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