Saturday, August 30, 2014

Nairobbery, iPhone Circle, and an Angel Named Gabriel

On Monday (Aug. 25th) we boarded a Rwandair flight from Kigali, Rwanda to Nairobi, Kenya. We would be taking Macy to RVA on that Friday, and came early to shop for some needed clothes and supplies for school and her dorm room. We had a couple of pretty tiring and uneventful traveling/shopping days on Monday and Tuesday. The uneventful part changed in an instant on Wednesday.

It was about 4:15 pm, and we had just left the Sarit Center Mall. We were all pretty tired and ready to get back to the guest house to relax. We were in a 10 passenger van, with me in the front, Stephanie in the row behind me, Macy and Brandon in the next row, and Zach in the back. Keep in mind that in Nairobi they drive on the left side of the road and the drivers seat is on the right side of the vehicle.

Our driver's name was Gabriel. He is a very kind man, likely in his upper 50's or lower 60's. He drove us to and from the Junction Mall the day before. He speaks good English, and helped teach us some basic Swahili greetings and replies. We like Gabriel, and were happy that he was the one that came to pick us up from the Sarit Center.

Being that it was 4:15, the traffic was starting to pick up. We were at a stand still waiting to merge in with traffic on an intersecting road. As we sat there, a man approached the van from the rear passenger (left) side. I didn't see him until he looked into my window. He immediately moved back to the next window, which was where Stephanie was sitting. I quickly turned around and told Steph to put her arm over the bags that were sitting in the seat next to the open window. Luckily Stephanie had seen him coming and already had her arm securely over the bags. The man asked Steph for some money before moving further back to the Macy's open window. Macy knew he was there, but is used to people coming to the vehicles because it happens all the time in Rwanda. Unfortunately, the intentions of some are different than that of others.

It only took about a second. Macy, who was loading a Pez dispenser at the time, didn't even have time to react. All she said was "I think he took something."

"I think he took the Pez dispenser," Zach said.

Macy replied, "I think he may have taken my Phone!"

I said, "What? Did he take your phone or not?"

"I'm not sure," said Macy

Steph jumped in, "Macy, check and see!"

Gabriel was even asking, "Did he take her phone?"

Finally Macy said, "Yes, he took my phone! Do something, dad!"

Yep, Macy's iPhone, which had just been sitting on her lap, was now in the hands of a thief from Nairobi.

Before we could do anything, our driver was already hopping into action. He whipped the van around in the middle of traffic and was headed back up the road toward the thief.

"Which one is he?" he asked.

"That one with the black jacket," we all replied.

The thief was about 50 yards ahead. This part happened very fast as well. I was trying to think of what I should do... should I confront him? Should I jump out and tackle him? As it turns out, I didn't have to do anything.

The thief was walking down the right side of the road, so was on Gabriel's side of the van. As we were driving toward him we passed a couple of armed men in military uniform. I asked Gabriel if we should tell them what had happened, but Gabriel said nothing. We were about 15 yards from the thief, and my adrenaline was pumping full stream. As we approached the thief, I was still thinking about what to do. We came up along side him, then, without warning, Gabriel swerved in front of him, hitting him with the front drivers side of the van. Simultaneously, as the thief was starting to stumble backwards, Gabriel grabbed him by the front of the jacket. The thief started to fall down, the look of shock written all over his face. Gabriel pulled the thief back to his feet and, saying something in Swahili, hit the thief in the face several times. As I watched the events unfold, all I could hear was Stephanie not so calmly telling the kids to look away. The thief quickly pulled the phone from his pocket and threw it back in the van. Gabriel gave the thief a few more blows to the face, saying the word "stupid" every time he hit him. The thief must have still been in shock, because he didn't fight back. He didn't try to protect his face. He didn't really say anything until after Gabriel let him go. The thief walked backward down the sidewalk, calmly saying something in Swahili. About that time, 3 security guards came out of a gate in front of us to check out what was going on. Gabriel calmly turned the van back around and headed back to the intersection where all the madness started. By this time, all the windows in the van, except for mine and Gabriel's, were closed tight.

After the incident, Gabriel said that Nairobi is often called "Nairobbery" because of incidents like this. We were also informed later that the place where this happened is often called "iPhone Circle" because this type of petty theft, particularly of iPhones, happens here so frequently.

We were warned of this very thing by a few different people, including my brother who has spent time in Nairobi. Before we came here the first time, I passed this warning on to the rest of the family. Unfortunately, it sometimes takes an incident like this for the warning to sink in. I'm actually happy that this happened. Steph and I have been worried that Macy might let her guard down and become complacent, not because she's not smart, but because she, like most kids her age, is a "nothing bad will happen" teenager. As it is, this was a very eye opening and scary ordeal for her, which I feel will help her keep her guard up in the future.

In the end, all turned out well. We got Macy's phone back and, more importantly, we weren't hurt in the process. We were sure to let the kids know that things could have ended up very different. What if the thief ran? What if he turned off the road he was on? What if he had a gun...?

So, was this a situation that God put us in to teach Macy and the rest of us a valuable lesson? Was Angel Gabriel sent to protect us and ensure that we got the phone back? We all think without a shadow of doubt that the answer is "yes".

There are a lot of bad people doing bad things to good people in this world that others can look at and say "why would God let that happen?" In Iraq, Afghanistan, Central African Republic, South Sudan, Democratic Republic of Congo, Kenya... even in the United States of America. But, there are a lot of good things as well that demonstrate God's love for us. We will never know how many times God protects us and others in this world without us even being aware of it.

T.D. Jakes put that so perfectly into words when he said "I have always believed that people who thank God only for delivering them from what happened are just scraping the surface of praise. The real praise comes when you start thanking Him for what could have happened but didn't because of His swift grace!"

My prayer today is to give thanks to God for protecting us that day, but I also thank Him for the constant protection He provides to all of us even when we aren't aware of it.

God is good.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Meet Irakiza




 He's a year and a half old and adorable. He's scared of us, probably because we're some of the first white people he's ever seen! He lives with his grandparents and loves toy cars. His name translates to "God Saves" in Kinyarwanda.


Who is he? He's a little boy that has wedged his way into our hearts... without any effort on his part!
We came to know him when we were visiting Esperance's house when our church group, all the way from our hometown of Kerrville, was here! The sector leader asked us if we could help a little boy who's mother and father had abandoned him. After my parents talked and prayed, they came to the conclusion that God was calling them to help baby Irakiza!


At first, we thought that meant we were going to take him into our home to live with us. My parents had meetings with the social workers and found out that the situation was a lot more complicated than that. We had to sign papers for legal guardianship, they had to visit his home, interview his relatives, etc. At that point he was living with his uncle and aunt, along with their 6 kids.


After a long time of waiting, we found out that the grandparents didn't want to give up their little grandson after all. The grandpa even got up at 4 am to walk to Kibogora (the drive from his house to the hospital is two hours, and he walked that!) just to accompany the uncle and make sure he "didn't sell his grandson to the white people."


That day, my parents met Irakiza at the hospital for the first time. They loved him!


Soon after that, we bought his family a cow and they built a shed to keep it in (the last door on the right wall pictured below). A cow provides their family with milk and one day the cow will be old enough to breed providing income for the family. 

Last Friday, we got to visit Irakiza at his home! We brought them a few essentials like food and cooking supplies, clothes, shoes, etc. But, even better than that, we gave Irakiza a couple of balls and a toy car meant for kids his age, which he loved!
You'll probably be hearing more about him in the future. Below are some pictures from our trip.

the cow and the new "shed"
walking back to the car from his house


the white house is where he lives
the grandfather holding Irakiza

Irakiza, "riding" in the back of the truck with us! haha!
the grandmother with Irakiza
















Saturday, August 16, 2014

Serving 3-6

3-6 months. That's what we've been told would be some of the hardest months as missionaries. They say the first 3 months are typically good, as you're excited about all the changes. Living in a new country, a different home, and among new people is fun! Seeing so many things for the first time overloads your senses. You're spending so much time adapting to a different culture, and all the other changes, to think much about missing the life you left behind.

They say that after 6 months you're settled into a routine. By then you'll have more local friends, as they stopped brushing you off as another person they don't want to get close to because they think you'll be gone in a few weeks. You know a little of the local language, so you don't feel so intimidated to go buy groceries or supplies. You feel more confident and comfortable, and barely notice everyone staring at you as you walk by. The day to day life becomes easier as the shock of the way things are done has subsided a bit. By 6 months you're "getting used" to your new life.

This 3-6 months, though, is one that many missionary families we've met would rather forget. They say that it's during this period that most the newness has worn off. You start to feel overwhelmed because you feel like you have too much to do and not enough time and/or money to do it. You feel like you're failing because you aren't doing enough. You start to come to the reality that you aren't going to reach your ambitious expectations of changing the world. Most of all, you start missing everything that you gave up to start this new life. You miss your family. You miss your friends. You miss the material possessions you sold to help fund your trip. You miss food, drinks, electronics, restaurants, driving, watching TV, going to an English-speaking church, working out at a gym, riding a bike... The list goes on and on.

So, here we are, sitting at 3 months, 3 weeks, and 3 days, and feeling the effects of the 3 month missionary slump. I'm in no way saying I wish we didn't come... I'm still very happy to be here (as we all are). I'm just saying it would be awesome if we could see our family & friends. I'm saying it would be great if there was an Acapulco Mexican Restaurant down the road. I'm saying that I miss many of the things we took for granted while living in the states.

So, I decided to make a list. This list was created by all members of the family, and it highlights some of the things we miss most. We will use this list as a base while praying for strength to overcome our homesickness, and we invite you to do the same!
  • Family
  • Friends
  • Our church
  • Talking to family anytime we want
  • Driving where we want when we want
  • Having family movie night at Rio 10
  • Going out for dinner
  • Privacy
  • Carpet
  • Our beds
  • Our vehicles
  • T.V.
  • TLC House Hunters International
  • PS3
  • Netflix
  • Starbucks
  • Taco Casa
  • Acapulco
  • Mamacita's
  • Twix
  • Cheez-Its
  • Unlimited Cellphone Data
  • Ice Cream
Please don't take this post the wrong way. We are all doing great, and the good times far outweigh the bad (A "good times" blog post will be forthcoming!) Homesickness has just been popping up here and there lately, so, in a therapeutic way, it just seems like a good time to talk and write about it.

At the end of the day, we know that God has led us this far, and we know that He will carry us through any and all of the hard times that are sure to pop up. We will continue to rely on Him for strength. We will continue to seek Him during the storms. We will continue to praise Him everyday for all that He's done in our lives.

The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. - Psalms 18:2

Thank you all for your prayers! Thank you for you're random comments on here, Facebook, and/or email. You'll never know how much it means to us! Please keep them coming... a well timed prayer and/or comment may come at just the right time during this "3 month missionary slump!"

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