Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Computer Rice...

Well... if somebody told you there was a product out there called "computer rice", what would you say? I know what I'd say... "HOGWASH!". And yet, here it is. Yet another one of the strange things we encounter living in Liberia. Debbie bought it because she heard that this computer rice is especially good...
This certainly gives new meaning to the question "How many bits in a byte?"
I learned that this rice is made with the latest Intel parboiled chip... Each grain of this rice has inscribed on it 10,000,000,000 little ones and zeros... When you eat this rice the little microcomputer chip in the grain of rice enters the body and those who produced the rice can then track your whereabouts for a while... until of course the inevitable takes place...

Looking forward to some good comments on this one...

Sunday, October 11, 2009

That satisfying "pop"

Hi... this is Rick...

On Tuesday morning, it was sprinkling, so I walked to work with an umbrella (rather than riding my bike). I had my backpack on my back with my planner and a bottle of water and a sandwich inside. About half way to work I noticed some pain in the middle of my back--more on the right side--and with each step the spasm seemed to get a little worse. My backpack seemed to get heavier with every step. I had been fine when I left the house, but by the time I got to the hospital I could barely get to my office without some serious discomfort. As distressing as the pain itself--which was distressing me enough--was trying to figure out what I had done to myself to have such a back spasm. I hadn't done any particularly hard work during the past few days. I had been on call over the weekend and done a couple of cesarean sections, but I couldn't recall anything out of the ordinary. I took 2 tylenol tabs and laid down on the examination table in my office for about 20 minutes, and it gradually calmed down enough for me to get up and start my rounds for the day.

A little later on I bumped into Moses, one of the operating room assistants, and I suddenly remembered how I had strained my back! I felt so much better just knowing that there was an adequate reason for this back spasm I'd had this morning. Three days earlier, on Saturday, we'd had an accident patient come in to the emergency room. He was in agony with his shoulder. He'd been the passenger on a motorcycle and they'd had a collision with a car. On exam, it was obvious he'd dislocated his shoulder. X-rays showed it wasn't broken, just dislocated, and so we took him to the OR to reduce the dislocated joint. I knew it would be a tough one, because the guy was pretty muscular. After 10 mg of valium and 30 mg of pentazocine (a narcotic) i.v. to sedate and relax him, we applied traction to the arm to try to reduce it. This is actually a pretty funny looking maneuver--The patient is lying on a stretcher. Person A holds a sheet wrapped under the patient's arm and pulls up, toward the head, while person B (me) places their foot in the patient's armpit and pulls the arm down and outwardly to allow the head of the humerus to pop back into place. We tried several times and I couldn't get anywhere! (imagine my face turning red at this point)... So I asked Moses to help me. He stood next to me, lifted his foot up and placed it right on top of mine in the gentleman's armpit, and we both hauled his arm as hard as we could. Even with the two of us pulling as hard as we could, it was three long hard desperate pulls before we felt that satisfying "pop" as the shoulder went back into proper alignment. The patient was able to go home a couple hours later in a sling and feeling much better!
And after having taken a couple more doses of tylenol and a couple hot bucket baths, I seem to be much better too!

I find myself wondering if this is how they do it in America these days.... : )

Sunday, September 27, 2009

The House At Sugar Beach...

Hi... Well, we've had our summer "off" (Deb and the boys were back in the US for 7 weeks... and I joined them for the last 4) and we've been back in Liberia for a month. Work is all right, and the boys are chest-deep in homeschooling. And we've been reading a terrific Liberia book called "The House At Sugar Beach" by Helene Cooper. She is the White House correspondent for the New York Times. She was born in Liberia and grew up here til the age of 14, the daughter of Americo-Liberians. It's a well written book, which pretty honestly shows a lot of the inequities of pre-1980 Liberia. In 1980, Helene's uncle was executed along with other government officials as part of Samuel Doe's coup, and she left the country about a month later. The book is a memoir of Helene's life, climaxing with her return to Liberia in 2003 to seek out her long-lost foster sister, Eunice.

One of the interesting things to me has been just the familiarity of it all--Sugar Beach is just a few miles southeast down the coast from us here at ELWA, and there are a couple brief mentions of ELWA in the book. But I wanted to know exactly where it was. There's no exact spot known as "Sugar Beach" now--at least not well known--so after looking for options of places matching the description on Google Earth last night, I took a walk this morning before church to go looking for it, and here it is: The House at Sugar Beach, as it is today--run down, only half of it occupied, a monument to the history of this nation which is told so well in this book. In case you want to see our area... check out Google Earth... the house at sugar beach is at 6 deg 13'41'' N, 10 deg 40'03" W. My walk this morning (one way) was about 2.4 miles of coastline.... see if you can find us at ELWA on Google Earth... we're waving!

The House at Sugar Beach, as it is today (picture taken from the ocean side...I'm standing at the tide line).

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Progress at last!

Last year when we were home, we raised funds for the ELWA Academy to build a two classroom building that will house their Prekindergarten and Kindergarten classes. The building is absolutely needed for the 09-10 school year, because the school is going to add its final grade level (9th) and we are out of space!

In the meantime, the Lord provided new missionary Rusty Laird, a construction manager, and his family to join our team. They arrived in February.

SO....I'm so excited to be able to report this to all of you who donated to this project - the good news is....the building now has a ROOF!! Here are some pictures! Thanks for making this possible!


Rusty just stopped by to tell me he is looking for masoners to do the rest of the cement work and that the ELWA electrician is going to work on the estimate for the wiring and lights. So we are making progress and should be in good shape to open for the next school year!

However, we might be a little tight on funds. The foundation cost more than originally estimated because of the slope where the building is situated, and the cement price went up. We are really stretching the last money we have to try to get as much done as possible. Electrical, windows, doors, ceilings should all be possible. Not too sure about septic, bathrooms, and painting. Yeah, paying for the toilets doesn't seem very glamorous, but imagine the excitement of the 75 four and five year olds who will have a brand new classroom for the next school year. If you are interested in helping complete the building on time, follow this link: http://www.sim.org/index.php/project/95401 Or contact us- we'll be in the USA this summer for a few weeks and we can share more about the school with you.

THANKS AGAIN to all that you have done to get us this far! I wish I could really share with you the excitement that is growing about completing these classrooms. You have blessed your brothers and sisters on this side of the ocean.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Musings on Missions

Musings on Missions… sparked by our trip to Robertsport in March…

While in Robertsport, the county seat of Grand Cape Mount County, about a 2 and ½ hour drive from here, we walked around some of the streets just sightseeing. Robertsport is an old town… settled in the early 1800s by some of the freed slaves ("AmericoLiberians") who came from the US in the 1820s and '30s. We walked by the Mount Zion Baptist Church, which was founded in 1837.

This was a mission church—founded with the support and help of Christians back in the U.S., who wanted to help evangelize Liberia and also to bring civilization and education to Africa. The kids climbed in through an open window and scoped out the place—it is an active church, with decent pews and a big pulpit Bible open on the lectern. Out back, there is a church bell that fascinated me.

It had a bold imprint on it stating that the bell was made by the Meneely Company in West Troy, New York in 1886.

I keep thinking about that bell… wondering how it got here to West Africa from its foundry in upstate New York. Two of my brothers attended Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute (RPI) in Troy, New York, so I have pretty clear images of Troy—large mill buildings, old industry. Who arranged for the purchase of the bell, and how did they go about it? I know they didn't get online and order it with their credit card! Someone probably from that area was coming to Liberia to work with the church, rode to West Troy with their horse and carriage and purchased that bell to load on a ship along with their other belongings, possibly never to see home again. In those days the risks of becoming involved in missions to tropical areas were tremendous. Malaria, dysentery, and parasites claimed a majority of lives within a short time.

This bell is not a "typical" bell—I have often seen cast iron bells which might have been used on a farm or a small school. Such a bell would have rusted away in that seaside location long ago. This is a bronze bell, amazingly well preserved and still with a clear beautiful tone! (I told them not to ring it, but Jared just couldn't resist!).

[I googled "Meneely & Co" and actually there's quite a bit of info online about them… there are Meneely bells in churches and carillons all around the world, many listed and catalogued online… but I didn't see any of their African bells catalogued…]

As I continued to think about the Mount Zion Baptist Church, I thought about the motivations of those who planted it, those who constructed the building, those who purchased and brought the bell. They felt that they were bringing God's kingdom, and with it, civilization, education, and progress to Africa. They did not have the sense that some of what they met in Africa was good and should be preserved… that perhaps an African church should look like an African home or have an African style. They didn't feel that church music in Africa should sound African with drums and African harmonies. Their thoughts were simple—we are bringing church and God's word with us to Africa and we will bring it just as we had it in our home country.

Many of these thoughts have changed over the years, but in many ways here in Liberia the whole culture of church and of what it means to be a Christian was shaped so strongly by the approach of these early missionaries that you cannot return, you can't start over and try to do it differently here. At least some things have changed—we now have Africans singing beautiful songs they have written in their own local languages, and accompanied by traditional instruments. Back in the 1800s many missionaries would have said that, since these drums and instruments are used in traditional ceremonies involving idol worship, that we cannot use them in church. But gradually as native Liberians themselves have taken ownership of how their churches will be, those ideas have changed.

But I do find myself wondering… while we have accepted some of the outward ways of local people in our missions work, adopting the dress and music of Liberians as we work with them in missions, are we losing our appreciation for local ways of thinking, values of hospitality, visiting, etc.? These issues still confront every missionary who comes to a place like Liberia. Are we willing to dig deep enough into the culture, values, and issues of our Liberian friends to let their culture come out, to let it touch us? How about our culture? Are we willing to let our habits and values be changed as the Lord may reveal things to us? Or are we coming to Liberia with what we already know, pre-cast and ready to be shown and taught to people without allowing interaction and creativity to touch us and our work?

I sometimes meet foreign visitors who are coming to do Biblical teaching here. One day I asked one about their approach to witchcraft and other traditional beliefs. He told me "Oh, those issues are not a problem for our pastors—they have cast away all such superstitions." I'm sure this pastor was sincere, but he just had not dug deep enough to discover the true concerns of Liberians. Having lived here and met many sick, suffering people, I have learned that concerns and fears about witchcraft and other traditional beliefs are paramount in peoples' minds. These aspects of culture need to be addressed Biblically in depth, so that pastors and leaders we work with are ready to deeply counsel those they are discipling.

As my thoughts return to the beautiful bronze bell, crafted so well and so durably in upstate New York, 123 years ago, I have mixed feelings. Some things about our gospel must be like the bell—unchanging, ringing clearly over the centuries "God is love;" "Seek first His kingdom;" and "Jesus is Lord!" However, other things must be reconsidered and changed for every situation we find ourselves in, making sure to allow people to meet God and express their love for him in ways that are natural, heartfelt, and culturally relevant for them. We must be willing to address those unique cultural issues that people face openly and honestly in the light of God's word, which never changes and yet always illuminates every new circumstance.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Visiting Max at Dakar Academy

Last weekend I (Debbie) went to visit Max at boarding school in Dakar. I hadn't been there since Nov. 2007, when Max was a freshman living off campus with friends. I feel like I got a much better idea what Max's life at school was like after hanging around for a few days. I met his teachers, went to the spring musical performance, met his friends, ate in the dorm one evening, watched "Survivor" with them on Sunday evening, went out for ice cream after the beach. Dakar Academy seems like a great place to go to school- a nice community of kids and very involved, caring adults. Max has just a few weeks left of junior year- an AP History exam next week, a research paper due, some other assignments and tests and of course final exams.
I was there for the spring musical "Seussical". Pretty impressive what a small school (only about 30-40 students in each class) can do. Lively and colorful sets and costumes and great talent. Max was in the chorus and is in the back left corner.

Max was baptized on Sunday along with some of his classmates. That's Jacob Decker next to him- Jake was our neighbor when we arrived in Liberia in 1995, so he and Max go way back.

Looking through my pictures, I realized that it would have been nice to have more shots of the campus and dorm. Someday I am going to learn to see my life through your eyes and know what to take pictures of.

On the homefront, my husband said that having me gone 5 days made him appreciate me. Guess that's a good state of mind for him to be in since Mother's Day is tomorrow. :) Happy Mother's Day to all my fellow mothers.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

ELWA Roadwork

We're getting new roads! Layers of laterite (that's African red clay) grading, rolling, and rumor has it, gravel. Right on the ELWA campus. The campus has been hosting the Chinese road construction company (they've built their own little housing compound in one corner) and as part of the deal, they are working on our roads.

This is the road up to the studio from the Academy. The original road is to the right of the trees (the path to the football field is going off to the right). The new road is to the left of the trees and as you can see, a new culvert and bridge is being installed. The new route will be a great improvement, because there are a lot of rocks and washouts on the original road.
This is the new road from the hospital to the main highway. I was standing right in front of the hospital (around the OR area) when I took this. At the end of the road on the left is the new ELWA market building. The road is nice and wide and has no housing (and small children running into the road) along it.

These two pictures were taken right in front of our house. The grader took down a few of the pine trees (two were dying) and some branches, but better roads will be worth it. Only problem is, the road might be so nice that the cars will go too fast. Our trusty traffic cops, Brady and Coco (our dogs who like to chase cars that are going fast) may get themselves run over.


So that's the latest from the ELWA campus....... Debbie