World Cup Fever and Cruel Schools

David helping Marcelline with the chores.


I am writing this as we are watching the final match of the World Cup.  I am not sure who I am rooting for, but we do have at least one Dutch missionary friend here, but I personally believe Spain will prevail. 

I am also hoping I do not run out of steam here.  We had a fairly sleepless night last night as David had a fever.  When we awoke I had to get ready to preach at Odifax's (one of our staff) church.  The service began at 9 am and ended at 1:30 pm.  Despite the length of time, and the fact that David's fever did spike again during the service, it went pretty well.  I used the Ezekiel 37 passage, Valley of Dry Bones vision to talk about the importance not separating faith from action.  That is, one cannot preach the Gospel without ministering the the physical needs of people, or addressing social injustice in a society.  I warned of the dangers of an excessive focus on saving the soul at the expense of ministering to the body.

The extreme example of this I cited was based on my experience last year of visiting a Ghanian fort on the coast last year (in Ghana) where slaves were brought and held for shipment to Europe.  Thousands of slaves passed through there.  But what I said was most prominent in this fort was the very large Cathedral where the slavers went to pray and worship.  "What" I asked does a slaver pray before he beats and loads people into ships?"  "What passages in the Bible does he read?"  I also asked what praise songs a Christian Genosider might have sung in Rwanda before he goes out to kill all night?

My point was, that if we separate our faith from our works we run the risk of being like those people.  Christians on church on Sunday, but not living out our faith the rest of the week--confessing a Gospel that has no power to transform ourselves, and certainly not our communities or countries.

It was a pretty intense teaching, but well received.  I also was able to do at least a few things in Kirundi including reading part of the passage.   Rebecca watched the kids and was even able to make a doctor appointment for David, go to it, and come back long before the service ended.  I had heard about super long services here but 4 hours is a first for me.  It was a charismatic church so among the morning worship activities was a long session of singing and dancing, an excorcism, and 3 sermons.


I was surprisingly touched by a gesture at the end in which the pastor invited people up to make a love offering.  This was basically a payment to me.  What touched me is that they all knew that I was not poor, but a rich mzungu.  Yet many of them gave something.  I thought of the passage in the Bible where Jesus sees the widow giving at the temple and comments that her offering is the greatest there because others were giving out of their wealth, but she gave out of her poverty.  I received about $ 10 and I am trying to think of what would be a good thing to do with it that would please God and represent an investment in the future of this country.  (I will probably ask Jodi is there is a place they can use it at the Hope School for the Batwa.)


That brings me to the beginning of the week.  We started the week with a trip upcountry--a night in Gitega then another in Burasera with Jodi.  We were going to Gitega to meet with partners but also to take Yolanda (our SALTer) up to look at some potential houses for staying there next year.  (Yolanda has decided to extend her term for 2 more years and will be working with a partner in Gitega.)


The day was productive although we did not make any decisions on a house.  (She actually does not move up until September.)  We stayed the night with a couple who we recently met who is doing pastoral training at a church in Gitega.  It was nice to stay with someone and not at a guesthouse.  As much as I try, I am not a big fan of the town of Gitega, although since it is in the hills it is considerably cooler than Bujumbura.


We headed out the next day (Tuesday) to Burasira.  We had gone about 5 minutes down the dirt road when the battery light went on.  We knew we had a 2 hour drive ahead of us where there would be absolutely no services, gas, etc. and did not want to get stuck.  We turned around and went back to Gitega.  Fortunately I called one of our partner's Innocent who told us where we could get a car fixed in Gitega.


There is no garage per se in Gitega.  We pulled off on the side of a dirt road near some shops that sold various auto parts and met a mechanic who worked on the car outside.  A mechanic here would rarely have a shop, or really many more tools than a se of wrenches.  They are all 'shade tree' mechanics only without the shade tree.  (They work right out in the hot sun.)  The mechanic found the problem quickly, a broken alternator belt, and fixed it in just over an hour.  I was thankful we did not try to make the drive to Burasira and back before solving this problem.


The drive on dirt was extremely dusty, but that is way it is everywhere right now in dry season.  I swear at our house it feels like we are living in volcanic ash.  Every 2 days every surface--floor, tables chairs, books, is covered with fine red dust.  I will be happy when this season is over.  Ironically it is cooler than other time of year, but so dry.

We got to Jodi's house quite covered in dirt.   She had just finished teachng for the academic year and was full of stories about kids who had succeeded or failed their year.  As a westerner it is quite frustrating for her to deal with the Burundian school system--a vestige of colonialism--that finds just about any reason to fail kids and keep from continuing their education.  (It is the the diametric opposite of "no child left behind")


I think she stunned many of the teachers when she told her students at the beginning of the academic year in her English class that she would absolutely not let anyone fail their english class.  Not because she was easy, but because she was committed to do extra tutorials etc.   This is quite a contrast to other teachers who are basically trying to design tests that will trip up even the wisest students or give sufficient numbers of demerits for dress code, absences, etc. to warrant failure of the course.  (This is how the teachers were educated so it is what they know.)


The most appalling rule, and this is Burundian law, is that if a student misses any final exam in any class for any reason whatsoever, they fail the entire academic year and must repeat it, EVEN if they are the first ranked student in the class.  (Incidentally students are aware of their class ranking as early as preschool.)  There is NO opportunity to take a make up exam!  If you miss the day of the test for any reason you fail and repear the class and must repeat the entire academic year in every subject.  That is the law!

Jodi had several heartbreaking stories about several very bright batwa kids who, due to malaria or typhoid, missed a single exam and failed their year.  Two were at the top of the class and were already bored with the year.  She doubts they will come back if they have to repeat the whole year.


By contrast she told us of a few kids who came to the exams and barely passed because they were almost too sick to stand up.  One kid had an infected abssess that had to be drained by making a cut down his side from elbow down to his hip.  Despite this he was in the class for his french exam barely able to sit in a seat.


It is sad that as a foreigner, it is easy to see so many ways in which this country is shooting itself in the foot.  I know it is because in many ways it has inherited a legacy of failure and cruelty, but even 50 years after colonialism it is sad to see the education system has not significantly changed.

We left Burasira Wednesday morning with Jodi in tow as she is beginning her vacation.


On Thursday we went to a farewell celebration for Brandon and Robyn with World Outreach Initiatives, our partner where they are secunded.  It was a nice celebration remembering the year.  The partners were effusive about how valuable their contribution was and how much they would be missed.  There were many calls to have them stay another year.  I sense that despite how singular this experience was for them, they will be happy to go back to the US.  They have really been troopers, living with Burundian families, riding public transport and working in a very Burundian context.


The SALTers will leave Burundi on July 20th.  We had a brunch with them and Jodi and Bridget and Zachee on Saturday morning.

Well the World Cup is over, Spain won and I need to get ready for work.  Oren is going to get to go to summer school today so he is happy.



I am sorry about the lack of relevant pictures, I will probably go back midweek and post a few pix of the aforementioned events. 

4th of July in Bujumbura

The boys and I at the 4th of July picnic at the US Marine House in Bujumbura.

I feel I can get off a little this evening because Rebecca wrote a midweek report about the Presidential election.  As she noted, they went fairly smoothly and the current President won a whopping 85% majority in the country.  Of course he was the sole candidate so that makes it a bit easier.  Although we still hear reports of grenade attacks from time to time, it does not seem that anyone is in an uproar.  

Actually the current obsession is the World Cup.  It honestly seems as if everyone has stopped doing everything in order to watch it.  Even Rebecca and I turn it on most evenings and anytime a goal is scored we hear loud shouts from all over the city wafting into our windows.

The defeat of Ghana was quite surprising as far as experiencing here what I would call an "African" psychology.  I have not really sensed any consciousness in Burundi of people seeing themselves as "Africans".  In fact, they seem far more interested in parsing differences between Hutu, Tutsi, Twa, etc.  But when Ghana was playing Uruguay and was ultimately defeated I sensed in the city, everywhere, a sense of deep sadness and disappointment.  Ghana, the only African team left in the quarter finals was the great African hope, and the loss was palpable here.  

(It was interesting listening to the game here in French and then hearing Burundian commentary afterward, the word Uruguay sounds phonetically like the Kirundi Uragwaye which means "You are sick." Or Uragoye "You are annoying". )  Anyway, Uruguay did not please anyone in Africa on Friday night.

One thing I should mention in this blog is the weather.  It is the dry season, and although it is a bit cooler than other times of year, it is so dry and dusty.  This is exasperated by the fact that our road is being fixed.  This involves pushing a lot of dirt around with road graders.  We have about a quarter inch of dust on the porch and in the house every other day.  It is like living in volcanic ash I suppose.  Our poor cleaner, Odifax has to work extremely hard to keep the place clean.  

This also means the kids are constantly filthy.  They really seem to like to roll in the dirt, often they play at home in the hose so the dust turn to a sort of fine mud that covers their clothes and bodies.  Despite this, David and Oren are great playmates these days, especially that Oren is out of school.

Oren still complains about missing school and asks daily if it is beginning again soon, but he does find things to do at home, and we have devised a series of projects that are like things he does at school.  The other problem is that most all of his school friends have left town for the summer (and elections.)  We have gone to Club du Lac T from time time and have found it eerily quiet, no kids running around and playing in the pool.  There are a few dads left, but everyone else is gone.

Probably the most interesting day of the week was Sunday.  It began with Rebecca and the kids going to  our regular church service while I went to visit a local "Mennonite" church here.  I put Mennonite in quotations because it is not a church recognized in any way by the Mennonite World Conference, it is just a church registered by a Burundian pastor here as the Burundian Mennonite Church in hopes of getting some money from MCC or other Mennonite groups.  

It was not an easy visit.  I generally do not like to go on 'field visits' because of the artifice surrounding such events.  I am always put in a place of honor and it always seems as if the entire event is a performance for me.  It is then followed by a giant meal in my honor.

This was no different, and in fact I was seated on a platform directly behind the pastor, basically in the place at the front of the church where one hangs a crucifix or cross.  If I had extended my arms out I would have made a good substitute Jesus, and that is exactly how I felt.

It does annoy me when I feel like, as a white person, we are perceived to be saviors here, it is a mentality here that particularly grieves me, and a peception that is particularly hard to break.  I generally need to sit quietly in such spectacles and be gracious and polite.

Later, I privately explained for the 100th time to the pastor that MCC does not support churches and would not be providing them with a new church building or a new vehicle at any time in the future.  I did manage to leave after being with them about three and a half hours.

Sunday afternoon was far better.   All of the US citizens in Burundi were invited to a party at the marine house (place where US marines who guard the embassy live--there are 6 of them I think) for a 4th of July picnic.  It was a lot of fun.  I was not surprised to see that basically every American in Burundi could fit in a backyard.  The food was awesome!  It was a potluck featuring a lot of American picnic food like deviled eggs, potato salad, baked beans, enchiladas, apple pie, brownies, etc.  

What struck me was the diversity of careers and political persuasions represented there, conservative Christians, University students doing research, military and diplomatic personnel,  heads of NGOs (liberals),  even a few Jehovahs Witnesses.  But there was no feeling of "Red and Blue" here.  There was no political bitterness between us all.  We were all really happy to be together with other Americans regardless of who they were.  It was a particularly meaningful 4th of July.  

Among the things we did besides swim and chat, was hear a speech from Obama read, and watch a ceremony of a marine being promoted. 

After the picnic we went over to the English fellowship where Rebecca preached the last sermon of that service for the summer.  We came home pretty exhausted and Rebecca in the kids went to bed right after dinner.

Afterthought:

I am thinking, after spending time with other Americans on July 4th, about our country.  I am grateful to be an American, especially when I think about the ideals our country was built on.  But I do skim daily, reports about the bitter political and idealogical battles being waged over 'liberal' and 'conservative' issues regarding the economy, social, and other defining issues.

It is interesting to see Burundi through the lens of some of these debates.  Here, for instance, is a 2nd Ammendment's fan's paradise.  Everyone seems to have the right to bear arms and form militias to oppose the government and they do!  Small arms and hand grenades are readily available on the black market for as little as $1 each.  Consequently political differences that we might settle or argue about in a newspaper, are discussed here with randomly lobbed grenades.  (Grenades are also used to settle other disputes like being dumped by your girlfriend.  I guess that is a hazard of having them readily available for political discourse.)

I am pretty desensitized but I think visitors are a bit alarmed to see most every police man wielding an m-16, AK-47 or other automatic weapon ( and there are 100s of police in town everywhere you go.)  But with everyone having access to a weapon, law enforcement needs a lot of them too.  We are very used to hearing automatic weapon fire and grenades going off every night and are told that it is not a war, just criminals breaking and entering houses to rob people.  (Probably being met with return fire.)

Abortion is also illegal here and family planning is not promoted (except abstinence only).  The average family size is about 7 children and more than 50% of the country is under 17.  There is not sufficient money for education or any plan about what will happen to future generations.  Food security is a serious problem as well.  People just keep having more and more babies with a faith that God will take of them.  (Most of them leave it up to God because parents rarely survive beyond the age of 45)

Homosexuality, of course. is illegal as well, and in neighboring Uganda there is legislation in Parliament to make homosexuality punishable by death.  I think Burundi would find support to follow suit.

So I guess it depends on what you want.  In some ways it seems like there are those in our country that would like to see us look a bit more like Burundi with a lot of militias and gun wielding citizens, more babies, and a lot less homosexuals.

I guess after living here, I am appreciating more the great diversity and tolerance our great society allows.  I appreciate the protection our government offers all its citizens, and especially the many good social things our taxes pay for like social security, schools, good roads, national parks, social services, sewage systems, garbage collection, and protection from being poisoned by food we eat, water we drink, etc.

It is in light of all of this that I can say with pride and happiness "God Bless America".  I hope that Burundi might strive to resemble us at our best, and we would not strive to resemble Burundi at its worst.

Midweek Update--Two visions of Burundi: malaria and the mango tree

Rebecca writing tonight: We wanted to write a brief mid-week update to all of you, because we know that many of you have been praying for Burundi especially hard during this week of presidential elections. People woke up very fearful on Monday morning, election day. Rumors abounded about violence which would be planned to prevent voters from going to the polls. But things were quiet all morning. By 9 am, people in the polling stations were breathing a little easier every time a motorcycle drove by. (Lately, grenades have often been thrown by the passengers of motorcycle taxis). 

By the middle of the day, we were getting reports that “people were voting in security” all over the country. There were no reports of significant violence. People were able to get to the polls and express themselves, as much as is possible in a one-man race. Turnout was much higher outside of Bujumbura than in the capital city. People in this urban area show a lot more diversity in their political affiliations; and also they have been living under a lot more fear, of late. Evidently, the current president won over 90% approval from the people who chose to vote. I haven’t heard statistics about the percentage turnout compared to the number of voters registered. 

At the end of the day on Monday I was responsible for driving some of our international observers back to their lodgings. I felt fine at that point driving them home and was so thankful that we didn’t have to endure overt violence. It was interesting to hear about their impressions in an informal way: overall, they felt that the staff at the polling stations really made an effort to be professional. But people were tired. I felt an intense weariness myself which was hard to explain in any other way than by this sense of preparing for the worst, and then finally letting go of anxiety.

Actually, that sense of extreme exhaustion reminded me a lot of what I felt once the symptoms of malaria finally wore off. And it struck me that these elections are a lot like a severe, recurring case of psycho-malaria, suffered by the whole country. Every night, as an election draws near, the symptoms of fear get worse, you loose you bearings as you start to worry about various scenarios, you can’t sleep, grenades and gunfire disturb your dreams. And then during the day, you feel a bit more normal, almost as if you could do all the normal things. And the cycle gets worse right up to election day when finally the “fever” breaks. But you’re left depleted and exhausted. So Burundi has now suffered two malaria episodes. People are really tired. And we’ve got at least three more rounds of election days to go. Malaria isn’t usually fatal on it’s own—but the exhausted patient suffering repeated episodes of a resistant strain might not make it. Please just keep praying for Burundi, for people’s stamina here. 

I spent two hours on the election day joining a 24 hour prayer vigil. I think most folks poured themselves out praying all Sunday night, so I was part of the relief party on Monday morning. I was thankful that God gave me another picture of Burundi in the midst of all the anxiety here. I found myself thinking of a mango tree as a metaphor. The tree was set on fire 17 years ago. But now the tree is now covered with flowers, and even a few good-sized fruits have already formed. Yes, it’s a bit dusty, but there is so much potential for a rich crop. Yet around the base of the tree, ill-behaved children are fighting one another to claim ownership of the tree. One thinks, “I’ll chop down the tree if I can’t have it.” Another says, “I’ll set the fire around the tree to get it.” One boy is bigger than the rest, and easily knocks down the others. 

And the parents? Where are they? They are the church, huddled, seeking shelter, not knowing what to do about such behavior. But now some are realizing, we do not need to be afraid. We are the parents. We can tell these boys, “NO! You may not set this tree on fire again. For the sake of all of us and our children, you need to guard this tree well so that it can bear fruit for all of us.” 

Please pray for Christians here in Burundi that they will know the right response to all that is happening in this country. Pray for the church not to be manipulated by human powers on one side or another. Pray for courage to follow Jesus and to speak and act in ways that are fitting for the citizens of the Kingdom of God. And thank you for your prayers.

School’s End, A Birthday, and A Farewell to Friends

Oren and Gabriella at Club du Lak T on the last Saturday of Don and Rosaura’s visit.

OK, I am going to try to write this fast so I can go to bed soon.  It is 9:30 pm, but I have to be up at 4:30 am to take international election observers to their polling stations before the polls open at 6am.  That is my contribution to election observation for the Presidential election tomorrow (Monday).  It is a bit strange because every opposition party has pulled out of the race in protest, leaving the ruling party candidate as the sole contender.  The opposition parties have said they will not recognize the legitimacy of the winner of this election. 

There is some fear and expectation of violence by the opposition to disrupt the electoral process and we have been told to be out with caution tomorrow.

Despite this we are actually breathing a sad, but satisfied, sigh of relief as we loaded our friends Don, Rosaura, and Gabriela onto Brussels Airlines tonight without incident. They were not the only ones leaving on this flight: there was a veritable exodus of Oren’s classmates from the Ecole Belge as well as our service workers, Nathan and Lara Horst with their kids (Jal and Ella).  At this time we trust they are all on their way to Brussels. 

I did say that the overwhelming sense of this has been relief despite the fact that we were extremely grateful to have them with us. It was wonderful to be able to relax and share jokes and stories and just be ourselves. They were very supportive of us, and also did some very good work here with our partners.  We had really put them to work this past week, by having them lead a 3 day workshop on Bible reading and interpretation. However, the sense of relief comes more from gratitude that we did not encounter any serious security problems or election-related violence while they were here.  At certain moments, we definitely were a little worried that the situation might become more than we could manage responsibly.

But that is now behind us. Although we have our own safety to worry about (and our remaining team members) it is still easier than taking care of our dear friends who had already left their comfort zone far behind to come visit us. Actually Brandon moved out today as well; he will be house-sitting for the Horst’s while they are gone, and until he leaves. 

(Paul crashed, so Rebecca’s taking over)

So we are down to one family (our own) and are fairly exhausted after a very long day in which both Rebecca and I preached prior to taking our friends to the airport. Rebecca had the somewhat daunting task of preaching on the Sunday before a very uncertain election day. She looked at the response of the first Christians to intense pressure from political leaders (Acts 4) for some help. It’s good for all of us to remember to begin with prayer, and to begin prayer by first remembering who God is – and then naming the problem (not the other way around). And it is particularly important for Christians here to remember that our allegiance is first to Jesus Christ, not to a political party or ethnicity or nationality. So our words and actions should always imitate those of Jesus, who blessed and forgave the enemies who killed him.

Paul had to go off and preach alone while everyone else was at home getting ready for Don & Rosaura’s departure this evening. So we’re not really sure what he preached about. He said it was a good challenge as a man to preach about the tenderness and compassion of God.

Today has not been the only busy day.  We have had quite a lot of activity this week.  I mentioned that 3 days (Tues-Thurs) were occupied by teaching for Don and Rosaura (which meant that Rebecca and I tag-teamed babysitting 3 kids.)  They were able to help equip Christian leaders from around the country (from the Harvest for Christ Ministry) so that they could plan and lead their own Bible studies. The workshop was very well received by young Christian leaders who have so few resources to help them. Rosaura’s notes were translated into Kirundi as an added gift to the students and a resource for the future.  Oren’s school also ended this week on Thursday, something I can already tell he misses.

We went to a parent-teacher conference on Friday. We were glad to hear that Oren is a keen and willing student, who does his work well and conscientiously. He seems to be blooming into quite an artist, drawing his own designs and then coloring them. He’s pretty comfortable with letters, too.  He still struggles a lot with French, but that seems to be slowly improving. We were so pleased that he’s really diving into interaction with Francophone kids. We were invited to a lovely dinner at our friend & partner Onesphore’s house on Wednesday night. His son Jim and Oren had a great time running around, playing soccer and being crazy for a couple of hours.

We decided to have an early birthday party for Oren this year, in order to include more of his friends. So on Friday afternoon we invited a number of our friends over with their kids. At one point I think we had 14 kids of various ages running around. They played a scavenger hunt that took them around the garden and led to goody bags for each friend. Marceline had worked hard to cook and bake the two days before, so we had lots of yummy snacks. And we ordered an awesome birthday cake, made in the shape of an airplane. There were overall very few tears – none from Oren! And it was nice to be with friends on that afternoon and say goodbye to a few families we won’t see again till August. Don & Rosaura were also able to see at least one of our partners a final time.

We all felt like we had been running around like crazy for the past three weeks. We did have one brief reprieve on Friday night to join the world in watching Ghana defeat the US in the World Cup.  It was obvious Burundians were rooting for Ghana because at every Ghanaian goal we heard a whoop go up all over town that was audible even in our neighborhood.  

On Saturday, we also took it slower. After morning yoga, and some sermon-writing time, we went out for a final swim and relaxing dinner at the beach. It was a nice time of refreshment and closure for Don & Rosaura’s time here with us. We are really glad that we will see these friends again in just a month, along with many, many others. Our trip to the airport tonight whetted our appetites to be the ones traveling back to see loved ones very soon.  (We go on a 4 week vacation to the US on July 21)

6:00 am Monday (back to Paul)

As Rebecca said, I fell asleep and was up at 4:30 am to pick up International election observers in town and deliver them to polling stations.  The streets were very quiet and I am glad I was able to get everyone to their places by 6:00 am when they officially open the ballot boxes then open.

I should probably add one final note on elections here following up on some previous blogs.  The group we have been working with Amatora mu’mahoro (Elections in peace) released an official report with the final results from the communal elections.  According to them the ruling party CNDD-FDD got about 65% of the vote, and the major opposition party the FNL (the former Hutu rebel group) got 15% and Uprona (a tutsi party) got about 5%.  The remainder of votes went to other smaller parties. 

The opposition parties have pulled out of the race because they are accusing the ruling party of massive fraud—something that about 3000 observers failed to find.  It is true that the original results listed a majority for CNDD of about 80% but that was not the final result.  That said, my own sense is that there may have been some scattered incidents of fraud, but I think the CNDD did get that majority because as the ruling party they have tremendous advantages as they are perceived as being the group bringing food, schools, etc. to the masses.  The president is also very popular.

Burundi is not a country where there is any polling done.  (and it would be hard here because people are very guarded and rarely honest when asked direct questions.)  When I talked to people I knew in the FNL, for instance, they were absolutely convinced that they would win a 60% or more majority, as were other opposition parties.  I think the results stunned them because they were in such disagreement with their personal beliefs about the strength of their party, but not grounded in any statistical facts.

It is unfortunate that there is this problem because while the first election was not necessarily perfect, the reaction by the opposition seems extreme and not based in reality either.  Sadly, if this election is not seen as legitimate, Burundi may be stuck for another 5 years (until next election) in the stagnation of political insecurity and random acts of violence.

I can only say for myself, that I do not hold out great hope for true democratic institutions in this country for quite some time.  I am hoping that whoever is in power in this country will be committed to good governance, and in providing good education programs, family planning, and an economic climate that will promote growth and a reasonably fair distribution of wealth and opportunity to  its citizens.  Unfortunately there is little precedent for that in this part of the world.

Lying Low and a Trip to Kigali

Sunday evening:  Paul and kids enjoying a movie after a very long drive home from Kigali. 

This is one of those weeks where last Monday seems like last year.  I don’t know why my memory seems so hazy about the week’s beginning.  Perhaps because so much has happened in a few days, or maybe because we have just returned to Bujumbura from a long exhausting ride from Rwanda.

But I will do my best to sum up and maybe with the aid of Rebecca, Don, and Rosaura, I will not leave out anything important.  

As those of you know who have read the last week or so, we are currently hosting Don and Rosaura and their 3 year old daughter Gabriella from Poughkeepsie, NY visiting from our home church.  We have continued to enjoy sharing Burundi and seeing it fresh through their eyes--that is, by people who are new to both the country and even the continent of Africa.  

We have continued to keep them busy and during the first part of the week Rosaura was asked to do another tour of the campuses she visited last week to give her talk on a Christian perspective on environmental stewardship.  She did comment to us that she is used to speaking to a group about once a month and here she has already given about 9 lectures over 10 days.  (and next week promises to be even fuller.)

The lectures had been going on without a hitch until Tuesday evening.  I finished teaching my final ballet class that afternoon (we ended with a little showing for the parents which the kids loved.) and I was planning to accompany Don and Rosaura to an evening lecture on the campus in Kiriri, the upper part of the City.

As  was leaving the ballet class, a nervous mother passed me and said “Don’t go to Kiriri, the police are arriving there and there has been fighting.  They are arresting the leader of the FNL." (opposition political party)  I was surprised by what she said and began to drive home when Zenon called me and told me that the lecture at the campus had been cancelled because of an attempted arrest of the leader of the FNL in Kiriri.

I drove home to tell Don and Rosaura about the cancellation, then Rebecca and I began listening to the radio to figure out what was going on.  (We also called Zachee.)  From what we could piece together, a large group of police had gone to the leader of the FNL’s house to arrest him, but he had alluded them.  In the meantime, his followers had gathered there to blocade them, there had been fighting and shooting and several fatalities.  The official press releases however did not seem to be confirming any of this.  (Don and I were driving to prayer Wednesday morning, however, and saw the police blockade in Kiriri as can be seen in the photo below.)

This is, for Rebecca and I, another indication of the growing instability, especially in Bujumbura, surrounding the Presidential election.  The most unsettling part of this has been a nightly barrage of grenade attacks.  3-5 per night at seemingly random nightclubs and other meeting places.  Several people have been killed.  The strange thing is, no one is taking credit, and the motive is very unclear except to create instability.  But who that benefits is debatable.  Some say the opposition, and some say the ruling party.  Anyway, the official crackdown on the FNL is ostensibly related to these grenade attacks.

We have received advisories from the US Embassy to not go out to restaurants at night, and we are taking that advice.  My own opinion is that these attacks are aimed at being disruptive, but I do not believe ANYTHING will gain traction to pull the population into war again.  I get the sense that people are sick of war and are just waiting for these elections to be over.  There seems to be little question that the ruling party will win, and I do sense that the President is a popular man.

But coming back to hosting guests in this country, it does put us in the uncomfortable position of trying to assure Don and Rosaura that everything is alright, while admitting that we need to take precautions--like not going out to restaurants at night.  For us this is still within the range of normal (remember all the Homeland Security alert level warnings of yore in the US?) but it is not ‘normal’ in the way that we would necessarily consider an ‘acceptable risk’ in our own culture back home.

We also have the responsibility of letting the MCC team know what precautions to take, we spent much of the week fielding calls from our SALTers and other volunteers about what they should be doing or avoiding.

So we are balancing assurance with caution here and wishing that it was a more secure time for a visit, but on the other hand, I believe God will use this time and experience that he is subjecting our visitors to, to develop them spiritually as well as us.   They will have some stories to share about life here in difficult times without a doubt.

Despite the insecurity at night, the days here are perfectly normal and no one acts as if anything out of the ordinary is happening.  Kids are all in school, I continue to go swimming and to work, traffic is as bad as ever, etc.

That said, we have not missed the opportunity to entertain our guests, and have done many things around town during the day, and at home.  Gabriella, for instance, enjoyed cooking with Marceline and learned how to make tortillas.  We also watched a couple movies as two couples after putting the kids to bed at night.  The kids have also really enjoyed playing together.

---Break----
I need to interrupt the flow here to report on another unusual event.  I got a call on Wednesday morning from one of Brandon’s housemates saying she needed to talk to me.  I met her that evening with Brandon where she told both of us, to our surprise, that her father had been diagnosed with terminal cancer and would be moving to Bujumbura immediately and needed Brandon’s room for the rest of time he was to be here.  So the next morning Brandon packed his bags and moved over to our house with us.  He has one month left in his term so we will not look for another live in, and he will probably house sit for Nathan and Lara Horst while they are on vacation in the next several weeks.

In a way, Brandon’s arrival was fortuitously good as it meant we had a housesitter while we were in Rwanda.  We had had plans to drive up to Rwanda this weekend and did not feel that anything about the security situation here necessitated changing them.  Our plan was to leave Friday after school.  The main reason we were going was to help Ruth and Krystan get ready to leave for Kenya on Sunday where they will have their baby.  We got to Kigali Friday evening without incident.

Actually there was one small matter of us still waiting for Oren to get his resident visa.  All the rest of our family has had ours for weeks, but they lost Oren’s dosier somewhere in their Orwellian filing system.  (Don’t get me started on French bureaucracy and filing again.)  Suffice it to say that although we are one family and always apply together for visas, they have four separate portfolios, one for each of us, that are not even filed alphabetically.  (Maybe by visa #)  Anyway, everytime we need to renew it is an arduous process of waiting and wondering if we will get all 4, they invariably are never finished at the same time and someone’s folder is always lost or left on the desk of some supervisor waiting for a signature while he is on an extended vacation and has locked his office.

OK enough about that.  Zachee managed to get the passport out of immigration about 10 minutes before we left town.  Otherwise I would have had to go alone.

Making the trip up to  Kigali with 2 families which include 3 small children is about as hard as it sounds.  Fortunately they were about as well behaved as they could be.  We made a couple stops and they really enjoyed running around at the border.

In Kigali, we were sorry to find that the Africa New Life Guesthouse where we usually stay was booked up.  So we stayed at a place closer to Ruth and Krystan called Amani.  It was not bad, not very western, but there was an attempt to have hot water.

We all went out together with Ruth and Krystan on Friday night to the starbucks like coffee house called Café Bourbon.  It is crazy to see people out everywhere (in Kigali and Bujumbura) watching the World Cup, bars and restaurants are all packed during gametime and there are large screen TVs set up everywhere.

We got back to the guest house late and got the kids to bed.  The next day we had a nice breakfast at the guesthouse then went into town to do banking and shopping.  Again it was interesting to see this all through Don and Rosaura’s eyes as we have become so used to this routine.

We had dinner with Ruth and Krystan again on Saturday.  This time we went to a new Indian restaurant.  Long story short, the food was excellent and the kids were reasonably well behaved.  We got back to the guesthouse worn out and ready for bed and looking forward to being back home Sunday.

We did say goodbye to Ruth and Krystan one more time and said a prayer with them before heading out of town.  On the way out we took Don and Rosaura to the Nyamatta Genoside memorial.  A very disturbing sight, but probably worth seeing once in one’s lifetime.  It is not necessary to go twice.

We continued on to Bujumbura, but mada a brief stop along the way to meet Jodi who came to a nearby town on our route to get some supplies from us.

We will see her again in about 2 weeks.

The next week promises to be busy with both Rebecca and I preaching and D and R leading a 3 day Bible study.  Please pray for our work and continued security in the country.  The Presidential election is next Monday.

One thing I will say about having friends visit, it gives us a chance to share our life with them, but it also reminds me how much I miss the communities I left in the Hudson River Valley, shout out to PUMC, small group, KAIROS and Vassar dance dept.  Looking forward to visiting briefly this summer.

Homies in da Hizzie

Our family chillin' at the pool, photo taken by Don McNeil.


I should mention right from the start, that I am writing this blog on a new Macbook.  It is really great and it comes with a good (mysterious) anecdote.  By way of background, you might be aware that my old Macbook died about 4 weeks ago.  Unfortunately my back up drive, for no apparent reason, ceased to function as well the week before this happened.

I was a bit sad at the prospect that these 2 events would mean I had lost some difficult to replace documents.  Particularly grad school and dance company archives that I had kept.  But also there were about 3000 pix of Oren and David on there as well, not to mention Ipod music, calendars, contacts, etc.

The new macbook was purchased on line, then brought out by Don and Rosaura (more on them soon.)  When I got it I put the necessary software on, and just as a chance plugged in the back up drive that had not worked earlier…nothing.  I tried a dozen more times plugging it in and taking it out but to no avail. 

I was sad about this, but that evening, as I put Oren to bed I actually prayed that God would give me one shot at opening the drive.  I went to bed but slept fitfully.  I woke up at 4am and could not go back to sleep so I got up to fiddle with the new computer.  I decided to try once more to plug in the hard drive.  I did, and to my shock it spun up and the icon appeared on the desktop.  I opened it trembling.  All the files opened.  I rapidly started downloading everything I could.  All the aforementioned files, grad school, MCC stuff, and all 3000 photos as well as some various and sundry things.

When I finished I unplugged it.  The drive has not worked since that time.  I got my one shot and was able to rescue those irreplaceable documents. 

I am not one to claim that God is behind everything that happens to go right for me in some random circumstance.  (It could be the devil ;-) but I was really blessed by this answer to prayer.  I am also not claiming to be called to a hard drive healing ministry so please do not ask me to pray for or lay hands on your hard drives. 

As far as the calendar and contacts, as well as music, I found that I had all of these things stored on my ipod, so I was able to back load it onto the computer.  I really feel lucky to have lost relatively little in my computer saga.

So as I mentioned above, the reason why a new mac appeared in Burundi is because it was carried in by Don and Rosaura.  Don and Rosaura are friends from Poughkeepsie New York.  We went to the same church (Poughkeepsie United Methodist Church) together there and were in a small group with us as well.  Rosaura also works at Vassar.  She is the campus coordinator of the Intervarsity Christian Fellowship there. 

They arrived on a rainy Sunday evening.  We went as a family to pick them up and when we got to the airport, the plane was already there but no D and R.  We waited quite a while then began to drive out of the airport wondering what connection they missed when my cell phone rung and it was Rosaura.  She told us they were in the airport filling out missing baggage forms in customs.  We went back and found them at the airport. 

I would have been more upset about baggage that had not arrived had this not happened at least 3 times before when people have come here from the US via Brussels Airlines and it was always found.  We were able to confirm that it was indeed in Belgium, the only problem being that flights only come twice per week so we had to wait 3 days to get the bags. 

We were able to lend them some of our clothes though for the next 3 days until their baggage arrived.

It was really exciting to see them and Oren immediately took responsibility for entertaining Gabriella who is 2 years younger than him. 

Although the main reason Don and Rosaura came here was to visit us and give some moral support, we made some arrangements to put them to work as well.  Since Rosaura works as coordinator of a campus ministry, we made an arrangement for her to meet and speak to some different campus chapters of the Union Group Biblique de Burundi (counterpart of Intervarsity here.)  Zenon, who is one of our partners is the General Secretary of the UGBB here.  He was happy to make an opportunity for her to speak and actually set up about 8 opportunities for her to speak in the first 2 weeks they are here.

Rosaura is also an environmental engineer by training so she did teachings about the Biblical basis for Environmental Stewardship. The topic was quite interesting if novel to the students on campus.  Although Burundi is a country that has been devastating its environment in the past 2 decades due to war and overpopulation, there is not a lot of discussion, knowledge, or activism around environmental issues here. 

I am still doing my best not to cringe when I watch even the most educated Burundians routinely throw trash, bottles, etc. out the window of their car while driving.  (It is so taboo for us in the US.)  Other evidence of environmental degradation here that students talked to her about when prodded to think about it was destruction of wildlife (no big game that used to be plentiful here live in Burundi as they were all killed and eaten by rebel groups during the war.—except hippos.), massive deforestation, and pollution in Lake Tanganyika.  I thought the topic was very timely and appropriate and was well received by the students. 

Don did a lot of help with childcare as we took Rosaura around to the different groups, but this week he will be helping do some training on doing Bible studies with another one of our partners who works with students: Moisson Pour Christ (Harvest for Christ.)

One of the really interesting things to me about having visitors see us from home, is to see how they react to the way we live here.  There is so much we get used to and consider normal like no electricity at night, no running water in the middle of the day, no trash pick up, driving on terrible roads, seeing serious traffic accidents daily, even being gawked at as the only white people most places we go and being asked constantly for money and hearing “mzungu” shouted everywhere we go.  Don and Rosaura have never even been to Africa before so this is all quite a big shock to them.

It has also been interesting sharing with them other more subtle cultural differences.  It can be a challenge to teach cross-culturally because of assumptions we make.  As an example, Rosaura wanted to talk about God’s creativity and gave an image of her daughter Gabriella coloring with crayons and magic markers.  The translator had great difficulty translating this and  I had to tell Rosaura later that it is doubtful that many of these students had ever colored or even seen crayons in their childhood as they would not have been able to afford them at home, and primary school here is a matter of sitting in chairs and doing rote repetition and memory, orally and written.  Coloring or any creative activity are not part of primary education here at all.  In fact, most Burundian children would probably not play with any ‘toys’ like blocks, legos, or other constructing materials either at school or home.

So we have had some really thoughtful conversations together many of these things and life in an impoverished country has been quite eye opening for them.

Time with them has not been all work and no play though.  We have taken them to several of the more touristy places in Bujumbura including the beach by Club du Lac Tanganyika, and Entente Sportif, the pool where we like to swim.  (The photos on this week’s blog are mainly from Don’s camera at Entente Sportif on Saturday).  We have had a lot of fun together and Gabriella has really enjoyed playing with Oren and David here, particularly jumping on the trampoline.

The weekend was relaxing Saturday and Don even did yoga with us in the morning.  Sunday, they had the experience of a long morning worship service in 2 languages at PTI then I preached in the afternoon at the English service.  (I fleshed out my thoughts on a Theology of the Future that I described in last week’s blog.)  After church Thomas and Naja, our Danish missionary friends invited us over for dinner and we had a very nice evening together. 

Other news from Burundi: Election news continues to be concerning.  Out of protest of the bizarre election results, all the opposition parties have decided to boycott the upcoming Presidential election, leaving the ruling party candidate the only contender.  The election commission has decided to have the election anyway.  We have been waiting for other reactions but things have been calm up until Saturday when we heard there were about 5 simultaneous grenade attacks at different restaurants in town Saturday night.  No one has taken responsibility but it is undoubtedly related to the elections.

The US embassy has advised caution about going out to public places, but we have not been told that this seems to be any indication of a largescale deterioration of security here.  It is being treated at this point as more of a disruption than the beginning of a war.

Sadly grenades here are ubiquitous.  It seems like most everyone has a few leftover grenades from the war and we often hear about people even settling domestic disputes by throwing a grenade at someone else’s house.  This is another fall out from a country that had been at war for so many years and another reason why our conflict resolution training is of such value here.  It is essential that we get people out of the mindset that killing someone is a reasonable way to settle differences.

But please keep us in prayer that we might be able to stay out of harm’s way.  We do not feel in any way targeted by the violence I mentioned above, but we don’t want to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I think I stop there except to say that Rebecca and I extend our greeting to all of our friends at our home church (PUMC) who helped make this visit by Don and Rosaura possible. 

Next week we will be traveling with D and R to Rwanda!

Malaria and a Theology of the Future

Oren and David on retreat.

Monday morning 4am.  I am having trouble sleeping tonight.  One reason is because I did not get anything posted on Sunday about the past week which really was quite full.  I can't believe what a shift in gear this has been from the week prior when it seems we were obsessed with election results.  Although the issues as far as elections are still very much unresolved, life, for us, did not wait for any outcome.

Last Sunday I mentioned Rebecca not feeling well and skipping our weekly pizza outing to Ubuntu.  On Monday morning she woke up feeling dreadful, weak, sweaty, like something she had never felt before.  Although I had been sick the week before with a nasty virus, we suspected this was not the cause.  We had malaria test kit that we decided to administer.  A drop of blood on a test strip gave a very quick positive result.  We called the doctor who confirmed that her symptoms were consistent with the test and she began treatment.  The next 2 days she might describe as some of the worst of her life.  We Americans just do not really have any idea how debilitating these virulent tropical diseases can be.  Despite beginning treatment, she could not get out of bed or barely even move.  She described headaches that felt like her brain was splitting in two.

Malaria is a terrible affliction even with good treatment, it is hard to imagine that there are children here that may contract it 12 or more times per year.  It can also be fatal, and often is if untreated.  For us though, the great challenge that this brought for us was a retreat we were planning to lead in Rwanda for our Burundian and Rwandese partners.  This is an annual event that takes a considerable amount of preparation, then a lot of energy to lead and facilitate on over the 3 days it happens.

Rebecca fell ill Monday and we were scheduled to head to Rwanda with 28 people in tow on Thursday to lead a 3 day conference.  It was a dilemma as no option sounded good.  Canceling seemed almost unimaginable after having made such extensive preparation and work to get everyone available for the date.  I considered going alone and leaving Rebecca with the kids, but in her condition that would have not been much better than being at the conference with childcare.  I even considered taking the kids and just leaving Rebecca, but I could not see how that would be possible either if I was to be the sole leader.

We decided the only thing that we could do was to pray and wait until Thursday morning to make a last minute decision based on how Rebecca was feeling.  I spent much of the rest of the week preparing to leave in many ways.  This included getting materials printed and photocopied, and solving the massive logistical puzzle of how to get everyone up there using 3 vehicles and asking some to take the bus.  (We sent the SALTers on the bus with a couple of other young partners.)

By Thursday morning Rebecca was very weak but feeling considerably better.  She was very weak, but the headache and fever were gone.  We decided that in many ways, going to the retreat was the least exhausting option as she would be able to sleep much of the time since we had 2 childcare people coming with us.

Mercifully the trip was uneventful as far as driving.  We all got across the border without incident.  This included our whole MCC team as well as many Burundians.  The place we stayed was in a town called Butare, closer to the border than Burundi. There is a beautiful Catholic monastery there called Guhindamuyaga.  The guest rooms were modest, but the grounds felt a bit like the palace of Versaille, with enormous lawns and gardens.  We got there and by 8 pm the people from Rwanda arrived there as well.  (They were delayed when the wheel of the car they were riding in fell off and rolled down the road beside them.  You get used to these kinds of things around here.)

I will try to do a synopsis of our time together, but long story short, we really had a great and meaningful time together, especially the MCC team for whom this was probably the last time we were to be together as the SALTers leave in July.  Ruth was looking great and about ready to pop from her pregnancy (they head to Nairobi soon), and it was great to have Zachee and Bridget with Timmy with us as well.  The growing MCC kid family included, Oren, Jal, Timmy who played together as well as the son of one of our partners Joshua, while David and Ella, the young kids enjoyed each other as well.  (Although Ella's favorite game seemed to be to push David down when he ran away from her.)

We try to have a theme around which we organize talks for this retreat, and this year I called it Developing a Theology of the Future.  It was a theme that I felt has relevance cross culturally because I feel the Gospel critiques both my own culture as well as contemporary African culture in an interesting way in this regard.  I will describe the summarize the premise briefly:

Normally I begin a critique of culture with my own.  I used the passage at the end of Deuteronomy where Moses is on Mt. Nebo, just prior to his death, looking over the Promised Land which he will not enter.  I considered how Moses might have felt and suggested that the view was one of great comfort to him, because his faith taught him that the best things were prepared for a future generation, not his own.  Thoughout the Bible we find this 'theology of the future.'  The hope that the best is not in the present but rather, the future.

I told my Burundian colleagues that the generation of my grandparents and even parents believed this fervently, having lived during the Great Depression and World War II.  I believe that my grandfather's maxim in life was that his children would have a better life than he did.  That kind of thinking changed at some point in the 1970s.

My generation, by contrast, believed that the best things should be ours in the present.  We were even told and assured that getting what you want now was actually a good thing, that it drove an economy from which all would prosper.  Savings was disparaged and borrowing became a moral virtue.  In the past decade, for the fist time in our history Americans have more debt than savings.

I look at us now, we are might be compared to a generation of locusts, the current financial crisis is a result of our massive wager that borrowing from the future to have it all in the present is a virtue.

This obsession with the present is not only evident on Wall St. (take what you can and get out) but is also a part of Christian Faith.  I am referring to a Gospel of prosperity that tells us that 'God wants to bless you right now abundantly, and all you have to do is ask."

But that was not the faith of my grandparents.  Certainly they believed in God's blessing, but they also believed that "I am sure that this present suffering is nothing compared to the glory that is to come."  In other words, even in our faith lives many of us have rejected the belief that the best is prepared for a future generation and not for us.

Burundi also suffers from a theology of the present.  But it has different roots.  It is based in a kind of fatalism.  After years of trauma from war the sense for most is that they have no control over what will happen to them and they and their families could be dead tomorrow.  There is no hope that a future generation will have it better than the present.  People don't think ahead, beyond finding the next day's meal or other need.  (Interestingly, the Prosperity Gospel, which we export wholesale is widely popular here as it offers a false hope that God is going to come in and solve all the problems of poverty and despair without them taking any action to change behavior or patterns of living.

In both our cultures we suffer from a sense of hopelessness (or disinterest) in the future.  And as Christians that is really tragic, because we have historically put our hopes and dreams for a future that is better than the present as a key element of our faith.  I personally regret that the word 'sacrifice' in terms of doing without or saving was really seen as 'quaint' or 'ignorant.'

I challenged our partners, in their organizations to think beyond the present or even their own terms as leaders of their organizations.  (I gave the example of my dance company, which existed for 20 years under the name Paul D. Mosley Dance Inc.) I joked that it was certainly not very future looking, as once I quit, it ceased to exist.  But I asked them to what extent their own organizations, though not bearing their names, were essentially the same thing in practice.

The talks and debates over the weekend were very interesting as well as the time to relax.  I enjoyed walking with Oren and David in the morning before breakfast.  Rebecca recuperated and by Friday was able to lead us in some times of prayer and worship with the guitar.

By the time we came back on Sunday we felt exhausted but satisfied with the work we had done.

We had dinner on Sunday with Zachee, Bridget and Tim at Ubuntu in the pouring rain.  (A surprise in this season) then we prepared for our next adventure...

We went to the airport about 7:30 pm to pick up Don and Rosaura Andujar McNeil and daughter Gabriella from Poughkeepsie, NY!!!  (For those of you waiting to hear, they did get here safely but I will write more about them next week.)