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Appleseed Travel Journal

Liberty School

The land has at long last been bought for Liberty School in Bikeke Village (see the attached photo)!!!!  Needless to say, John Wanyonyi, the founder and Director of the school, is ecstatic.  And, thankfully, Steven Alembe, Appleseed’s Community Development Director, has the project on track for next steps in the upcoming months. Hopefully, we will be able to see the first building(s) started and maybe even completed by mid December. Several days we were able to spend time in Bikeke visiting with the students, teachers, and walking around the village itself.   It’s very common to see women at a communal well pumping water into large yellow plastic containers.  They then carry the heavy jugs back to their damp, dirt-floored mud huts for drinking, cooking and even washing.  Person after person told me, “Life is HARD, very HARD here.  Often there is not food to eat.”  It is heart-wrenching, at a minimum, and truly hard to see and even begin to comprehend.  Many, if not most, of the children wander about filthy, without shoes, wearing shredded clothes that we would consider rags for cleaning at best. Men sit aimlessly without work. The mud, dirt and grime are everywhere.  Women carry HUGE bundles of vegetables or clothes for washing down to the river accepting the hardship of their lives.  Still, they hope to exist one more day and that somehow their children will have a better life by some miracle or circumstance beyond their wildest imaginations. And, it is so obviously true, even for Liberty School, NOTHING can happen to truly change the lives of these precious orphans and children, without the mercy and grace of our very big God.  Conditions for the children attending the school, too, are incredibly unbelievable.  As a North American, it’s hard to even grasp that human life can actually exist with such minimal nourishment and care. The needs are endless:  curriculum, paper, pencils, desks, chairs, chalkboards, even a ball or skipping rope so the children can have something to play with during recess time.  Even more importantly, a bowl of porridge in the morning is needed, because most students have not eaten since…when???  It can all be somewhat overwhelming, especially knowing there are literally thousands of African children just like the ones we have met and seen.  BUT, after talking with the teachers at this particular school, who themselves are very poor, I am compelled to stand with them for these specific children in this particular village, agreeing with them that our God is that gracious, that powerful, that loving and can and will do something miraculous in the lives of these special children. And, it’s true! It’s already, happening because of YOU!!!!  With the purchase of the land and classrooms soon coming, the miracle is unfolding!  These children are being given an opportunity and chance.  They are literally choosing not to stay at home.  They are welcomed and encouraged to come to Liberty School (without having to pay the normal fees for public school and even if they don’t have the required shoes, uniforms).  They want come because they want so much to learn.  Because of this opportunity their lives are already being changed.  They are truly being propelled into the world of literacy and all the choices in life that will bring.   While there is much to lament about, we are THRILLED to be a small part of changing a few lives forever in this remote village in Africa.  God has not forgotten these precious ones.  Asante sana (thank you so much) for saying “yes” and helping to make the miracles happen.

Group Coaching Process for East African Leaders

For those who want more details on how we are working with our key leaders from six nations… here is a taste. First, who are these people?  They are experienced church planters who are also training others in multiplying disciples and churches.  They are truly bringing spiritual and practical transformation to neighborhoods, regions, and in some cases even nations and beyond. We are engaging this team in a “group coaching” process which is designed to tap into the experiences, insight, and revelation from each person who is present. We spent the first day building relationships among one another and then identifying, through a facilitated process, the top issues that they want to work on together during the next four days.  The power of setting this agenda as a group is that no one person (myself included) could have come up with this specific list:

1. Best practices for integrating simple church planting with simple development (ways to empower the poor).

2. Developing personal financial support for church planters.

3. How to reach influential people within the community.

4. Mentoring and training leaders on-the-job.

5. Organizing their emerging movements around those who are most productive.

6. Vision casting that can be easily passed on from one leader to the next.

We then spent the next two days working through these topics using a combination approach. We identified those who had the most expertise for each topic and asked him/her to share an introduction to the topic.  We then broke up into groups of four and asked each group to come up with their own strategies for each issue.  Finally, we brought the group back together to pull all of the ideas into one master strategy. The benefit of this approach is that it focuses on the issues that are of greatest interest to those present and it draws on the wisdom from each and every participant. It was incredibly fun to see them huddled around tables in small groups animatedly talking in Swahili (or French), with their hands waving, discussing issues that they deal with on a regular basis and drawing from each other’s experience. With such quality leaders, the outcome was fantastic.  Each leader was extremely energized by the process and left with clear plans and objectives that they feel confident the Holy Spirit has provided. I wish you could meet each one and get just a taste of their passion for God’s purposes and their love for the people they reach out to.

Sisters

Sitting in a tiny, sparsely furnished mud hut with only a small opening for a window allowing a bit of air and a glimmer of sunlight into our midst, I felt incredibly humbled at the strength and courage of the women sitting next to me.  Nancy, one of the women and also my interpreter, snuggled in close to me, as all 15 of us squished into the small room. Some of the women held babies as they slept or nursed, or toddlers sat quietly just staring questioningly at me, the muzungu (white person).  One even wiggled around in his mom’s arms to get a closer look and then let out a loud scream, letting us all know that there was not only a stranger in our midst, but also danger! I looked around the room and thought, “What in the world, could I say or speak to these women?” More importantly, “What could they speak to me?”  Looking into their beautiful faces, all I could see were eyes clouded with despair, so much hopelessness, fear and worry. I wondered if they looked to me for something…perhaps an answer to their problems, maybe a few shillings or maybe more.  One thing I’ve come to know:  even in this room of 15, there are 15 million women more just like them here in Africa.  If only I could give and give and give and meet their needs.  Alas, all I have to offer is our sameness.  We meet as women, one American, one Kenyan, sisters in so many ways.  We are the same; we have needs; we are challenged in many areas.  My heart as a mom is not Black or White, it beats with love for my children, the same as these women’s hearts beat for their children.  We are the same. Convincing them of this, I asked each one to share one of the many struggles they are facing today. Assured of our similarities, they were not shocked when I told them of our youngest and the extremely poor and dangerous choices he is making in his life.  They listened and nodded their heads knowingly, believing that indeed we are alike.  One after the other we shared, heart to heart, sister to sister.  As we listened in turn, the needs were so great, the devastation so rampant, the loneliness and hopelessness so profound. As each matter of factly stated their plight, I thought my heart would break. One spoke of a husband who was a drunkard and had left the family; another, a widow, told how she had experienced the custom of being chased from her home when her husband had died and how his family had taken everything, including her own children; then, a young mom who had worked and saved and managed to have a room and small business for herself and her child—all of it had recently burned to the ground, leaving her nothing but maybe a small seed of faith to begin again; one more whose husband had left many months ago leaving her with three children, no food, no shelter, no school fees; and on around the circle it went. I listened, I looked into their faces, these African women with their soft, gentle ways, and beautiful glistening skin.  Where is justice? Where is hope?  The oppression, the victimization brews and steeps in their minds and hearts.  They have lost all hope; they believe life can never change.
We talked of change; we talked of focus.  Jesus said in this life there will be many trials.  And so, we all agreed.  But in this life, He says we will also experience the peace that passes all understanding.  We are guaranteed we will have joy that will be our strength.  So I must ask, “Where is my focus?  Do I obsess on the challenge of one son gone astray, or do I choose to look to the Source for hope and the truth?”  We are the same.  For this one day, we all chose to believe the truth. Jesus said, “I will never leave you or forsake you. I am with you even to the end of the age.”  We all walk a little taller, our eyes shine a little brighter, and we agree today is a good day.  We have enough to eat, we have shelter, our children are safe, we have had time to be together.  Smiles replace frowns and joy begins to flow as giggles and laughter over simple things begin to take place:  my attempts at Swahili, a toddler stumbling into a mudhole surprised by splashes of water, a knowing exchange that says “Yes, life is hard, but where I choose to focus can change this moment and maybe even my future.”

Spiritual Transformation Is the Primary Key to Fighting Poverty

“When people see me walking down the road with my head up and a smile on my face, they assume that I have more money than they do.  But I don’t.  I just know that Jesus is with me and that He is taking care of me.”

Zippy (nickname for Zipporah) lives with her husband and four sons in a one room apartment (not one bedroom, but one room) behind the small downtown store she runs to make basic ends meet.  This couple hosted us in Kakamega for a conference with area leaders.  They are a personal demonstration of how critical faith is in transforming the lives of the poor.

“I am constantly keeping my mind on Jesus and I only want to work for Him.  When I have a need, I just let Him know about it, and he always does something.”

Listening to Zippy share one story after another of God’s faithfulness—illnesses healed, provisions made—one is so aware of the difference between those who deal with poverty from a position of faith, and those who have don’t have faith, often succumbing to hopelessness and accepting a victim’s posture.  “Before I trusted my life to Jesus,” Zippy tells us, “I felt trapped.  But now I am never alone and my future is bright.”

Indeed, this mindset of poverty—believing that one is hopelessly trapped—makes change difficult even when a few resources are available.

Not only does Zippy’s attitude give her strength day-to-day, it also gives her the needed courage to work towards a better future.  She proudly shows us the small plot of land she has saved for where she plans to build her own store so that she will no longer have to pay rent.  Though it may be years before this comes to pass, her ability to dream with God gives her the persistence to move forward one step at a time and accomplish what others will not even attempt.

Even more impressive is Zippy’s longing to help others less fortunate than her.  “When God provides a little something for me, then I must share this with my friend who is suffering today.”

The difference between faith, in the midst of poverty, is so much more critical than people realize.  It can mean the difference between life and death just because of the way life is approached.  This is why we are so committed to spiritual transformation as the foundation for all our work among the poor.

Kakamega and Beyond

We had such a great time in Kakamega, actually wayyyyyyy outside of Kakamega on a red, rough, dirt and bumpy road.  After being on the highway, which has a billion potholes and is like going through an obstacle course, swerving and bumping all the way so one has few brains that have not slipped out of your head by the end of the journey!!!  We had to leave our car behind for part of this trip and get out and walk just because the road was so rough, with so many huge rocks and drainage ditches due to all the rain.  The experience with church planting training and also having time with the women was fun, exciting, inspiring and educational!!! We journeyed over to Kitale yesterday afternoon and are so glad to be “home”.  Even a couple of the guys at our little hotel here greeted us with handshakes and kisses!!!  We have our same room, so I’m familiar with how the shower works (or doesn’t work) and thank God, there is still a seat on the toilet.  Unfortunately, the water is still cold, but small price to pay when one thinks about all of the women and children who are going to the river today just to get a jug of water for their household drinking, cooking and washing.  There’s nothing like a good adventure “up-country”, to put life in perspective. The photos I have attached are pretty self-explanatory.  The house you see is where we met all day....except when I had time with the women when we walked a distance down to a widow’s home which looked pretty much the same ( a mud house).  That’s where the cooking and washing happened...also pictured.  A little tight to say the least with sights and smells to match.

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