Challenges

The last few days have been challenging as we continue to integrate ourselves into the Liberian culture. There are many situations where there is little sense of order, efficiency and general respect for each other. This has been evident as we work with children and generally as we experience “real living” on the streets of Liberia. There’s a bit of irony in the whole thing, because we could not feel more loved and cared for among those that we are close to, but this does not generally translate to those outside of our circle.

Tuesday was a tough day as we were all tired from Independence Day and had a difficult time relating and caring for the children we met with. Each of us really searched our hearts to ask God to give us a compassionate spirit and work through us on Wednesday. Hezz, Michal and Moe returned to the Smell-no-Taste area today (Wednesday) and had a much better experience. Similar to last week, meal time is very challenging with fighting among children about food. I’m not sure that I understand why we were prompted to bless these communities with a meal when it becomes such chaos. Maybe it is to increase our understanding of the disparity of this country.

Dan continues to be blessed by the time he spends with church leaders. This week he has two gentlemen in his group that were formerly Muslim. Their knowledge of the scripture and contributions to the session has been significant. He has also been joined by a dear friend from Canada, Wayne Shenk, and they have complimented each other quite well.

Brad and Josh took on the task of repairing a truck that was brought to Liberia three years ago. After spending $800 on a part, they learned that it would require a good deal of retro-fitting (my mechanical term) in order to be used. They were a bit frustrated, but are headed out early tomorrow morning and trusting God to fit all of the pieces together.

I spent the day with Rufus visiting the ELWA Medical Clinic and Ministry of Health (to apply for his birth certificate). We were able to see a doctor, get blood work done and get four different medicines all for $35. We were expecting make contact with a friend when we got to the Ministry of Health, however, could not make connection. So Rufus and I decided to go ahead on our own. When we entered the gate, we saw a dear friend, Mommie Harris, inside. Mommie was a dorm matron for Rufus when he was at the orphanage. She had a friend inside the Ministry of Health who assisted us and Mommie was able to attest to the fact that Rufus was an orphan. Oh, God is soooo good!