So, you say you’re a Christian…..

After reading the following, my husband said, ‘you’re dangerous when you wake up early!’ On the day I wrote this, I had woken up at 6.15am. It seems to be the time that I write. It came from my heart but you need to know, before you carry on, it won’t tickle your ears or make you feel all fluffy inside….. Read at your own risk!

 

The word, ‘Christian’ has so many meanings… Anyone can call himself or herself one and they do…. Film stars or sports stars and even well meaning people can say that they are Christians especially when they go into hospital and get asked the question, what religion are you? (That’s if they still ask the question!). The question I want to ask in this blog is what is one?? Jesus gave us the answer – he said ‘you must be born again’ how do you do that? You believe in your heart and confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and, the Bible tells us, you will be saved. In one sense, although that can seem hard especially for a person who feels unworthy or useless, it’s the easy part of the decision. Once you’ve made that decision, all hell can break loose against you! Why? Because now you have an enemy who wants to make sure that your life is a disaster and he will try all kinds of things to get that to happen – he is a clever cookie. The very good news is, he can do nothing about your salvation – the decision you made to become a Christian – no matter what happens after that point, means that when you die, you will go to heaven! What a gift he gives! BUT, the evil one can most certainly nullify your Christian life so that not only do you not maximise your life on earth, but also you do nothing to help the cause of Christ on earth either. You ‘sit around’ and wait to die!

 

I’m addressing the following part to those who really have made that decision to follow Christ. (If you haven’t and you want to, nothing would give me more pleasure than to help you do that, contact me) It’s time to wake up! Saying you’re a Christian, filling in petitions against things that are not going away, demonstrating against things that are not going away, in themselves, is no longer enough. People are not interested. What they need to see is the gospel working in lives in such an incredible way, that they have no choice but to admire it – then there’s a chance they will listen to our protests – but not until!

 

Saying you believe is not enough. What you really believe is what you DO not what you SAY.

 

Why don’t Christians, generally speaking, you might be one that does, go to prayer meetings, church regularly, house groups, life changing weekends or conferences? Why don’t Christians spend more than 5 minutes a day in the word or prayer – answer? because they don’t really believe the message. That’s controversial I know but it’s the truth. If we really believed that God answered prayer, that we can have what his word says, that good, solid teaching can intervene in life, (I appreciate you may be in a church that doesn’t deliver solid teaching – I will write on this next!), then our churches would be fuller and backsliding would NEVER happen. Fact is, we don’t really believe it…

 

John 15:7 says, ‘If you remain in me and my word remains in you, ask whatever you wish and it will be given you!!’

 

Have you got any wishes? I know that you have. How do you get them? You remain in him and his word remains in you. In other words, you spend enough time in the word to know what it says but you also take the time to put those words into practice! They won’t just happen just because you’re a Christian. If they did, we would all be walking around in health, strength, prosperity (the state of thriving not just money! But money is included!) On the money thing, it is no blessing to be poor!! Just ask the average Tanzanian! But if you have a problem with being rich, then please get rich anyway and give it away!! You cannot do ministry without money! God help us! Rant over…

 

Well nearly over! I was at a conference recently and I was talking to a lady who told me about someone in her church who hadn’t read her Bible for 50 Years!! I shake my head as I write! What hope is there if we don’t even read the instruction manual? There is a statistic that says that only 20% of Christians read their Bible every day. Again, I have to say that this is because we don’t really believe it has the power to change our life.

 

The reason for this blog came out of a house group recently. Someone asked the question, ‘why aren’t more people here taking advantage of this teaching?’ Some had genuine reasons I’m sure but, for most, my answer would be this: For those who could be here and are not, it is because they don’t really believe it can change their life!’ Controversial? I don’t know but what I do know is, if the church doesn’t pull its socks up soon, we may not have a church we can freely go to in 50 years time…..If that’s you, can I be frank? For God’s and the UK’s sake, get off your backsides and get in the trenches! We need you!

Cheese, baths and worship!

When you go away for a holiday, you usually go for 2 weeks – 3, if you’re lucky. Depending on where you go, you can put up with different food, climate, toilets, language, insects etc…. because you know that within 2 weeks, you’ll be back to all the comforts of home… Moving to a different country is a different ball game! As our trip, draws to a close (29th March, we’ll be leaving for the UK), you start to think about the things you’ve missed and the things you’re looking forward to having back in your life. Of course, when I talk about things, I don’t mean friends and family… they are in your thoughts EVERY day especially your kids. That is the hardest thing about being away for sure!! You miss birthdays, anniversaries etc… it’s hard…. But, if I’m honest,  you do also miss things – yes, you can live without them but its better if you don’t have to isn’t it? 

So, the things I miss are a bath! Next time you have one, think about what it would be like if you couldn’t have one…. candles, book maybe a glass of wine…..aaaah! (not long now Deb!!) I miss roast dinners: chicken, vegetables, gravy, yorkshire puddings…. I can smell it as I write! Fajitas! One of my favourite foods! I miss drinking straight from the tap and I miss really nice cheese! Although it is getting better out here for that now…. I miss texting or phoning who I want and when I want. I have Viber, Whatsapp and Face book etc… which has made communication so much easier.. but what about those friends who don’t have any of those things.. how are they doing? 

One of the other things I discovered, I really miss is singing! I love to sing and for those of you who know me, know that’s true. I have my iPhone and when it gets desperate, I plug in my headphones and sing to my heart’s content (sorry for those who are around at the time!) I don’t think there’s many things worse than someone singing loud and they’re the only ones who can hear the music!

Let me take it to another level, the level that urged me to write this blog. I REALLY miss singing praise and worship! We’ve only been to one English service since we’ve been here, all the others have been Swahili and, whilst you can enjoy the dancing, the beat, the LOUD music and sometimes out of tune singing, it’s not the same as singing Michael W Smith or Darlene, Chris Tomlin or Matt Redman at the top of your lungs! I was recently having one of those times – walking and singing (I’m sure a bit too loud!) and just loving singing the songs of the above mentioned worship leaders – it was fabulous. So, I felt that I should write to you to ask you when was the last time you said thank you to your worship team (if you have one!) Have you appreciated them lately? I am a worship leader and, within 3 weeks, I will be back doing just that – I’m really looking forward to it because I’ll be able to sing songs that I understand and also lead others in those songs. Being a worship leader is a privileged position that shouldn’t be taken for granted by either the worship leader or the congregation.  

The longest I have ever gone without a joint worship experience was when we lived here in 1998 and didn’t go home for 2 years! We went to our national conference back in the UK and I sat, or rather danced, with my good friend Trish who was a missionary in Ghana and I thought I was in heaven! It was great! Music is a gift from heaven, singing is great – if you like that kind of thing. Worshipping in a lively church with friends and family is special – don’t take it for granted. 

Have a great Sunday! – and say thanks to those who will lead you! 

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Kids and Church…..

I read an article recently about a parent who was training their child to sit in church due to the fact that there wasn’t a programme for her child’s age group. It was a great article. She had to take the child out on occasion but she wouldn’t let him/her run around as if leaving the service was freedom! Great parenting requiring much patience! Well done to that mum! Not sure I could have done it!

I was reminded of the particular article whilst in church in Tanzania and it inspired me to write this blog!

If you’ve ever been to Africa, the 1 hour hymn – prayer sandwich service doesn’t exist! Meetings go for 3 hours and that’s being conservative!

The kids in the church that we were in recently sat on the two front rows. They sang, danced, clapped and closed their eyes when someone was praying. Out of around 15 children, probably 2 of them moved out of their seats. They were no toilet breaks, no drinks (and it was boiling!) and no biscuits, no crèche or Sunday school. (Sunday school happens at another time)

When the time for the sermon came, still they sat! And then, the head of Elim was in the meeting with a special announcement and he spoke for at least another half hour and still they sat! Finally the 5th choir performance came and we were almost at three hours…Were they bored? Hard to tell. I don’t know if African kids even know the word ‘bored!’ but still they never moved.

The UK has created a society that entertains children wherever
they go. Playgrounds in restaurants, kids menus, shopping trolleys shaped as cars, crèches for parents to leave kids so frazzled mums and dads can shop in peace. We’ve got portable DVD players in cars, Kids meals, Kids’ iPads so that when in a restaurant, they can be entertained and so on and so on and so on….. What’s it going to be like in another 20 years?

What about child locks on cupboards? I remember my mum commenting on this and it stuck with me. She said, when you were little, we just had to watch you and train you to not go in the cupboards or near the fire. In other words, I had to learn, ‘no.’

Some churches have amazing kids’ programmes!! Many of our children don’t ever go into the main service anymore so they don’t have to learn to sit.

Before you think about throwing stones at me, hang on! I’m a mum and have used most of the above things and the only reason I haven’t used all of them is because they didn’t exist when my kids were little! 9 hour journeys in Africa – would I have had a portable DVD player??? YOU BET!!

What needs thinking about though is this: if all those things were taken away from your kids, could you take your child to church, shopping, to eat out etc and they would know how to behave without the relevant ‘entertainment?’ What happens when you say ‘no’ to your child? Do they accept your ‘no’ or do they perform their manipulation in whatever form they’ve learned until your ‘no’ turns to ‘yes!’ Maybe you never even say ‘no’ just to keep the peace. If you never say ‘no’ to a child, you’re not loving them properly.

In some schools in the USA now teachers aren’t allowed to say ‘no’ to children! If a child hits another, the teacher says to the kid that did the hitting, ‘how did that make you feel?!?!’ God help us……(maybe it’s similar in the UK -I don’t know)

As adults, we crave instant gratification. Fast food, microwaves, drive through petrol, grocery delivery…whatever you want, good or bad, you can get it fast…. Good or bad, at the touch of a button, it’s yours. So there is little wonder our kids want the same.

I am absolutely for kids’ church, Sunday school, youth programmes, crèches and so on (I’ve done them all!) I grew up going to Sunday school. In some of the churches my dad pastored, it was on a Sunday afternoon and so me and brother had to sit still in church. Kids can gain great benefits from being taught in a way that suits their age. I am not against it.

And I don’t think that kids in the UK or Africa should have to sit through a 3 hour service where there is nothing relevant to them but the point I want to make is that in Africa, kids can.

It’s worth thinking about….

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It’s all so very different this time……

On a hot Summers day in 1998, we left the shores of the UK with a 6 and 7 year old – we were on a one way ticket to Tanzania. We had no clue what we were going in to. John and I had visited just once before for a fortnight back in 1997. There was a lot to handle in those long two weeks – and when we came back, we said we would NEVER return to Africa! Thank goodness God doesn’t listen to our emotions!!

We lived there, as a family for two and a half years, we didn’t see the UK for two! After a serious heart problem in John, a very dark time ensued for us as a family and we wondered how we would ever come out of it… Eventually we were told we would never be able to go back to Africa. This broke our hearts… We had grown to love it.  Thank goodness God doesn’t listen to man’s decisions!!

We have all been back to Africa dozens of times since we left – it never leaves you. 

Today, 28th January, a cold Winters day, 2014 we are going back to Tanzania to begin a new adventure! It’s not a one way ticket (thankfully) and we haven’t got a 6 & 7 year old in tow!

What we do have though is a dream – a massive dream and we have experience. The ‘school’ we have been in, both in the UK and in Africa, has been priceless…. of course it would have been nice to avoid some of the lessons we have learned …. because they were tough and it would have been a more pleasant journey to avoid the tears, pain and hurt, BUT, without the tears, pain and hurt, you don’t learn stuff! That’s life!

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Thank you for all your thoughts and kind words – We know we’re not going alone. We know we have a big team behind us in you. People from all over the world who have been a part of our journey – far too many to name. But it’s a times like this when you realise just how many friends you’ve got! THANK YOU!

We fly in about an hour so we’ll see you on the other side!! WOOHOO!! 

Let’s get our house in order!

I watched two programmes recently, one on homosexuality, a documentary by Stephen Fry and immediately after that (coincidence??) there was a programme on divorce from the kids’ point of view. I felt compelled to write a blog and here it is…

For some time now, probably years actually, I have longed to see more than I see in the church. I read the Bible, I see the miracles that Jesus, the disciples, the apostles did, I read that His DIVINE POWER has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness (2 Peter 1:3), I read that we can participate in the divine nature…. and then I look at the church. The two, generally speaking, don’t equate. The church in the UK, I believe, is so far away from what God intended, that there has to be some major changes if we are to be taken seriously in this ever changing world.

Stephen Fry went to interview a pastor in Uganda who believes that homosexuals should be hanged – Fry even showed a clip of this happening. How can this be right? He interviewed a young woman who had been raped at the age of 14 to ‘shake her out’ of her homosexual feelings, their belief was that if she had sex with a man, she would be ‘cured.’ She was broken.

The kids on the divorce programme were broken.

Here is the point I feel duty-bound to bring to the churches attention, we know what the Bible teaches about homosexuality, we know what the Bible teaches about divorce, we know what the Bible teaches about other religions and so on. We have become very good at shouting and disagreeing with our world, signing petitions against all these kinds of things and more, and, in some places, we have justified killing people who don’t live to our moral code, or burning other religion’s holy books. In fact, we are known for it – ‘Christians’ are labelled as homophobic, intolerant and out of touch with a changing society. Speaking for myself, I need to say that I don’t agree with the act of homosexuality because of my religious beliefs – surely that’s my right? However, neither do I hate homosexuals (Stephen perception). I simply believe the church has bigger fish to fry right now in our nation.

The world is not listening to our opinions – they are not interested in what we think, why? I believe that one reason is because, generally speaking, they see nothing or very little that attracts them to what we have got.

I think that we have to turn our attention away, at least for a while, from what we don’t agree with in our world, (let’s face it, all the above issues aren’t going away) and concentrate on becoming a strong church that is truly walking in the divine power of God and not in so-called miracles that wouldn’t pass the trades description act! I have seen genuine miracles and I know friends who have been healed from serious illnesses but, the truth is, I could probably count these on one hand. We have turned so much of church into a farce as if God needs defending and, from where I am looking from, it’s not working, by and large. Of course, God is still saving souls today and individual lives are being changed but I am talking on a larger scale. Where is our voice?

Can you imagine, for instance, if an army vet came home from Afghanistan with no arms or legs and was healed…..I think we would get the world’s attention? I think people would look on in amazement – there could be no argument with a miracle of that magnitude (I am praying for it to be so)

Can you imagine if Christians were known to not suffer depression, bi-polar, mental health issues? I think we would get the world’s attention?

Can you imagine if every Christian attended their church prayer meeting (Oh wait… if there was one!!) Is it even possible to change our world through prayer? Absolutely, but we have to do it. Muslims pray 5 times a day…

Can you imagine if every Christian read the word of God every day? (only 20% do)

Can you imagine if Christian men weren’t being bled from the church because of pornography?

Can you imagine if Christians didn’t carry unforgiveness and bitterness from one church to the next?

Can you imagine if pastors and their wives got the respect and honour they deserve for slogging it out on the front line year after year?

I could go on and on but I trust you get my point. We have so much to do. But here’s the biggest thing we have to do. Jesus told us, THE WORLD WILL KNOW THAT YOU BELONG TO ME THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR ONE ANOTHER. What other religions teach me and what the Israelites teach me is that these groups had/have certain standards by which they live, which give them solidarity and unity that the church doesn’t have any more. The Israelites, as bad as they were, had certain things they had to do if they wanted to be holy and acceptable to God. Granted most of them didn’t do it, but they suffered for that choice!
By and large, there are no such standards for the Christian church today: go to church, or have church for one, have too much alcohol, don’t have too much alcohol, pray, don’t pray, read the Bible, don’t read the Bible and so on….
If we want to be heard in our nation, then we simply have to get our house in order first. The church is THE BEST IDEA God ever had and we could be a powerful force. I love the church which is why I am passionate about making a difference. We must raise our standards and then we can begin again to sign the petitions and make our protests heard but from a position of strength and not from a position of weakness.

Back in Africa #4

I wrote in my diary back on May 7th that we had landed in Africa for 51 nights…. As I post this blog, we have done 47! We haven’t been in Africa for this long since we lived here. It was difficult to perceive how it was going to be. As I look back over the last 7 weeks, it has been an immense trip. But, before I summarise, let me tell you what’s happened in the last 2 weeks. I left you on the beach in Pangani….

We arrived in Tanga again to conduct some more leaders seminars. Tanga is a place we know very well and we found ourselves working again with people we worked with 15 years ago! It was a special time. After the bite incident which I have since been told, looked like a spider bite, we didn’t go back to the Panori. We stayed at the Mkonge – not that spiders avoid there but it is much more comfortable, clean and very busy so the little critters don’t have time to make their homes in the rooms! When we weren’t teaching, we used our time to write and read. This has been a priceless asset as I’ve said previously.

After the seminar, we made the long, 8 hour journey back up to Arusha. We ‘splashed out’ on a car again and travelled up with 2 pastors. One is the leader of the Elim churches in Tanzania, Peter Konke and the other is a pastor from Tanga, Thomas. When we first came to Tanzania and did this journey, there was literally nowhere to stop for food or the toilet! It was packed lunch and the bush! Now, there are plenty – hallelujah! We were able to stop a couple of times.

Having been away from Scott & Annelle, our hosts while in Arusha, for almost 2 weeks, it was good to be back ‘home!’ The stay at home was brief, however, as after just 2 nights, we were on the road again to Babati. This is about 3 hours South West of Arusha. We were off to do our final set of seminars.

Babati…… Arusha is awash now with coffee shops, restaurants, swimming pools, hotels etc.. lots to keep your wazungu (white man) need/wants met. Tanga is definitely improving with pools and eating places. In Babati, there is no such thing!! Not a coffee shop in sight….

The thing with Africa is that you ‘cope’ with the hassles and let downs by trying to compensate – going out for a nice meal or having a sun downer over looking the savannah… Believe me, this really helps you deal with stuff that can come your way. In Babati? Hapanna!! (No!) There are no outlets….

The ‘hotel’ was basic at best. Well, what do you expect for £16 per room per night, B & B! The main reason we stayed here was it boasted Wifi! Unbelievable – and, for most of the time, it worked! The service, however, left a lot to be desired. It seems they have no training on how to deal with the public and you sit in the restaurant with hardly a word passed between you. Not even, how are you! It makes you wonder how they get customers.
So, the first night, I order a Margherita pizza – what could possibly go wrong? – it came with peas and carrots on it! I was so hungry, I just ate it and didn’t think too much about it. Maybe it will catch on?

Babati was to bring us our biggest test of the trip……

We finished the seminars on the Friday. Peter said he would like to take us to see a church in Katesh about 70km away. We asked what time, 8.00am was the reply. Early for a Saturday but he said we’d be back for 10.00am so we were pleased with that arrangement because that would leave the rest of the day free – how wrong we were – After a bad nights sleep due to workmen right outside the room re-pointing the wall up to 11pm and an all night disco blaring, the 7.15am alarm call wasn’t quite what I wanted! John had also been awake since 6.45am due to Peter preaching – yes preaching – loudly through loud speakers that are on the roof of his church; our hotel is a 10 minute walk away, it was that loud! However, we were up and ready to go! Then, we get a phone call from Peter to say we are now going at 10.00am. After a mini breakdown, I got over it, manned up and thought, OK we’ll be back by 12 – wrong again! We got to the church at around 11am and sat in the pastors office as you do twiddling thumbs, wondering what was happening, then we were up an off to his house for lunch. Having had food in so many churches and homes, it wasn’t hard to guess what we’d be having, chicken, rice, ugali, fruit etc…. their hospitality is great….After all the greetings and prayers, we were back in the car. It was 2.30pm. John estimated we’d be back at 3.30pm – yet again, we had it wrong. We were travelling merrily along a great road (you can’t say that very often) and our driver turned left – off road, this is never a good sign. I had nodded off so was blissfully unaware of our detour. The potholes in the road soon woke me up and I knew we weren’t on our way to Babati. We were going to another church and, as we pulled up, to our horror, there was a service going on…. The obligatory choir was up and our hearts sank, simply because we weren’t expecting it We were ushered in and while we were watching, trying to smile, Peter turned to John and said, you have to preach! Literally a few minutes before he had to get up! He did, he went into professionalism for the sake of the dear people that had turned up for the service. They were merrily announcing that they knew the day before that we were coming – it would have been nice if we had! – After John’s preach, the choir did a ‘short’ song, which was actually a long one and we were ushered into the office again for more food! I felt like the Vicar of Dibley did on that Christmas special. The people had gone to so much trouble and we were in a very awkward position because we weren’t hungry. We managed a portion that was acceptable but we felt really uncomfortable. We eventually got back into the car and, without anymore surprises, got back to the hotel at 6.00pm – the day gone – the day that we thought we had to write, prepare sermons and have some time together, snatched from our hands. And, we had nowhere to go to ‘compensate!’ John saw a stall on the way home that was selling banana wine – tempting…..but no.

We teach often that ‘sometimes you win, sometimes you learn!’ This wasn’t the first time we’d been caught out but it was the first on this trip. Thankfully, we are already laughing about it and talking about the lessons we have learned. The biggest one – you must be in control of your life, if you give it away, anything can happen and usually does!!

So, we turn our heads towards our return to the UK. We are full of excitement for what we have learned here, for our vision for the future but also for what we are going to be doing for the next few months in the UK. We can say that God has been very good to us and, if our dreams come true for Africa and for the UK, if what we have been dreaming about for years is finally about to come to pass then, our adventure has only just begun…..

We cannot wait to see our kids, our friends and family. I cannot wait to have a nice bubble bath and a meal that doesn’t contain rice!

Signing off from Africa…… thanks for sharing these 7 weeks…I will keep you up to date with our plans and maybe one day, you will be in Tanzania with us……

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Back in Africa #3

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Back in Africa #3

We have been here for 5 weeks now and I am writing this blog from the beach in Pangani. It is a beautiful spot and one that I have been to be before many years ago! 1999 to be precise – I was here with the kids and some friends while John was travelling to Rwanda. I visited the lodge that we stayed in and, unfortunately, it is closed and run down at the moment. There are plans to renovate so I look forward to seeing it when it has been restored. As I look up, I can see coconut trees blowing in the breeze and, with the Indian Ocean behind me, it is a writer’s paradise.

I have had 2 ‘firsts’ happen to me since I last wrote – one horrendous, the other, amazing….I will get to them shortly.

We left Arusha for our trip…

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Back in Africa #3

Back in Africa #3

We have been here for 5 weeks now and I am writing this blog from the beach in Pangani. It is a beautiful spot and one that I have been to be before many years ago! 1999 to be precise – I was here with the kids and some friends while John was travelling to Rwanda. I visited the lodge that we stayed in and, unfortunately, it is closed and run down at the moment. There are plans to renovate so I look forward to seeing it when it has been restored. As I look up, I can see coconut trees blowing in the breeze and, with the Indian Ocean behind me, it is a writer’s paradise.

I have had 2 ‘firsts’ happen to me since I last wrote – one horrendous, the other, amazing….I will get to them shortly.

We left Arusha for our trip down South on the 4th June. We stopped in Moshi which is about an hour and a half from Arusha. We made a stop here so that we could check it out for future reference. We liked it, it is a much quieter place than Arusha which is somewhat chaotic especially in town. We are remaining open and flexible to where we will do what we want to do here and so, everywhere we go, we wonder…..

In Moshi we stayed at a place called TPC which has to be seen to be believed! It is East Africa’s biggest sugar factory – it employs 10,000 people, has its own school, hospital, football league and lodge to name but a few things and it also boasts its own electrical and water supply. It is a massive project and it excited me and John with what is possible when you put your mind to something.

After TPC, we went into Moshi town and stayed in yet another hotel (it soon loses its ‘romance’) the highlight here though was that you could see Kilimanjaro from the hotel! I never tire of staring at that mountain. John treated me to lunch in a ‘food court’ in an outdoor park – it cost the grand total of £3 for food and drink – he knows how to take a girl out on a date!! He also had a £1 haircut – If you’ve seen the movie, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ – Ruprick – (you know who I mean, no idea how to spell it!) I needn’t say more!

Transport has been our biggest challenge while we have been out here because anyone who knows Tanzania knows that, if you don’t control a situation, you never know what could happen next. We have been in many ‘cars’ (I’m sure some of them wouldn’t be allowed on the road in Britain). So, with this in mind, planning on how to make the long trip to Tanga, was another challenge. We went to the bus station which was completely manic. Touts were everywhere wanting our custom, we stuck out like sore thumbs. We eventually got ‘guided’ to a stand by a policeman and so we thought we were in safe hands. We purchased tickets which cost about £10 for the two of us. (for a 6 hour journey?? we should have known better) Anyway, we checked out the company with Innocent, a great friend who’s opinion we trust and he said, ‘no, don’t do it!’ If a Tanzanian says no to a bus company, then who was I to argue! We hired a driver from the hotel instead which of course cost us a great deal more than £10 but, I am alive to write this blog! So it was worth the cost.

Our final destination was Pangani for a couple of days on the beach before our seminars started in Tanga. We tried to get a bus again but it was absolutely packed to the rafters and so we said, ‘thanks but not thanks, we will get a taxi tomorrow!’

Slightly disappointed that we weren’t making the beach that day, we quickly resigned ourselves that that was the way it was and we stayed in a place we have stayed in many times before, the first time being 1997. The Panori – The same staff are still there now but it is very run down and it was here that I had my first ‘first’ and it was the horrendous one!

During the night, I felt like I was being bitten all over the place, thumbs, ear, hand, arm and I couldn’t figure out what it was but then it/they went for my eye and I started to scratch it thinking it was a mosquito bite. When I woke up – although I’m not so sure I slept! – I couldn’t open my eye, it looked like I had been in a boxing ring. (see photos). I asked John if he’d hit me but he denied it so I just accepted that it was a mosquito! I donned my sunglasses for the next couple of days and, even now, 3 days later, it still isn’t quite right. I do have two red marks on my eye which has convinced me that it wasn’t a mosquito. I don’t know what it was but it has made my likelihood of going back to the Panori rather unlikely!

The next day, after a long and arduous journey, (taxi driver got lost), we eventually arrived at the beach and all of the previous days ‘woes’ melted away. Emayani Beach Lodge. What a stunning place. And here is where my number two ‘first’ happened.

Near where we were staying, there is a turtle project that was begun by a German couple. They are working with a neighbouring village and are helping to protect the turtle which is very endangered. We were told that at 5.30pm on this particular day, the turtles were about to hatch and run into the ocean. This we had to see. We had seen it on David Attenborough’s TV show, ‘Africa,’ but, to see it in real life, was amazing! 150 baby turtles running to the sea. It was great. Saddened to hear though that the statistic of survival is 1 in a 1000! Only 1 will make it to adulthood. All the more reason to support projects such as ‘Maziwe’ What a privilege. http://www.friendsofmaziwe.com if you’d like to know more.

It is the wonder of East Africa, you go from moments of despair (bites, buses and getting lost) to moments of elation in a matter of 48 hours. It never ceases to amaze me. I sit here in the evening breeze of Pangani wondering what our final two weeks will bring…..Thanks for reading and I will see you then……

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Back in Africa #2

We’ve been in Tanzania for 3 weeks now. It has felt good to be back. The worst thing is missing our family and friends. Although, with the invention of FaceTime, Skype and social networking, keeping in touch is much easier than it was 15 years ago. Being able to see the kids
faces and have a conversation some how makes them seem closer than they are. When we lived here before, we had to rely on ‘snail mail’ and a sometimes working internet! It has much improved.

One of things that I had forgotten, is that this part of Tanzania gets cold! I know you don’t believe me – because everyone thinks all of Africa is hot all of the time like I once did! It is their winter. It’s weird. I am writing this in boiling sunshine yet last night we had a fire in our room (intentional of course!) and I am sleeping under heavy blankets with my socks on! When it’s hot, it’s hot and when it’s cold, it’s baridi sana! (very cold).

Since I last wrote, I have had the privilege of speaking at a women’s seminar on a mountain in a village called Loita. Every time we arrived, someone would come and carry my bag for me. Servanthood at its best.

Arriving was a challenge. As I said it was up a mountain, and it took about 45 minutes from the main road. You couldn’t call the track up the mountain a road – you would be done by the trades description act! We just went with the flow as the car threw us about. As we made our way up there, we came across a group of boys who had blocked the road with a stick. It had suddenly become a toll road! They were supposedly fixing it for us but, to be honest, I couldn’t tell! We paid 400 shillings – about 10p! Some other boys cottoned on and we ended up going through two or three – and on the way down! Our driver ‘argued’ and refused to pay again on the way down! At least they were having a go at earning a living… I think if we’d have been driving, we’d have paid them all….

The seminar began and, as I listened to them singing, I was overcome with the emotion of the moment. I had to pull myself together as tears came into my eyes. I was overwhelmed at the honour of being able to speak to this group of ladies. Ladies who have little in this world, yet they have a deep love for God. Who was I to be standing in front of them? I felt humbled and found it an incredible blessing to help them grow a little more in their faith.

Before each session, we would sit in the pastor’s office where we would eat food that they had prepared for us. Meat, rice, water melon, bananas, avocado, eggs and bread. Hospitality at its best.

Always, my biggest challenges in Tanzania are the food, the toilets and the unknown. This hasn’t changed although I am much braver than I was in 1998!

The toilet on Loita had to be ‘conquered’ because we were there for a while! I got it down to a fine art… I would take a deep breath on the approach, do the deed while holding my breath, put my skirt over my mouth, leave the door open (I’m not proud!) and then run and breathe out! I had it sussed – so much so that I must have gone about 6 times! I was very proud of myself!

I have no problem with it being a hole in the ground – it’s the smell that does me!

We are doing lots of ministry while we are here which we are really enjoying. But what we are also enjoying is having time to read, study and to write. It has been a very long time since we have had concentrated time to do these things. John is working on a re-write of ‘The Royal Law’ and I have been able to write a lot of a book that I started back last year. Time is a precious commodity and we are grateful that we are having time to be creative on projects that have been around for some time. We have set ourselves goals and we are on course.

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