As was true in previous years while living here, our post office box has been free of the junk mail from the local merchants trying to get us to purchase their goods. I suppose that we could even say that our lives have been free from clutter as well. Christmas here is quite a simple affair both for us and for our national friends who are believers. Here are some highlights.
Many of our friends and employees rarely eat much beef because it is too expensive to place in their normal or daily diet. Additionally, their diet is a fairly simple one consisting mostly of millet dough dipped into a tasty sauce made from locally available plants. So when Christmas comes, they take the opportunity to have a small feast with their family and usually participate in it as a group. For example, our construction crew each gave a few dollars towards the purchase of beef. Collectively, they had enough money to buy a lot of it--two cows worth “on the hoof” to be exact! Danny witnessed “the bovine death march” down the little dirt road to the home of our construction foreman. There, they were slaughtered and divided equally among the men who had participated. FYI, all the parts of the animal were used, and we mean all! The local church that we attend also followed the same plan so that the members could have a feast on Christmas.
Gift-giving differs from the US in many ways. There isn’t a lot of emphasis on quantity of gifts or on their price. Many, including the children, receive one new outfit of clothes, and that’s it. The other difference is that they are all very content with the little (by some standards) that they receive.
As a team, we celebrated Christ’s birth Christmas Eve. Our menu was roasted lamb, leeks in cheese sauce, homemade rolls, and fruit salad, topped off by Dutch apple pie and pecan pie (that finished off our stash from Louisiana!) We read the Christmas story, sang Christmas carols, and thanked God for His incredible gift to us. Our team member from Holland has two friends visiting her, and the trio sang a beautiful, old Dutch hymn and then translated the words for us. We had a gift exchange ($4 limit on purchase price!) and everyone had a wonderful time.
Today we attended a church service with our national friends, and the pastor emphasized the real joy of Christmas and drew a contrast between the joy that comes from a personal relationship with Christ and that joy that accompanies food, feasts, commercial benefit, etc. He noted that many of the local merchants who aren’t even believers have a certain type of joy over the money that they will make because of this holiday. However, there is an abiding joy that comes from knowing Jesus that runs like a thread through good times and bad, through plenty and lean times. We were encouraged to live everyday in this joy made available to us through Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection.
Our team enjoyed being ambassadors of the hospital’s Christmas gifts to our leprosy patients and also to the inpatients at the hospital. We individually packaged 100 kilos of sugar, 20 kilos of tea, and 100 cubes of soap. On Tuesday, we added cooking oil and Vaseline to the bags and drove out to the homes of our leprosy patients who applauded warmly with their severely deformed hands and joyfully chatted with us during our visits. Today after church we went to the bedside of each inpatient to distribute gifts. Many of them are of a different faith, but all were very grateful.
It was hard to be so far away from our sons and our daughter-in-law and our extended families, but they are doing well in our absence, and we are so grateful to be back in Meskine.
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Thursday, December 25, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
After several weeks of hectic activity in preparing to leave the States, and with lots of help from very good friends, we managed to get away on schedule and arrived safely in Cameroon. However, this trip was the most harrowing of all our travels to date. Here is a brief recap.
All our flights up to the Zurich-Douala leg went great. Our suitcases weren't too heavy and with a couple of exceptions, we were on time. We even got a little sleep on our over sea flight. When we boarded the plane in Zurich, we found our seats in the back of the plane (cheapest seats except for the ones in the baggage compartment :) ). While we were waiting for everyone to board, a man two rows behind us started to talk sort of loud. It didn't take long to realize by his accent that he was a Cameroonian, and he was repeating over and over in French that he needed to visit the restroom (in other words). I rolled my eyes and asked the Lord why he had to be on OUR flight.
Moments later, we saw that he was handcuffed to a man on each side, whom we assumed were plain-clothed policemen. He continued to struggle with them and draw the attention of passengers on board, the majority of whom were Cameroonian. He began to tell the passengers that he was being unjustly treated and had a visa and a passport and these men had kept him in the airport jail for a month and were returning him to Cameroon. It appeared that many were buying his story as they crowded around his seat being very vocal about how he was being treated.
Danny and I were afraid that this quickly intensifying situation was going to ignite into a riot. Needless to say, we were praying in our seats. Finally, some uniformed policemen put a descending ramp up to the rear exit, and after much trouble and resistance from the prisoner, and much consternation from the spectators, loaded him into a car and left.
Our flight was delayed for an hour and a half while this developed. Some of our fellow passengers continued to be vocal about their feelings. Eventually the uproar died down, and people got in their seats and settled in for the flight. As we tried to relax, we realized that it was as easy for the Cameroonians to believe and sympathize with their countryman as it was for us to trust the Swiss police--two very different points of view.
But that's not all that happened...
When nearly to Douala, our destination, the pilot announced that we would bypass Douala and land in the capital, Yaounde because a crew member was sick. This would delay our landing in Douala by several hours. Then it all started up again as people expressed their frustration over this decision. Didn't Douala have good hospitals? Why inconvenience a planeload of people for one crew member?
In the Yaounde runway, the pilot confessed that he was the sick crew member. Indeed, he had been stricken in flight with a terrible headache that paralyzed him. Since his replacement crew was in Yaounde, we had to land there first.
When the crew instructed us to exit the plane in Yaounde to wait in the lounge and be fed there, some of the outspoken ones refused to leave. Once they finally complied, there was more heated discussion and even shouting in the lounge. As we were allowed to reboard the plane, we passed a crowd around an airline rep informing him of a lawsuit they wanted to file against the airline.
How relieved we were to land in Douala and to be met by our faithful porter who has helped us through customs for years! We arrived after midnight at the guest house where we were scheduled to stay and enjoyed a restful night’s sleep. Our flight 3 days later to Meskine, our final destination, was thankfully very dull!
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All our flights up to the Zurich-Douala leg went great. Our suitcases weren't too heavy and with a couple of exceptions, we were on time. We even got a little sleep on our over sea flight. When we boarded the plane in Zurich, we found our seats in the back of the plane (cheapest seats except for the ones in the baggage compartment :) ). While we were waiting for everyone to board, a man two rows behind us started to talk sort of loud. It didn't take long to realize by his accent that he was a Cameroonian, and he was repeating over and over in French that he needed to visit the restroom (in other words). I rolled my eyes and asked the Lord why he had to be on OUR flight.
Moments later, we saw that he was handcuffed to a man on each side, whom we assumed were plain-clothed policemen. He continued to struggle with them and draw the attention of passengers on board, the majority of whom were Cameroonian. He began to tell the passengers that he was being unjustly treated and had a visa and a passport and these men had kept him in the airport jail for a month and were returning him to Cameroon. It appeared that many were buying his story as they crowded around his seat being very vocal about how he was being treated.
Danny and I were afraid that this quickly intensifying situation was going to ignite into a riot. Needless to say, we were praying in our seats. Finally, some uniformed policemen put a descending ramp up to the rear exit, and after much trouble and resistance from the prisoner, and much consternation from the spectators, loaded him into a car and left.
Our flight was delayed for an hour and a half while this developed. Some of our fellow passengers continued to be vocal about their feelings. Eventually the uproar died down, and people got in their seats and settled in for the flight. As we tried to relax, we realized that it was as easy for the Cameroonians to believe and sympathize with their countryman as it was for us to trust the Swiss police--two very different points of view.
But that's not all that happened...
When nearly to Douala, our destination, the pilot announced that we would bypass Douala and land in the capital, Yaounde because a crew member was sick. This would delay our landing in Douala by several hours. Then it all started up again as people expressed their frustration over this decision. Didn't Douala have good hospitals? Why inconvenience a planeload of people for one crew member?
In the Yaounde runway, the pilot confessed that he was the sick crew member. Indeed, he had been stricken in flight with a terrible headache that paralyzed him. Since his replacement crew was in Yaounde, we had to land there first.
When the crew instructed us to exit the plane in Yaounde to wait in the lounge and be fed there, some of the outspoken ones refused to leave. Once they finally complied, there was more heated discussion and even shouting in the lounge. As we were allowed to reboard the plane, we passed a crowd around an airline rep informing him of a lawsuit they wanted to file against the airline.
How relieved we were to land in Douala and to be met by our faithful porter who has helped us through customs for years! We arrived after midnight at the guest house where we were scheduled to stay and enjoyed a restful night’s sleep. Our flight 3 days later to Meskine, our final destination, was thankfully very dull!
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