All Better!

I have been in the U.S.A. since the week before Thanksgiving.  I have been in recuperation.  I think I am finally over the Malaria and Typhoid.  I ended up doing another round of malaria medicine, just in case and then had to take some antibiotics because of an intestinal infection from all the antibiotics I had taken.  So, 5 rounds of antibiotics and 11 weeks later, I am finally feeling better.  I am still amazed at how God provided during this entire time - He never ceases to amaze me!

I have been having some very important family time - soaking up as much as possible.

I will be returning to Bolivia on December 31, arriving just in time for 2013 Summer Camp Season.  It should be great!

Clausura 2012

Life moves on.

I have been hiding in my "rat cave" all week, trying to let my "body get better" as my mom says.  I finished the antibiotics last night, Friday.  I am planning to go next Friday and get some tests run to see if all the Typhoid is gone.  Dr. Mauricio says I should wait that long for the antibiotics to be out of my system, thus giving me a true reading of things.

I did leave the house to go to the Aquila Christian Academy Clausura 2012  - end of the school year party.  We had several presentations and special songs from the kids.  They were very excited to be ending another year, but I think the teachers were even more excited!!

We will continue during the month of November to have a "Club" for the kids three hours a day.  They will come and play games, practice their handwriting and do more hands-on activities.  This is because of two things:  1)  the parents don't know what to do with their kids for the entire 4 month break 2)  we don't want them to forget everything they have learned.  So, we are compromising between the parents wanting to extend the school year and the teachers and students wanting to end the year - Club it is!!

Roadblocks, protests, detours and broken bones!!

Wow!  What an exciting week we had here in Bolivia!

Last Sunday, a team of doctors, nurses and children’s ministry workers arrived – 30 in all!  They came with the purpose of providing medical and dental care to the people of Bolivia and using that to share the Gospel with them.  Word of Life partnered with us and provided an Evangelism team that went with us to all the ministry sites.  Word of Life also cooked all our meals.  I could not have survived the week without their help!

Here is an overview of the week:

Monday

We went just down the road to the village of Kaluyo and attended in the “Posta”.  There were several hundred people in attendance, we saw about 260 medically and dentally.

The Evangelism team was relentless and made certain that everyone who walked through the gate heard the Gospel.  The community was so excited about our presence that they turned it into a health fair of sorts.  They even sent a representative from the mayor’s office to thank us!

Tuesday

We left at 4:00 A.M. to get up to a mountain village before some announced blockades began.  We were unsuccessful.  At 5:30, we came around a curve in the road at the top of a mountain and there were about 20 protesters that had built fires and littered the road with rocks and boulders.  We explained the situation; that we were trying to help their people, etc. – no go, they would not let us pass.  In fact, while we were standing there, a bus tried to just barge its way through and the people began hitting it with rocks.    This was a great concern for me.  The people here are very docile, but they can become violent in an instant – I was worried about the safety of my team.

We realized that we needed to turn around and go back the way we came to try and find a village to attend in for the day.  This is easier said than done!  We were in a 40 passenger bus, on the side of the mountain with a 3 foot median to turn around on.

Yes, that is as close as it looks and yes, it does drop off about 50 feet.

Needless to say, the Americans became restless and despite the danger from the protesters of having them outside the bus, they eventually all got off and stood to watch the “90-point” turn.

I guess you could say we had our own blockade - no one was going anywhere until this bus was turned around!

We got back down the mountain to realize that there were more blockades below us – we were stuck.

But, God had a plan!  

We went into the village of Punata, found some contacts and they let us set up in their town theatre.  The people were so grateful!  People kept coming, asking for help.  Also, I got to do two radio interviews and 2 television interviews, one of which was with the mayor herself!  They even brought us lunch in appreciation!

Interview with the Mayor (the one in the vest).  I am in the blue scrub top with the Helping Hands logo.

We attended to about 250 patients there.  Of course, our Evangelism team was hard working all day long, making sure everyone heard the Gospel.

  At 5:30 the blockades were lifted and we continued traveling to the town of Copachuncho, a three hour drive through the mountains.  We were all exhausted and hungry when we arrived.

Wednesday

We were able to attend in Copachuncho all day Wednesday.  People came from all over to receive medical and dental care.  Approximately 250 were seen there also.  The Gospel was shared with all.

Thursday

We went to Cochabamba and attended the prisoners in the male and female prisons of San Sebastian.  Our children’s ministry team went to the Casa de Amistad and worked with the prison kids there.  I got the Men’s team situated and then went over to work with the Women.  We had a great time, the prisoners were so thankful and happy to be able to see a doctor.  We stayed until the prison doors were reopened at 2:00 and then left. (sorry, cameras are not allowed inside the prison)

That night the whole American Team and the entire Word of Life Bolivia team went to Bufalos for dinner.  There were 85 of us!  It was a great night of fellowship and food.

Friday

We went to the mountain village of Mojon for our last day of ministry.  We attended at a school.  The principal said that she was so happy to see her students happy; the parents of most of the students neglect their children because they are constantly working to provide enough food for their families.  She said that this was the first time in a long time they had been laughing and playing like children should.  We saw around 200 patients- all hearing the Gospel.

One team member who was helping with check-in fell down some uneven steps.  She cut her arm open (17 outside stitches, 3 inside) and fractured her pelvis (we didn’t know about the fracture until later)!  She was so brave and strong.  She would grit her teeth but not say a word.  We were 3 hours from Cochabamba and an x-ray machine.  The doctors sewed her arm up and treated her for the pain.  Finally, at 8:00 that night we got her to a hospital and confirmed that she had a fracture.  The problem was that they were flying back to the U.S. the next day!  What to do?

Luckily, there were lots of doctors on the team – a fractured pelvis is inoperable, the body has to heal on its own.  So, they decided to fly her back, as comfortable as possible, so she could rest there in her own home.

Saturday

The team went souvenir shopping and then we (myself, the injured team member and a few others) met them for pizza and on to the airport.  At 6:00 their flight left for Santa Cruz.

Conclusion

It was a wonderful week, full of challenges – both physically, mentally and emotionally.  This was the largest team that I have been responsible for.  I was overwhelmed at times but with God’s help and guidance it was a great week where Bolivians heard the Gospel.  As I think back, trying to see how I could improve and do better, I see all the ways that God’s hand was guiding us throughout the week.  I had never thought or considered going to Punata for ministry, but God had.  He knew that His people there needed to hear His Word.  I was also unsure about the openness or effectiveness of attending in the city prisons.  But, once again God had His plan.  The prisoners were so grateful; doors were opened for future work with these people in such need.

Personal Update

I have to admit it was a great struggle this week.  I was stretched and pulled and torn many times.  Just the daunting task of leading such a large group would be enough, but the added factor of still being sick made it a job of mammoth proportions that only God could handle.

We have decided that I have a resistant strain of Typhoid.  This means a very strong, specific medicine.  God provided.  One of the doctors had the medicine I need donated to him before he came on this trip – it was prescribed to a patient but it was not needed  - it is “several hundred dollars” worth of medicine and only enough for one patient!  I am receiving 2 shots a day of this antibiotic in hopes that along with rest I will recover.

Back in USA - beating Typhoid with a stick!

Well, I am back on U.S. soil.  I arrived on Friday, mid-day.  It was a rough trip.

Let me catch some of you up:  On Tuesday I started feeling pretty rough.  Wednesday I was not getting any better so we started a Malaria med.   Thursday, I was supposed to leave at 10:00 AM to make the 4 hour drive to the airport and catch my 11:30 PM flight.  Brenda suggested I go back to the clinic and get another Malaria test and a Typhoid test - just to be careful.  Well, this time the Malaria was negative but the Typhoid was positive!

Q:  How can I get Malaria AND Typhoid in the same month? 

 A:  I am just a LUCKY, LUCKY GIRL!

Well, I couldn't start the med for Typhoid right off because I still had the malaria meds in my system and the combination of the two could cause SUDDEN DEATH.  (The warning was just like that on the website, in red and caps - it got my attention)  I had to wait 12 hours to begin treatment.

In the meantime, I traveled to Kampala - Brenda came with me which was such a blessing.  We ate a snack and they got back on the road to head back to Busia.

I was alone.  Trying to make the most of it but feeling awful.  Mom was calling every few hours checking on me.  I was so relieved to get on that plane and take off for Amsterdam.  That was my goal, thinking "Europe has great medical facilities, I just need to make it there and I will be fine."  God blessed me and gave me two seats to lie down it and sleep the entire 9 hour flight.  I arrived in Amsterdam and was relieved to see that I only had a two hour layover!  Another blessing - usually it is at least 6 hours!

I made the next flight, counting the hours til I landed, got through customs and immigration.  There waiting for me was Mom and Dad.  Another blessing!  Mom's greeting was "Hey, you look so tall."  Not what I was expecting, but ok.

I was still not feeling much  better on Sunday morning so Mom went to church, then came home and she and Lisa took me to the ER.  The nurse made me wear a mask and put me in the isolation,  zero pressure room they use for highly contagious patients.  The doctor laughed because she knew that Typhoid is NOT an airborne disease.  Another blessing! - I got a doctor who was very experienced and knew how to treat Typhoid.  My nurse said they asked him when he walked in what he knew about typhoid - he doesn't know anything and admitted it to me as he was putting in my IV (he did know how to put in an IV though)  Apparently typhoid was one of the more interesting cases yesterday and all the nurses were discussing it.

The doctor gave me an IV of Rosephen.  They said that sometimes Typhoid could be resistant to Cipro.  The doctor also gave me some stronger pain medicine for the headaches - Tylenol and Ibuprofen were not even touching it.   

Today, Monday, I am feeling better, the headache is much more manageable and I feel stronger than I have felt all week.  I have promised my parents to lay low and rest.

Right now, I am still planning to return to Bolivia on Thursday, the 11th - given that I continue to improve.

Thank you for all your prayers, calls and concerns.  I really do appreciate them.

Divide and Conquer

Oweri, my boda boda driver (a bicycle taxi) asked me today, "What did you do yesterday?"

As I began telling him all the places our team had gone, I realized that we had divided and conquered!

Here is  a breakdown of Tuesday's work:

I went to 4 different bush schools to pay the teachers - Namangodi, Muwero, Nakoola and one more

Bill went to Kenya to visit churches that are needing/wanting a church building.  Some meet under mango trees, others have a thatch structure and others had buildings that have fallen down.

Five team members went back to Syonga to finish giving shoes to the children.  Then they went and did hut - to - hut evangelism around the community.

Mike and John went to the Village of Eden and held a John Maxwell Leadership Conference for 120 local pastors.

Brenda stayed at the Mission House and caught up on accounting and administrative work.

We were all over East Uganda!!!  We were spreading the Word and continuing the Word God has called us to do.

Thank you for your prayers and support as we work here.

Catch Up Time

This is a long one but worth it. . .

Thursday, September 27

I rode the 4 hours to the capital city of Kampala again.  We stopped for lunch in Jinja.  I had fried chicken, the first meat I’ve had in several weeks – mostly just beans here.

I had to go on another goose hunt for Brenda.  What happens is she finds an agency that helps with something, finds the address on the internet and sends me to check it out – sound harmless enough.  The problem is that the office has ALWAYS “shifted” (their way of saying “moved”) and the driver doesn’t know Kampala that well.  So, we drive around in circles, asking directions, then more directions with more circles and finally we find the building.  Then I have to go in alone to find the office.  This particular building, the Amber House, is very confusing.  It has several floors and each floor is divided into blocks A – E.  These blocks then have numbered office doors ranging from 100 – 120.  Some of these doors also have their company logo on the door, meant to aid the visitor in finding the correct office.  I think that was the idea a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. . .

I was supposed to go to 1st floor, block C, office 106.  Simple enough.  No.  “They have shifted.  They are on the 4th floor.  Just ask around and someone will know which office.”

I asked 10 different people by just walking into these closed door offices, interrupting meetings and work.  Finally, a man that I found behind a graphics design logo on his door said, “He sits here.” He points to an empty desk with nothing but a tray of jumbled business cards, none of which have the name of the man I am looking for and the company is not the one I am looking for.

I reply, “I know he is in the Amber House, I need his office.”  I have found you have to be VERY SPECIFIC here – He sits here could mean he sits in this exact chair at this exact desk OR it could mean he sits somewhere within this labyrinth of offices in the Amber House.

Come to find out, he sits in that desk but he was out.  I got a phone number and then remembered some other pressing business – a bathroom.  I asked where a toilet was I could use.  The man got a key and then took me to an unmarked door.  “Try this door.”  It didn’t work.   “Try this door.”  Success.

I thanked him and said I would return the key when I finished.  I closed the door and did my business, admiring the clean restroom that had toilet paper, soap and running water – top notch!  Then I went to leave – the door had NO HANDLE, just a lever that didn’t do anything!  I panicked!!! How do I get out?  It was locked.  I had already noticed the door was flush to the floor, can’t pass what was probably the only key in the building under the door.  The halls were empty, everyone is behind their unmarked doors, so I can’t yell for help.  The driver doesn’t speak enough English to convey the panicked thought of “I am locked in the bathroom!”  All this passed through my brain in less than a minute.  Then I forced myself to calm down, take a deep breath and begin trying to rip this small little lever off the door.  I pulled, I pushed, I started to panic – finally I twisted – it opened!  RELIEF.  

I returned the key and walked down the four flights of stairs, my legs a little wobbly . . .

Later we picked up an arriving team at the airport.

Friday, September 28

The team and I returned to Busia, stopping to exchange money, buy supplies, eat lunch and shop for souvenirs.  Pretty uneventful, but I did enjoy the pizza for lunch and the ice cream for dessert – both things that are non-existent in Busia.

Saturday, September 29

We had an activities day for the children in the neighborhood around the mission house.  Most of these children are Muslim which means they would not go to an activity put on by the church.  So we rented the soccer field of a government school – a neutral place.  We promoted a bit right before the event – expecting around 200.  We had at least 350 show up!  We played soccer – that went well.  We tried to play kickball with the girls – not so well – they eventually invented their own game.  We played duck – duck – goose, red rover and something with a ball and a circle of children (their invention also).   Then we got out water balloons – if they caught it without busting it, they got a prize!  They went wild!!  The kids had a great time and I think we have opened the door to future work in the neighborhood.

Sunday, September 30

We went to church at Busia Calvary Baptist.  The team taught Sunday School.  Brenda and I had to return to the mission house to dress a wound on a child.  He had bumped his leg on a table, didn't tell anyone and a week later he has two large holes with pus draining out. . . we are dressing it 3 times a day and have him on two different antibiotics.  He is not very consistent on when he shows up for his dressing changes.  He showed up during Sunday School.

We then returned to church.  Bill Compton preached and then they had a baptism.   I went with Brenda to Nabalola clinic.  A child had been running a very high fever despite having been treated for malaria.  We took her and had her tested for malaria, typhoid, HIV and a few more things.  The only positive test was malaria.  The doctor said that it was a poorly treated case.  They put her on an I.V.  We returned later to give the mother sheets, a blanket and food – the hospital does not provide any of that.  I drove for the first time here, on the left side of the road.  (It is now Tuesday and we think the child will be released today)

Monday, October 1

We went back to Syonga to put shoes on the feet of those kids we measured a week ago.  They were so happy!  It was not an easy process – the shoe order was not correct and some feet had already grown – that is my story and I’m sticking to it!  Finally, after a long hard day of washing feet, putting socks on and finding a pair of shoes that fit, we had shod Nursery, Top Nursery, P1, P2, P4 and P5 – They did P3 on Tuesday.

The team also did foot care – digging out jiggers.  These are sacks of sand flea eggs that get into the children’s feet.  They are painful and have to be dug out slowly.  And, yes, they are as gross as they sound and look.

That night we went to a bush church for an encouraging visit.  The idea is that all the Americans go and encourage the struggling bush church.  I have to say I was probably more encouraged than they were.  These people were so excited to be there – they worshiped the Lord, sang, danced and were just joyful in the Lord!

Tuesday, October 2

I went with Mike and John to help get their leadership conference underway.  Then I went all over Timbuktu with the driver!  I had to go to 4 different bush schools to do payroll.  At times we were driving down a lane with bushes higher than the van on both sides – the branches slapping me in the face as they scratched their way down the side of the van.  I was also sure I was going to have to pay for a duck we had hit with the van – How much is a duck anyway? – but the carcass was not there when we returned so I guess I got out of the way just in time.

I arrived at one school and the pastor was there.  He said he had tried to call and inform me that the cook’s daughter had just died.  “She was only 1 month old and had not been doing well.”  He said she had just died within the hour and they showed me in the corner of the room the burlap bag she had been laying upon when she died.  I was overwhelmed with sadness and helplessness.  Another teacher had just left with the body and to make funeral arrangements.  All I could do was offer my condolences.

That was all before lunch!  I am now at the mission house sitting in front of a fan and resting.

Some pictures from Uganda

Here are some different pictures from the last few days here in Uganda:

Children that live around the Village of Eden

A boy from around the Village of Eden

Two "Bush Women" found at the Village of Eden

"The corn is as tall as I am!!!"

Can you carry a bag of cement on your head?  They loaded 20 bags like this!

Selling peanuts on the shore of Lake Victoria.  I love this photo. . . 

Fishing in Lake Victoria

A Ugandan Wedding 101

We have just hired a social worker here and he is engaged to be married in December.  We asked him to explain the marriage process here in Uganda.  Here goes. . .

A guy finds a woman he wants to marry, he then goes to the sister of the bride - to - be's father, her aunt.  This aunt is given gas and a cash gift discretely.  This is to "motivate" her to present the groom to the bride's parents.  She goes, talks, negotiates and finally the father of the bride concedes to meet the groom.

The groom goes to a formal meeting of the bride's parents and the entire clan/tribe.  The groom is not allowed to speak, he must take a representative (preferably an older man) to speak on his behalf.  The bride's family asks questions about the groom, his rep answers (so you better have a good rep).  There are also envelopes with money handed out strategically and discreetly to members of the family and clansmen.   The meeting ends and the groom returns home.

A few days later, he receives a letter from the brides parents agreeing or disagreeing with the marriage of their "baby girl".  If they agree, the groom returns, now able to speak to them personally and he negotiates a dowry.  In the case of this social worker, they told him to "just come as you are".  He had to take 40 women's dresses, 30 men's gowns (the father is Muslim), a leather couch, rice, sugar, a baby goat, and other odds and ends.  This was the dowry for his wife.

They also have to give a gift of money and gas to the brother of the bride and make him sign a paper stating that he received his gift.

Now, everyone is happy and the two love birds can FINALLY set a date for the wedding.  In this case, it will be in December 2012.  The social worker says he is already 50% married, just waiting on the actual church service for the other 50%.

He said that after doing all that work he will think twice about divorcing her!  He said that only love would motivate someone to go to all that trouble!!

Oh, yeah, the groom has to take the permission letter from the father of the bride and from the brother of the bride to the wedding in case someone tries to protest the marriage on the big day - it happens all the time!!  So, all you future grooms and brides in the U.S.A. that think wedding planning is hard, imagine doing it in Uganda!!

Here is photo from a wedding we attended back in 2009 here in Uganda.  It was at least 100 degrees that day.  The groom had a guy whose only job was to wipe the sweat off the groom's face every few minutes!!

The bride took about 1 hour to walk 50 yards!  Another wedding custom.

Richard Kowalske officiating.  Notice the white people behind him.  That is where we all sat, as guest of honor!

Malaria and Baby Dedications

Hello all,

On Friday, after I posted the previous post, I started feeling pretty bad - I had a headache that would not quit.  In the afternoon, I went to a local clinic for a malaria blood smear test.  They said I had "scantly" malaria.  This we took to mean that it was just starting.  Yes, for those wondering, I have been taking my prophylaxis!!!  They are not 100% effective.  So, I started on the malaria treatment - 3 days of Lumartem.  I took the last dose today.  I rested and pretty much just sat around all day Friday, Saturday and Sunday afternoon. I am feeling much better today, Monday.  I know that there were many people praying for me - thank you.

Sunday, I was going stir crazy - there is NOTHING to do here at the mission house and no where comfortable to sit - just the bed and a plastic lawn chair.  So, I decided I could tag along with Brenda to a baby dedication at a bush church - just not do anything that required much energy - besides helping Brenda drive (avoid pot holes, cows and people - the usual Ugandan dirt road hazards).

We arrived and the people had been waiting on us!  The would not start the service without the guests of honor!!  They had us sit in the front, on the stage in front of everyone, right behind the pulpit!  They did some formal introductions and began talking about the guest speaker, how she was such a blessing, etc.  I was wondering if maybe they were using the wrong pronoun (they do that a lot here).  Then, they turned to Brenda and asked her to come forward to preach.  Brenda looked at me and said, "This is totally unexpected, pray for me."  She did great!  (Her disclaimer was that she "shared" not "preached" - women don't preach).

 Then the chairman of the district preached and began the baby dedication.  He went through the formality of bringing up the father, then the mother.  Then he asked who would give this child to God.  He looked at me and told me to come up!!  I am really caught off guard, wondering what in the world this means.  I was handed the baby and I have to stand there as the pastor addressed the parents.  Then I hand the child to the pastor, he prayed, handed it back to me and I stand there again, wondering what is going on.  Then the pastor motioned to give the baby back to the mom - RELIEF!!

Later, they called Brenda up and they dressed her up in the traditional African dress, saying she was "now an Africa sister".

Finally, they brought us warm soda, peanuts, boiled eggs and sesame balls to eat.  We were expected to eat while the congregation watched us from their benches.  It was a way on honoring us.  I ate.  Then we headed back to the Mission House for a nice, lazy afternoon of naps and thunderstorms.

An African Week In Review

We have been very busy this week here in Uganda.

Monday we had meetings all morning, then went to a bush church in the afternoon and measured the feet of 400 children!!  A church in the U.S. has raised the money to buy all the kids shoes.  We got the sizes – those kids have such DIRTY, FILTHY feet!  And, they have huge, flat feet because they are used to walking barefoot all the time.

Tuesday I went with Edith to order the shoes.  First, we converted the American sizes to European sizes.  Then we realized that the European sizes are not consistent – a 17 is bigger than a 20, two size 21’s are completely different sizes.  Not easy when you are ordering 400 pairs!!! The owner is a Muslim man, he was so excited about the purchase he invited me back to his house.  It is a two room cement structure in a “apartment” complex – really a courtyard with two long cement buildings on either side.  Two of his children were sitting in the floor eating posho.  They were wearing the traditional Muslim head covering.  He said he wanted to show me where he lives so I would know I could trust him!

Wednesday we went to Jinja, a larger town about 2 hours away for some meetings.  I made some purchases and then went on the adventure of finding some more waterfalls to take teams to see.  The previous ones, Bujagali falls have since been dammed up.  After making the driver stop and ask directions (this was a process of him parking, getting out, sitting in silence next to some men for a few minutes, then asking without looking at them – no eye contact – for directions.  They discussed it a while and finally agreed that we would pay 5,000 shillings for a man to ride with us and show us the way.  We went flying and bouncing down a dirt road – dodging chickens, goats, children, bicycles and cows for thirty minutes and finally arrived at Itanda falls.  They were spectacular!

Thursday I went to the Village of Eden to check on the progress out there while Brenda stayed at the Mission House to do some other work.  I walked all over that property in “mudders” (black rubber boots) that were at least 3 sizes too big for me.  We went down to see where the fish pond is being dug, then we went to the garden to check on the corn.  Jacob, the farmer, was all upset because the corn is “stuck” for lack of weeding.  I assured him we would hire more workers and get his corn weeded.  He calmed down.  He is a great worker and takes great pride in his work.  He later took me to his house to show me his coffee plants.  I learned all about coffee and how it grows.

Friday (today) I am at the Mission House working with the newly hired social workers. We are training some new workers to keep up with our orphan sponsorship program.  I set up their office yesterday and sent them out to buy supplies today.    I am writing this at 9:23 a.m. here and most of you are still in bed (it is 2:23 in the morning in Georgia) – Get up!!!

In Uganda, Africa

I have arrived in Uganda.  We are in Busia, a district on the Ugandan/Kenyan border.   I will be here for a month, leaving on October 4th.

The first morning we went to the Village of Eden site to see the construction progress.  The first dormitory has been built and they have begun painting it.  Also, they are building bases for two shipping containers that have been bought for storage.

The property is very beautiful.  There are birds flying around, the trees and other plants are so green.  There are local people everywhere, sitting, walking, standing, staring at the mzungu’s (white people).  The workers are all so happy to be there working because it means they have a steady job.

The corn is growing well, it is about 6 – 8 inches tall right now.  The gardener is going to plant coffee plants in between the corn plants.  The coffee plants will take longer to grow so they will grow as the corn grows and harvests.

The next day I returned to Kampala, a 4 hour drive, to pick up a pastor that had surgery there.  I took him for radiation treatment, ran some errands and finally arrived at a “hotel” late that evening.  On Friday, I took Arafat, a boy that was run over by a motorcycle 18 months ago, to have a fistulagram.  We waited 4 hours and in the end decided not to do the test due to risk of infection.

Saturday we stayed at the Busia mission house because of all the anti-American sentiments across the world.  We are the only Americans in the village, the three of us!  We are the only white faces in the village.  So, we stayed behind the walls of our compound, out of sight and hopefully out of mind from the MANY, MANY  Muslims in the village.

Today, Sunday, we will be listening to a downloaded sermon because we want to stay out of sight again for the day.  Hopefully on Monday we can resume work as usual.

July Overview

July 1 – 9 – Jungle Village of Ushbe

We flew into Ushbe on Monday and were greeted by disfigured faces and pock marked skin.  The entire village had Chicken Pox!!  They were very worried because they did not know what it was or how to treat it.  To make things worse, they had scratched the sores and created terrible infections.  One man was actually at risk of losing his leg from the infection!  We were able to treat them and show them how to bathe better to cut the infection.  We also presented the Bible Stories in their language about 20 times.  They loved it.  I can really see the level of trust increasing between us and them.  They are more open to the Gospel and to hearing about God.

Nasty Leg!!!  His skin just fell off. Eventually, we got it started healing with antibiotics and daily cleanings.

It was pouring rain and cold.  I had on almost all the clothes I had brought!!  You can't see  them, but my feet are wrapped in plastic bags down in my boots.  The puddles were so high the water went down inside my boots and then the boots wouldn't dry!

Mary Kate taking care of a burn.

That's right folks, this is a baby anteater!!

Adam holding a baby covered with Chicken Pox.  We had to bathe him and then treat the sores with Triple Antibiotic Ointment.

A boy and his dog. . . wait, no, pig!!!

July 10 – 15   - Salt Flats of Uyuni

We arrived from the jungle after a 2 day rain delay and left the next to go on a short get-away (I was only in my house for 11 hours!!).  We went to Uyuni to see the largest salt flat in the world.  Exciting right!!  Actually, the volcanoes and beautiful mountains, some 19,000 feet high covered in snow was pretty spectacular.  Also, a lake full flamingos was impressive.

Flamingos flying over the Lago Colorado

Nope, not snow, salt!

Yes, this is one of those famous perspective pictures everyone does.

This seemed otherworldly to me

The lake really is this color - Red!

This one is for my nephews!  Llama, llama red pajama!!

July 16 – 22 – Teaching, Bible Classes, Foundation work

I tried to get back into the normal routine this week, but I had to finish a lot of work for my Bible classes and we are in still trying to become a foundation here in Bolivia.  So, I visited the lawyer 4 times this week!

July 23 – 31 – Belmont and Mountain Creek Team

We have a team of 7 here.  We have been going around doing weight exhibitions.  Tim Moon is a 5 time world champion weight lifter (his record is 705 pounds).  We have gone all over the city doing presentations and Tim talks about how God has made him strong and how to avoid peer-pressure from others.

Lifting at Tiraque orphanage

Obviously, the boys loved the attention and show