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New Home for Cynthia & Faith

Well we are still in the" motherland" airport (Schiphol) waiting our flight so let me recap the last week at Tenwek.  It is always hard to say good bye to people as they cannot understand why we cannot stay longer!  It was also a week of funerals.  Our colleague, Elijah's mother had her home going on Monday and Tuesday.  Kenyan tradition is to pick up the body and have a relatively short service at the hospital chapel which is near the morgue.  Then a funeral procession takes the body to the home place where the person resided and the burial takes place the next day.  It was a very large funeral attended by about one thousand people. Marv and  I did not go to the funeral  as he was covering the hospital and we were both attending the service for Selena, the mother of the twins I have been caring for.  Words do not describe the wailing and the tears for this sweet mother.  Her four older children were inconsolable.   

The next day I brought the twins, Cynthia and Faith to a Baby Center about an hour from Tenwek.  It is run by the African Inland Church and is a beautiful place.  Currently about 52 children between the ages of one month to six years live there.  I was impressed by the cleanliness and the warmth of the care givers.  Saying good bye to those precious babies who had become part of my life was painfully hard.  Oh that I was 30 years younger, I might have taken them home with me!  But it is the best solution for now until the family can make a rational decision about their future.  I am trusting the Lord to help them do this.  

On Thursday, i avoided going to the nursery as it was too painful to see the babies empty cribs.  Instead I ran errands, said good bye to lots of friends, and began to pack for the trip home.  On Friday morning I worked with Solomon, the physiotherapist at the children's special needs clinic.  Betsy and Penny will. Be surprised that he wants to hire me to be his assistant!  It was a great morning.  Solomon does an amazing job with limited resources to instruct and encourage these moms.  My friend Suzie handed out recyclable diapers and rubber pants as another practical ministry.  Solomon is convinced that the Faith Fund which Penny is working so hard at is making a huge difference for these children. He continues to distribute wheel chairs every 

Friday afternoon.  As a result of these chairs he is seeing fewer wounds, more socialization for these children, and  in some cases ability to go to school.  What a blessing this fund is!  Thanks  to everyone who has contributed as you are changing lives.  

On Friday night we had a St Patrick's Day party at the "kipaganga" or the community gathering place.  It was a great way to  see everyone before leaving the next morning.  

So another tour to Kenya has ended but sweet memories remain.  There is much to pray about as I journey home.  So I have physically left Kenya but part of my heart remains with my friends there.  Lord willing, we hope to return.

Thank you for following our journey.

With love

Miriam

Short Note from Nairobi

We are sitting in the Nairobi airport waiting for our midnight flight to Amsterdam!  Such fun !  It is amazing to people watch here which is one of my favorite pastimes anyway!  What a diverse wonderful world we live in!  We have been without power a lot in the last few days at Tenwek and so it has been impossible to type and send a blog.  I will try and tell you about our last few days as soon as I have more internet access in Amsterdam tomorrow morning.  Let  me just say that the time has flown by and that we both felt good about our time at Tenwek.  I always wonder how the Lord is going to use us and somehow it always works out although in different ways each year.  We are so fortunate to be in good health and able to make this journey!

Miriam & Marv

A Place of Songs

German Songs & Pastry

  

Tenwek - A Place of Songs

The question for us on returning is always, “How was your trip?”  A more difficult question that I always ask is “What did I learn, how was it different, how did my perspectives change?”  The answers are never quick.  Sometimes they come in the form of a video, but in the meantime, here are some reflections.

This year I have felt more like the “stranger” than in previous years since we left in the middle of a “travel ban” and will be returning during a new one.  Going to a distant country and getting visas this year seemed like more of a problem.  Maybe it was always an issue and we just never noticed. This year was a more “political” year because we are questioned about what is happening in “your country?”.   At the same time there is polarization and suffering in Kenya secondary to the strikes of health care workers and teachers* in the government institutions.  These barriers seem impenetrable and present in both our countries.

This time I have been moved by the music that I hear and sometimes sing each morning when I enter the hospital around 7:30 am.  Small groups of nurses in each clinical area will be singing familiar hymns of faith.  It is a wonderful Kenyan sound that I will miss!  What if we had more music in our lives?  How would that shape our day?  Would that act shape our relationships into something more fulfilling than what we have come to expect?

This last week I attended a “good bye” party for a German medical student couple who have been here for 4 months.  Beside having some wonderful German pastry and coffee, we celebrated with singing in German and English in this beautiful place called Tenwek.  The word “Tenwek” has many meanings, but one of the oldest is “a place of songs”.  This place lives up to its name.  The strength that you find here is sustained by the songs that have surrounded us while we were here.

My initial response to “How was your trip?” is it was difficult but that what lasts are not the barriers and the problems, but the beauty and resilience of the people who live and work here,  It is the beauty of their faith that sustains them and it is a powerful witness to us as we return to the United States.  The future of caring knows no travel ban or boundaries.   

See you soon,

Marvin

For I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:38-39 (RSV)

p.s. *The doctor’s strike ended in Kenya on 3/14/17.  The resolution must be followed by reconciliation that will also be challenging.

https://www.capitalfm.co.ke/news/2017/03/kenya-health-sector-icu-doctors-end-100-day-strike/

A Tough Week

View from the Guest House, Tenwek Hospital

Heidelberg Catechism

Lord’s Day 1

Q. What is your only comfort in life and in death?

A. That I am not my own, but belong body and soul,

 in life and in death to my faithful Savior, Jesus Christ.

This has been a tough week.  There has been a lot of sorrow.   When a mother dies it is particularly sad.  The mother of the twins that I have been caring for passed away on Wednesday.  Miraculously she had rallied on Monday and we were all encouraged.  She asked to see her babies and we brought them to her the next morning.  She was able to see them and know that they were doing well.  That night she took a turn for the worse and there was nothing more that could be done for her.  She had endured 5 operations, ventilators, immeasurable pain, and her body finally gave out.  How she fought to stay alive for her children.  

Let me tell you about her.  She was a poor woman who lived in a rural village about an hour from Tenwek.  Her sisters tell me that she was a good woman with an enormously big heart always willing to help others although she had little herself.  She was a single mother of four in addition to the twins.  Recently she had married an older single man as he needed care.  Her life was on a good course.  She had a cesarean section for premature twins at another hospital and developed an infection.  She had been healthy up until then.  When she arrived at Tenwek she was very ill.  She was carried for by multiple teams of caring, Christian physicians, nurses,  and respiratory therapists.  

Now the family will meet to discuss her funeral plans and the plans for the children.   Thankfully she has a wonderful extended family and they will make the best decision possible.  Taking on the responsibility of newborn twins and four others is no easy task.  Please, keep this family and the children in your prayers.

Our hearts are heavy but we rejoice in the good news that this Christian woman is with her Savior.  

Miriam

Assumptions

Kanga Cloth

Karibu mgeni - “Welcome Visitor”

It takes time to get to know another culture. You have to be there and sometimes be uncomfortable and make mistakes.  You have to recognize the assumptions you bring from your own culture that have previously been invisible.  So after my 9th visit to Kenya, here are some of my learning experiences:

 “You are Welcome” (used as greeting)/“Welcome back” / “Welcome Home”

Underlying, these Kenyan greetings is a deep ethic of hospitality.  They are all genuine whether with a close friend or stranger.  You will hear the greeting “You are Welcome” many times during the day.  It creates an atmosphere where relationships can grow.

Relationships take time

In the United States  we look for quick results and relationships.  That is not the way it works in Kenya.  I needed to slow down to the rhythm of this place.  It seems to fit with my advancing age.  The resulting relationships have been a real gift!

Community/Individual

In the United States, the individual is the focus whereas in Kenya the community is the basis of who you are.  For me, it is an important reminder when I return and face the reality of how isolated we can become.

Consensus/Winning

The solution to a problem in Kenya is not by winning but is usually found in consensus.  In the U.S. we see the solution as being “won” by convincing a majority.  Consensus takes time.  

Age 

We are “seniors” in the U.S. and “old” here in Kenya.  “Old” in Kenya is a respected characteristic.  They see in us as a possible vision of their future.  That is both a wonderful gift and a responsibility.

I am sure that more time here will reveal more assumptions that can so easily be hidden.   I am thankful for the opportunity to be part of this wonderful community that has become a  second “home”.

Marvin

Tenwek

Suffer the little children...

For you created my inmost being;

    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

    your works are wonderful,

    I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you

    when I was made in the secret place,

    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

Psalm 139: 13-15 (NIV)

Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

Matthew 19:14 (NIV)

On Monday I officiated at what I hope is my first and last funeral.  Little Ashley Faith had lain in the morgue for a week while the powers that be decided what should be done with her body.    Since she had been found in a dumpster in a town about an hour away we tried to see if that town would take responsibility for her burial. They would not.  The town nearest here agreed to bury her in their potters field for a price.  

After her bill at the hospital was cleared by a benevolence fund we piled into a Tenwek truck and were off to Bomet.  There were five of us initially; two social workers and a friend of theirs, the driver and me.  After several stops to pick up more papers, an additional passenger with the gate to the cemetery, and to pay the burial fee of 1800 shillings or approximately $18.00, we were on our way to the cemetery.  It was quite a route over rocky “roads",  past the new Bomet sewage plant, and the new stadium (who knew they had a "football “team), until we finally reached the cemetery.  

It was a beautiful open field that overlooked a stream.  We walked for quite awhile carrying Faith in the little cardboard box which was her casket.  After descending a very steep hill we came to the little open grave where we were to lay her.  For some reason it fell to me to officiate.  I prayed for clarity and something meaningful to say.   The words of Psalm 139 came loud and clear and I read them with a meaning I had not experienced before and will never forget. "For it was you who formed my inward parts; you formed me together in my mother's  womb."  When I was being made  in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.  Your eyes beheld my unformed substance ......". We prayed and then respectfully  buried her little body.  Her soul  had long been with her maker who blessed little children.

It was time to leave and take the scenic route back to the hospital.

Miriam