll with him down some street while he bought some grilled corn and he explained the market system. Sometimes he got to Liberian on me and I couldn't understand what he was saying so I nodded and made a 'I'm-listening-face'. He also gave me the Liberian history and told me about surviving the civil war. I also found out from him that lions and leopards are in the forest of Liberia (so someone tell Tradd it's true I indeed could be eaten by a lion).

Speaking of telling Tradd stuff...
Tell him that I found out that the Blood Diamond stuff happened in the country next door. Sirleon (something like that). And that the president in the movie was based on the bad civil war president of the civil war here. And Liberia indeed does have tons of diamonds, but it's illegal to mine them because they were the fuel for the civil war. So yeah, I'm kind of in the thick of it. The area at least.

I say tell Tradd, because he's not actually read this.

For those are interested in hearing stories when I get back, well I hit 60 pages in my journal today. Also today is the end of my first week here in Liberia. I'm gonna need to get another journal before the end of this trip if I keep up this pace.

I learned a Liberia game that the kids play. It was a lot of fun and I'll teach those who want to learn when I get back. I was playing with little kids like 10 years old, but they were whooping me. They play a lot. Good thing we were on teams. I got super hot and sweaty so I couldn't play too long. But we were playing under the shade of these mango trees, which recieves an awesome breeze. The best breeze in the area I'd say, and I've become quite a learner of breezes.

People, ask me questions so I know some things I can tell you people.
I don't have time to go into full stories, because I'm bad about taking too long to tell a story and I don't got too much time to type too much.

I've been having to go through Romans to come up with questions for this test/trivia thing for the Youth. I don't remember Romans being as crazy as it is... I want to do a study of it with some people when I get back. Remind me.

There were these two professors from California that I met today. They got in last night. Their luggage got lost. That stinks, but the church is doing what they can to help. Poor one guy was sweating buckets, it was crazy. Even though I had a fine conversation with them, they seemed so in the clouds (for lack of better words), that I didn't really feel like I had a moment of American comfort or closeness or anything. Oh well. They're here to teach some ESL classes even though Liberians first language is english, but they are doing to improve it. And one guy is a musician and is going to help english singing musicians in Liberia. But they are both mainly here to study. One the culture and the other music of Africa. I bet they would enjoy my journal haha.
I hope they find more than what they came looking for.

So I've been here for a week, but...

I still hit my head on the door ways because they are only about 5'10" and I'm about 6'1".
I still take forever taking a bucket shower.
I still can't understand them while they talk or sing (I'm getting better).
I still examine my food carefully while eating not. Not because I don't trusted, but just out of curiousity.

I don't introduce myself as Josh anymore, because they have trouble saying that for some reason. So I just say Joshua, which is what most call me anyways. Uncle Joshua is what the kids call me. It's a form of respect like Mister.
I don't wash my hands every second.
I don't reapply deet (bug spray) every other minute. Just at night time now.


OK bye. Send me some love on Facebook. I love love.

- Uncle Joshua

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Some Answers...

I just checked my email after I posted my last blog so I'm adding these answers to questions a friend asked me in an email...

Are they having you help with chores around the house and stuff?
No. In fact they are always trying to help me when I try to do things on my own like get my water for a bath. I'm sure eventually they will let me. The most they let me do is take dirty dishes to the kitchen. But their are so many people in this house at all times that everything gets taken care of before I turn around.

Do you help cook?
No again. It's a small kitchen and already looks crowded in there while they are fixing things. But I'm usually away or busy, and so food is waiting for Jerry and I when we get home.

Do you have a bed?
I am very blessed. I indeed have my own bed. I share a small room with the two oldest sons, Joshua and Jonathan. They share a double bed and I have a single of my own. No need for blankets because that small breeze from the window feels oh so good, I have to rotate as I sleep to put some coolness on my underside. I feel like my bags are taking up so much room in their room, but we are making it work.

Is the weather wet or just hot?
Both. One day it rain the whole day. One day it didn't rain any and was nothing but intense sun. but most days showers hit for a bit here and there at random times during the day. Honestly I think the 90s something heat of Georgia is worst, but we have A/C so I don't think about it much. It's here you can't escape it. Nicaragua was more comfortable temperature wise.

Is there running water into the house?
Only if you mean water you have to run to go get. Haha I'm so funny. No running water. just buckets filled with water strategically placed around the house (bathroom and kitchen). Some water comes from a well which is used for bathing and for pouring into a toilet to get rid of the waste. Then there is water from a pump which is used for drinking and cooking. All this water comes from people walking down the road some to fill buckets they carry on their heads back to the house.

Are there toilets?
Yes toilets and they work as I explained earlier. At the youth camp our toilet's bucket near by ran out of water and so I had to find another toilet with a filled bucket so I could 'flush' later.

Do you have to take bucket baths?
Yes I take bucket baths. You stand in a shower with your soap and a bucket of water. You wet yourself and then lather up, and then you pour the water over you. At the Kulah's house they always keep a little coal fire with hot water on top, so you can warm your bucket of water up some. It really isn't that bad.

Have you used your steri pen?
Yes, a lot. They have some bottled water, but I try to use the pump water more and just sterlize it with the UV Steripen. People look at it like it's magic or something. Then again so do I. I actually drank some water out of prepackaged bag. I was scared I was going to die after, but I was so thirsty. I have also drank after and with many Liberians, I'm not sure if that's an issue... short of mono. Man I'm sure their would be a lot of questions if I came back with mono... I was voted most attractive at the Youth Camp.

Are you totally healthy?
I am. Though they gave me some freaking spicey food I didn't expect at that camp. crazy old lady cook. I hade to drink a whole bottle of water and lay down after that. I'm not that into super spicey.

Have you seen any critters yet?
Jonathan Kulah and I were walking and he excitedly pointed out a squirrel on a roof to me at the camp. I was like, yeah so what. He had never seen one before except in a book. He'd love Georgia, so many squirrels.
Also saw something like a spider scurry across the floor one day in the house, I told myself I didn't really and haven't thought about again since. And then at the camp I was looking at the dresser and then noticed a giant spider next to my head on the furinture. I freaked out and grabbed a Bible, my sword, and tried to smush it! I removed the Bible and it wasn't there, but three feet away on a new part of the furniture. I gave up and said it won, because I was not fighting a spider that moves that quick. I then prayed to God I wouldn't get eaten by a giant spider. So far so good.


I want to mention what I did at the Youth Camp, because I didn't last time. I was asked to come an be a speaker and to speak on Goal Setting and Time Management. I thought it was strange topics for christian youth camp, but they are very much into empowering their youth here, which is cool.
So I made my talks a nice mix between practical and God inspired and made sure it was quite Biblical. I shared my stories of my trials and tribulations of just getting to Liberia to compliment what I was teaching.
But the first morning I we woke up at dawn and I was told as I was getting up that I was in charge of "Rise n' Shine". What? I said. They explained it was the exercises they do with the kids in the morning and I was to do a 20 minute workout routine as soon as I get outside. Not what I was expecting. SO I relied on my years of basketball and football pre-practice warmups. I made them do some stretches that they'd never even seen. All I could think as I was heading up to lead these exercise was my old PE teacher and middle school basketball coach, Coach Jones and how he'd yell "Exercise!" in his large hard to understand black man voice.
Then later after breakfast they informed me moments before that i would lead the 15 minute long devotional. I have no clue why they kept wanting to spring things on me last minute like that. So I whipped out 1 Corinthians 18-23, which was the verse I shared with them the night before as some of me favorite verses. Thought that would be appropriate since I said it was one of my faves.
Then I also was asked to lead some break out discussions. They talked about how they feel their churches could improve and what bad things have enter and what good things have left their churches. It was quite fascinating.
Gave my Goal Setting talk later in the afternoon, which went really well. They asked me a bunch of questions about what I talked about which was weird, because i clearly told them I was no expert on this, but some reason they kept asking like I had my Doctorates in Goal Setting. Most of my answers were, 'I don't really know, but I suppose...'
And then they told me I'd give the Time Management one later.
Later came and went, and because tons of things went too long and they had too much planned they couldn't fit in my last talk. So because of bad management of time I couldn't talk about Time Management. It made me chuckle thinking about the irony.
I later tried to explain "irony" to this young lady at the camp to show he why it was funny I couldn't give my talk on Time, because we ran out of time. She just couldn't get it and I just couldn't explain it. But I still enjoyed laughing about to myself.

But some of my best experiences were just getting to know the kids at the camp. Some would take me aside just to have a one on one talk with me. And many groups would invite me over where they would question me together. I shared so much from my life, explained my faith and what my Christian life in America is like, I prayed for a number of them (they are not scared to ask for some prayer), and I was even asked to explain Bible verses for them on number occasions sense they don't always understand everything they read in english Bibles. I had to explain at my devotional that "foolishness" means "stupid" from my 1 Corinthians 1 verses. One boy wanted to go into some 1 Samuel with me, which was fun explaining and teaching.

Ok I'm done for now. I am currently introducing the youth of Liberia to christian rap (Lacrae), among other things (fist pound and hand explode). Be scared America.


p.s.
+ 3 Kudos points to you

Getting Personal

Dear Christine,
You're right it's a good thing I am a touchy-feely person, because these Africans love to be close and physical. I spent many minutes straight just holding hands with a African I just met. They a lot of times finish handshakes, not with letting go, but just holding hands. Piled in with 22 teenage Liberians into a van for 8.
Also, you would think everyone was yelling at you because they like to talk very loud and forcefully. I thought of you and how you would cry even though they'd only be trying to help you. I joke.

Dear D. Higgs,
The Africans don't need P90X, they are already all ripped... well a lot are.

Also, I memerized a young boy with my ability to do a bridge while shuffling. It was like magic to him. I promise I'm not stealing all their money by beating them in poker.
Dear Tradd,
The Liberian would not appreciate your bathroom habits with so many multiple visits you like to take daily seeing as the water to flush the toilet you have to pour in yourself. And that water comes from a tub and the water in the tub comes from long walks down from a river or well.
Also, someone tell Tradd to read this, otherwise he'll never see this. He probably thinks I'm dead already.
Dear Alicia,

For once people are not surprised when I tell them me and my sister are ten years apart, because most families have multiple children with large age ranges. Also many people think you and Craig are rich because he's a doctor. I tell them otherwise.

Dear Hattie,
Found no British people yet.
Dear Caroline,

A group of kids laughed at me when I told them I don't have sex. They explained that 'all' kids before my age are having sex.

And don't act surprised why I'm telling you this! No, I'm kidding I don't have a reason. Everyone else is reading along too anyways.
But don't worry I encourged them and talked with them about accountability groups in churchs. Apparently they don't do things like that. I think it would be a good idea. They agreed.
Dear Mother,
I am alive still.
Dear Everyone,
I just got back from a Youth Camp this weekend. I have learned so much about Liberia culture through the teenagers here, but of course where else would you get the truth. I have also learned about their terrible misconceptions about America. Not bad ones, they actually think to highly of us in my opinion.

"Your women are beautiful. In the movies and TV we see them and they are so beautiful." I quitckly explained that's why those ladies are in the movies and that not all American girls are that beautiful. But of course all the girls I know and are reading this blog are some of the most beautiful in the world... heh.
Also, speaking of America, they love talking about the elections. I thank God I voted for Obama, because you think they all think he's the next coming. They think he's made such great changes, but I avoid telling them that there haven't been much change yet considering that change takes time haha. But it's great they support us and optimistic for our leadership.

Speaking of beauty, I got voted and awarded "Most Attractive" at the youth camp. They had this pagent and talent show thing and at the end of the night many awards were handed out. They said they think I look like Justin Timberlake (psh JT wishes he looked this good). I was honored... I'm not sure if it was a joke though.

I made a lot of friends with those kids and I sad the camp ended. I really hope I get to see them again.

Speaking of those kids, they freaking love the song, "(Don't Make Me) Fall in Love" by d'BANJ. The artist is from Nigeria. Look up the song, it's the jam. It's the theme song of my stay here, because I've probably already heard it a hundred times. And man do they jump up and dance like crazy to the song. It really is catchy. I can hear it off in the background right now. I shall never escape it and I don't know if I really ever want to.






My home for the summer. The Kulah's residence.





This is some of kids in the van that I got very close with (on multiple levels haha) on the Youth Camp.





Here's some guys who introduced me to some popular Liberian jams, like the foreign sounds of Neyo and T-Pain...
Oh and thank you to Christine for the great messages she has left me on Facebook. She's the only one...
And don't worry Christine, I didn't get raped in the Nigerian airport while waiting outside all alone in the airport by myself.

Friday, June 19, 2009

In Liberia

I'm not going to be updating this blog as much as I wish I could. I have dial up equivilent internet speeds and I'm at the whims of my caretaker Jerry. They only have electricity between 7 and 11 pm, so right now I'm actually using the charge he has left on his laptop, but he's done using it for the day.
This is from an email I sent my family earlier. I'm doing this so you have something to read in case I have to get off soon.

I'm here safely and what not. I am forever going to be hot and oily from the hot humid weather and all the bug spray. Only time I truly feel cool is when I'm in a fast moving car and by the window.

They took my peanut butter, but I'm surviving. Kathy Cook told me to take a jar of peanut butter in case I have food difficulties when I get here. It was basically a last resort and the darn Atlanta airport took it. They are feeding me well and I really like the food. Would you like me to tell you all about it, seeing as that's what I typically do when I go out of the country? I'll just say this, lots of rice and lots and lots of cornbread. It's more like a mix between cornbread and cake, more corn less cake. But it is tasty.
Yesterday we went to a village way outside the city and there were doctors, nurses, and people with meds with us to provide them with free medical support and a number of preachers with us from around the area. The village was apparently Muslim, so the preachers talked about Jesus and said it is because of him we have brought this help and they prayed with those who wanted to. I have trouble as is speaking with educated Liberian, they have to repeat a lot for me, so I was not much help in the village I don't think. I took pictures for Jerry and helped move stuff.

Today I leave with Jerry's oldest son, Joshua, to a youth camp where I'll be speaking some.

My two biggest regrets, I didn't pack my own bag completely on my own, because it took me forever just to find a contact case, and I should have packed a book bag to bring with me. I'm always having to take so much with me everyday just for my 'survival'. I'm referring to my water sterilizer, passport, water bottles, and then if I want extra stuff like a camera, well it's a lot.

I've already had tons of moments of realization while being here, where I'm just like... "Whoa didn't expect that," though it then always dons on me that I never even really thought about it much, so I actually didn't know what to expect. The bathtub is both the sink and bathing place. It's really the only work drain in the house. But at the same time most people I have seen and met have cell phones. I'm sure it's not like that as you enter villages away from the cities.
But then again their capital Monrovia doesn't seem bigger than my home town, Snellville.

I have had encounters with some real African stuff musically from the random songs individuals will break out in, to over hearing some Outkast and Jordan Sparks on the radio. I was particularly excited about these because Outkast is from Atlanta where I'm from ( I shared this with them, they had no clue thats what they were hearing) and 'One Step at a Time' truly is inspirational. Thank you Miss Sparks.

I'm watching the two youngest of the household play Uno right now. i'm running out of things to type. I've already written about 20 pages in my journal, so clearly I have a ot to speak on, I just don't want to get into a long story right now.
I hope to upload some pictures later on here, but with this connection that could take me forever. I won't have any internet again until sometime next week.

I think the grandmother is funny, I just wish I could understand her half the time. She gave me the wierdest look today when I was stirring my water with my UV purifying device. I mean I think it's a crazy futuristic James ond type device, so I don't know what she thinks.

Jerry just told me not to tell you all that he's beating me and then he ran off while letting out his Rafiki-like (bamboo from Lion King) laugh.

Anyways, he sounds eager to eat lunch and he loves for us to eat together, though no one else ever eats with us. But I am HIS guest. So we must get to the delicious cornbread.

Keep me in your prayers people.
Till next time my readers.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

The Man Who Follows Jesus, The Man I Follow...

You may find yourself, dear reader, asking yourself, "What of this Jerry Kulah? I would like to know more about him, seeing as Josh/Joshua/JoRo (take your pick) is going to be living and serving with him." Well fear not my readers, I will tell you of the man who follows Jesus, the man I will follow...

For my last entry I spent a lot of time (so sorry for all those words, they just flood out of me soaking everything in their path) talking about my past and history, and how I got all wrapped up in this crazy mission to Liberia. As I was typing that I was looking online for a picture of Jerry Kulah to share with you my dear readers (because I know I really like seeing what people look like), and I came across some articles that talk about Jerry.
I literally let out vocal exclamations as I read these articles about him. I honestly have not gotten to know Jerry as well as I would have liked before this mission trip, and after reading all this I was shocked. Shocked by the opportunity the Lord has given me to spend an entire summer doing the Lord's work with him. Goodness Gracious! God has much in store for me.
Here are some of excerpts from the online articles I read about Jerry:

My own United Methodist story is similar to so many in the U.S. I grew up in the church thanks to family that had been Methodist for generations. But compare our story to the Rev. Jerry Kulah, a district superintendent in Liberia. By his own account, his experiences included “raging storms, deep waters, and blazing fire.”

Jerry was born to a polygamous family, in a Liberian village. He was among more than 25 children of one father and about seven wives, which meant a life of “competition, jealousy, hatred, and struggle for survival.” An older half brother brought him to the capital of Monrovia but had little money and often was away on military assignments. On many days, Jerry went without food or stole to survive. At age 8, Jerry became a servant to another family with hopes of being provided for. Instead, he was introduced to child abuse and slave labor, to which he was subjected for 12 years.

But Jerry attended school where he was introduced to the Bible. At age 15, during a Bible study, he became affected by “the reality of my sin, hell, and eternity.” When he got home he knelt on the floor and asked Jesus into his life. He became active in Christian youth activities but resisted the call to ministry, preferring a dream of material comforts. He earned a university degree in mathematics and got a well-paying job. In 1989, Jerry was planning a wedding with a young woman he had met in school when Monrovia was besieged by rebels, starting a 14-year civil war, during which Jerry lost nearly everything.



The government declared Jerry’s tribe to be enemies and both Jerry and his older half-brother, United Methodist Bishop Arthur Kulah, became hunted fugitives. While on the run, Jerry wore double layers of clothing, so as always to have extra clothes. When government troops finally captured Jerry, they accused him of being a rebel, thanks to his odd dress. The commander ordered a soldier to shoot Jerry, who pleaded his innocence while also praying. Amazingly, the soldier ordered Jerry to run for his life.



Several days later, Jerry again evaded arrest and likely death when compelled to give his identity card to a soldier. The soldier confusedly stared at the card while Jerry prayed the 23rd Psalm until the soldier returned the card and let Jerry pass. In 1990, Jerry recalls God telling him to escape to Nigeria. Jerry led evangelism in a refugee camp there while also attending seminary. His fiancée, Ruth, also escaped Liberia to meet Jerry in Nigeria, where they finally married in 1992. In 1994 they had their first child, whom they named Joshua. Finally, Jerry and his family returned to Liberia in 1997. He began pastoring a church in 1998, became evangelism director for the Liberian United Methodist Church in 2001, and became a district superintendent in 2007, supervising 34 churches and seven preaching points.

Today Jerry and his wife care for their four children, his mother, and the five children of Jerry’s brother, who died during the war. “God specializes in going into the interior of life and taking that which is inferior to make superior,” Jerry has concluded. He also quotes from Jeremiah 29:11: “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

Like many African United Methodists, Jerry is a first-generation Christian, ministering among many first- and second-generation Christians. He works among fast-growing churches, where the gospel is proclaimed powerfully, and where there is no dispute about the authority of the Scriptures."

--- Hope for the future By Mark Tooley
http://www.goodnewsmag.org/magazine/JulyAugust/ja08tooley.htm


Wow. That is crazy. Jerry has had quite the life and God has taken him places I would have never imagined. The other night I was reading up on Liberian history and those times during the civil war sounded bad, but I never actually imagined what Jerry in his family had to have gone through on a daily basis during that time. And now Jerry and the Lord are doing such great things for his country and people. Read this...

"Vision Liberia 2027 has been founded by Reverend Jerry Kulah and his wife Ruth. Reverend Kulah is an ordained minister of the Methodist Church (UMC) and has served in many roles including as a local church pastor in several churches and as the Monrovia District Supervisor over 33 churches. He is currently being sponsored by the UMC and is a candidate for his pHd in theology. The vision for Vision Liberia 2027 has grown out of his personal experience with the effectiveness of leadership development in creating an environment of change and his magnetic enthusiasm for believing God for a better Liberian in the future.


(Rev. Jerry Kulah and wife, Ruth)

Reverend Kulah has been instrumental in organizing the country’s non-denominational National Day of Prayer and is widely regarded as one of the most influential Christian leaders in the country having relationships with Christian and government leaders at the highest levels. Jerry was also instrumental in bringing the medical mission Mercy Ships to Liberia which has blessed hundreds in need of medical services that would otherwise be out of reach. Jerry and his wife Ruth are happily married and their union is blessed with four children and many extended family members. This couple shares a deep passion for their country and the BODY OF CHRIST as a whole."

--- Vision Liberia 2027
http://www.liberia2027.com/templates/System/details.asp?id=44489&PID=625913

Say what!?
Jerry is a part of some amazing things that God is doing and this just fires me up that I get to jump right in with him! I pray I can just give myself completely to the work that God and Jerry will give me. God is giving me such a tremendous opportunity to follow Jerry, learn from him, work beside him, and do life with him. Like freakin' for real! Ahhh I am so excited right now to see what God is going to do!
Who's excited with me??