Weeks 7/8: 2016 in Review

2016 is a year that many, I am sure, will be happy to leave behind. World events this year showed that we are indeed in turbulent times. There were times when I was tempted to despair. Even now, when a beautiful, sparkling young woman from my home church suddenly passed away, despair seems like the only rational option. 

But when I look back on my year, I am optimistic about the world. I have hope. I see God working in my life and in the lives of others. I see God's kingdom coming. I see people working faithfully for the kind of world they want to live in.

This year I finished my Master's degree. I spent the first part of the year completing my final project, which was on agritourism as a rural development strategy in Nova Scotia. My studies gave me hope that there are still some who care about rural areas, who care about the land, and who are working for its benefit. Amidst school closures, poor infrastructure and other barriers, there are those working for the good of the small and remote places in my beloved provinces. And this gives me great hope.

This year I spent a lot of time with the students of YWAM Truro's Discipleship Training School. This gave me hope, to see young people faithfully serving Jesus and following him to, as the DTS was aptly named, the ends of the Earth. I loved joining these ones for their weekly community night and volunteering with the refugee sponsorship initiative.


This year I continued working with a group of people in the Truro area to bring a Syrian refugee family there. I learned a lot that I would have never known without being part of this project. I got to meet a lot of people who are also welcoming newcomers, and I got to attend my first Eid celebration. I have hope for my country of Canada, as I feel like I am learning what is essentially Canadian: the joyful welcoming of the newcomer

I took a trip with my sister to Scotland and England this year. This is a trip we had been saving up for since I had my first job in high school! And there are moments from that trip, like bicycling on the moors in the Peak District, going to a Pentecost service at Christchurch Cathedral in Oxford, or watching Les Miserables in the West End of London, that I will treasure forever. Not to mention all the memories I made with Mary, who is the best traveling companion. This trip gave me hope, especially the visit to Christchurch Cathedral. You know we really experienced the Holy Spirit there that day. It made me think of the different churches I have been to all over the world: from the little white chapel at Malagash to a country church in Mozambique. God is global, and not restricted by service styles or buildings or languages.

This picture is an accurate depiction of my general feeling on that trip to the UK!

I saw some good friends get married this year. Weddings are always an occasion for hope. Because what faith these ones have, to plunge into lifelong commitment to another, all because of this faith they have that love can withstand all that life may throw their way.

I got really into The Bachelor and The Bachelorette for the first time ever. This was probably one of the things this year that robbed me of hope actually.

I got to hang out with some awesome teenagers as part of the youth group at my church. This gives me hope for the future. I am thankful for young people who do not just go to church because they have to, but go because they want to. These kids are not afraid of thinking of deep questions, and addressing tensions of their faith. They are not afraid of welcoming many people into their community. The youth are not only the church of the future, but they are really the church of today.

I am officially THE WORST at selfies

I spent a lot of time at camp this summer. The ways this gave me hope are countless. I got to see kids who never knew Jesus get to know him. I got to see staff work well together, displaying what a healthy Christian community is. I got to see volunteers develop leadership skills. If you ever lack hope, visit a Bible camp. There you will find hope and faith and love, in spades.

My favourite photo of the year

I got to preach at my church this year. This gives me hope for the church. The power of the patriarchy is no match for the power of the Gospel :)

I read a bunch of good books this year, many of which gave me hope. I think the best book I read this year was Alistair MacLeod's No Great Mischief. "All of us are better when we're loved." Also I read all of the Harry Potter books for the first time.

I played a lot of Monopoly, frisbee and tennis with a now-nine-year old boy. Of course this gave me a lot of hope, as spending time with children tends to do.

I was a part of organizing Colchester Local Food Week, the first event of its kind in good old Truro. That was so good! I have a hope for a community where people have access to nutritious food, and where people at all stages of the food system make a decent living.


More life highlights:
Camping at Fundy National Park.
The new library in Truro opened.
Lots of hikes, bike rides, rock climbing, and even snowshoeing.
Trivia nights at the Nook and Cranny.
I made my own kombucha

Finally, I am now in Kenya, where I get to do meaningful work as part of a great team. I am writing this on my phone now actually, in a cafe in Diani Beach, where I am spending the Christmas holiday. When I began the year I could have never predicted that I would finish it lounging on the shores of the Indian Ocean. But I have hope, because God does have a plan. I am certain that I am meant to be in Kenya at this time. I am certain that he has a plan for the people with whom I work here, people who live and die in the shadow of Mount Kenya. God is good, and his mercies endure forever. 

Hakuna mungu kama wewe

A few years ago, I think in 2011 or 2012, I was at an InterVarsity retreat. It was a while ago, so I do not remember which retreat or where it was but I remember hearing the song "Hakuna mungu kama wewe." We sang this in worship sessions. It is a Swahili song, and the title translates to "There's no God like you."I remember being in that worship time and having this deep desire to one day sing that song in Africa. Of course, at the time I had never been to Africa and had no plans to go.

But of course in 2013 I spent three months in Mozambique. In fact at that time I did hear that song when visiting a little country church one Sunday: but it was in the Makua language so sadly I could not sing along. But it brought me great joy at that time.
Now, I learned a lot when I was in Mozambique, but one of the things I learned, or thought I learned, was that working overseas, at least in the linguistics context, was not for me. This was neither a disappointing nor relieving conclusion for me. I just thought maybe I was meant to stay in the Maritimes. And that was alright with me.

But not even a year from when I arrived back from Mozambique, I went to Cameroon. I still can't believe how that happened. But without trying particularly hard, I landed back in sub-Saharan Africa. There in Cameroon, I saw national Bible translators and literacy workers do amazing things, and in my mind it was cemented: they don't need me here. It is most effective to stay at home.

So I threw myself into helping my home province of Nova Scotia. I studied Local Economic Development with the goal of somehow contributing towards the sustainable development of rural areas in Nova Scotia.

OK all this to say, I somehow ended up in Kenya today. I somehow ended up in the yard outside of our office, with my amazing Kenyan, Canadian, and Indian coworkers, singing "Hakuna mungu kama wewe" with 20 street youths from Nanyuki. And somehow I feel like this is it. Like years ago when I had that desire to be singing that song in Africa, like that was prophetic insight to this moment. Because there truly is no God like our God. Before we sang that song, a pastor was speaking to these youths. He was telling them they are fearfully and wonderfully made. He was telling them that God loves them. And you must know, these ones, they are among the most vulnerable and the most marginalized. They are some of the poorest people I have ever known. But to worship with them: that is heaven. That is what Jesus is talking about when he says "The Kingdom of God is at hand." This is the desire that God placed in my heart, some years ago. I cannot really express how beautiful and meaningful that moment was for me. Because though I cannot understand it, God somehow knew I would be here. He somehow wanted to give me this gift to see His Kingdom coming in this little corner of the world. And there are still so many problems. Hearing the stories from some of these youths, I again feel helpless. But at the same time I feel hopeful, because of our God. There is no-one like our God.

Week 6: Advent

It's beginning to look a lot like... Jamhuri Day.
As I scroll through social media feeds, I see photos of Nova Scotia, Ottawa, and other places in Canada experiencing a lot of snow. I see photos of Christmas parties and Christmas trees and other things that seem very far removed from where I am now. All the trappings of Christmas are missing from life here in Nanyuki, and at the moment I am not missing it at all. The commercialism of Christmas in North America makes me really uncomfortable. Here, in the absence of festive distractions, I feel like I can better reflect on what Christmas means.
It means that God cares.
God cares for you.
God cares for the world he made. He did not forget it. He did not forget the precious ones he made. He cares about everyone. We see the people Jesus cared for as he walked this earth: He cared for the ones who were outside of society, like the poor and the lepers and the prostitutes. He cared for women. He cared for partygoers and rich and powerful folk, too. He cared for children. He cared for those easily confused disciples.
This is what Christmas means: it means that God did not forget us.
As I reflect on this past year, I am astonished at a theme running through the year for me. The theme of my life this year has been: I am learning how much God loves me. Which seems obvious. That's the first thing they teach you in church: Jesus loves you. But to really truly deeply know that is another thing. I still think I don't really know much God loves me. I think the theme of my life will also be learning how much God loves me. Because he loves me so much, and I am always discovering in new ways how true that is.

As I am learning more about God's love, I feel really desperate for everyone else to know, too, how much God loves them. And that's Christmas. God cares for you. God wants you. God has not forgotten you. God knows you. I have developed an obsession with Mister Rogers this year, and there is this song he sings called "It's You I Like." You should look it up. I think that song could just be God singing to us. So friend, I want you to know. God loves you. That's not just a platitude. That's truth.

Looking back on my year, and thinking about Christmas coming up, I think we have such a cool opportunity at Christmas to show others how much God cares. In fact I have a few ideas of how you can use your money to show God's love to others.

This Christmas, you could show someone how much God cares by donating to help a refugee family come to Canada. More and more, I am realizing that hospitality is such a huge way to show love. Showing hospitality to strangers is really at the center of our Gospel. For we were still sinners, and Christ died for us. I am learning that hospitality is more than just welcoming someone into our home. It is welcoming someone into our life.

This Christmas, you could show a child God cares by donating to a summer camp. This summer, I got to spend some time at both Kingswood Camp and Malagash Bible Camp. Anyone who has worked at camp can tell you that the campers who come are often really desperate for love and acceptance. Camp is a place where they experience God's love.

This Christmas, you could show a family God has not forgotten about them by donating through the Chalice gift catalogue (or even sponsoring a child!). Here in Kenya, I have seen firsthand the impact of the work of Chalice in the lives of people experiencing poverty. While the financial help families receive is important, I think the most important thing for these families is knowing that someone, somewhere, cares about them. The other day we visited one of my absolute favourite people here in Kenya, a woman named Susan who runs a home for orphans and street children just outside of town. She gushed with praise for our office: "Whenever I go to that office, I come away smiling and feeling good. They listen. Other people don't listen." That is the real value of Chalice's programs. Yes, the economic development and the nutrition programs and child sponsorship and so on are vital. But I think what really counts is that people know they are cared for. They know they have someone to come to with their problems. They do not feel alone. They feel hope.

So anyway, enough preaching. Here are some photos of my past week here.

Microfinance group meeting

Nutrition training-- people were so engaged! They were answering questions from the facilitators, asking questions, and taking notes. I think they learned a lot.

On the weekend I attended a wedding of a couple I had never met (a friend had invited me to come the day of-- I was sort of obviously out of place!)

Some wedding traditions were different than at home, but some, like the throwing of the bouquet, were just the same

On Sunday a few of us went for a long walk. It was so great to be in nature, a little farther away from town. I am officially in love with Kenya.

Week 5: Exhausted

I know the tone of most of my posts has been pretty joyful so far, and as they should be: this has been a really joyful experience so far. I love the work I do and the people at the office. I love that we get to be part of lifting people out of poverty. I love meeting people whose lives have been changed through child sponsorship, microfinance, and agricultural programs. I feel like I can see God working daily. And that's beautiful. I also love the town I live in. It is small enough that I often run into people I know on the streets, but big enough that most people are used to foreigners being around, and brewed coffee and western food is available for when I really need it. I love that I can see Mount Kenya from just outside my house. I love waking up on Sunday morning and hearing singing from the nearest church. I love the warm climate and the fresh mangoes. I love the adventures I have daily in my life and work.

That was a long introduction to say what I really want to say, which is: sometimes I don't love it. Obviously my social media posts and so on are generally positive in tone. But for every amazing experience I have, I have a hundred mundane or embarrassing or lonely or disappointing or difficult or uncomfortable or scary or overwhelming experiences. Living in new cultural context, away from one's support system and frames of reference, is not easy. It seems obvious to say that, but sometimes I need to remind myself of that. It is not supposed to be easy.

It is supposed to be like this. It is supposed to be incredibly difficult and yet incredibly rewarding. There are supposed to be tears, but not without a lot of laughter. It is OK to miss home. It is OK to not understand a lot of things. It's OK to feel lost. It is supposed to be exhausting.

And this week has been exhausting. On Sunday I was exhausted from the long church service with dubious theology. On Monday I was exhausted from getting caught up in a presidential rally, birthday celebrations, and necessarily late-night Skype sessions. On Tuesday, I was not so exhausted, but I did do a lot of walking, so physically I was tired. On Wednesday, I was especially exhausted from waking up at 2:30am to catch a matatu to Nairobi, navigating the city, getting vaccinated, meeting people, experiencing the legendary traffic jams, and finally making it back home at 11:30pm. On Thursday I was exhausted from Wednesday, and I also became exhausted after hearing the life stories of a few people here.

Since I was already exhausted, it was pretty emotionally taxing to hear those stories about orphaned children with nowhere to go, sick children with no money for treatment, or children who had been sexually assaulted. And I don't mean to complain. My emotional stress from hearing this is nowhere close to the trauma that these children are experiencing. But there is a feeling or powerlessness and helplessness that comes when hearing these stories. I try to think of solutions to problems, but solutions don't come so easily. And I know I am not big enough to solve all of them. I am exhausted knowing that I cannot solve the injustice of this world. All I can do is pray. For though I am powerless, God has power. I need to trust that. I need to trust that he will intervene to somehow make these people's lives better. I believe God is a compassionate God, and he is not causing suffering. I believe he will stop suffering.

Even though life here is exhausting, I would not give it up for anything. Of course there are days when I wish I could just watch Netflix or drive my car or go to church without worrying about blowing out my eardrums. But I think of those lines of Brave New World and they are how I feel: "But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I want sin." I would rather be exhausted from encountering injustice in the world than be insulated from that injustice. I would rather face the challenges of cross-cultural communication than only have relationships with those from my same culture. It's worth it. It's worth it because I can continue to learn how to see the world for what it really is. It's worth it because I am with the people who Jesus loves. It's worth it because through this, Jesus is showing me how much he loves me.

Thankful for birthday celebrations!

I am learning to embrace the life of the chameleon: adapting to whatever circumstances I may be in

A little glimpse of that infamous Nairobi traffic

Week 4: Confused

This past week was a strange week.
One of our colleagues at the office started his vacation this week, and my host mother also was also away. So ordinary routines were changed a little. For example, the colleague who went on vacation also happened to be the one who usually had the keys to the office and would unlock it in the morning. Come Monday morning, we arrived at the office to find that two of our coworkers each thought the other one had the key-- oops! After some clever maneuvering we did manage to break into the office, where we found the keys on the desk.

That was what began our week and seemed to be a feature of the whole time. In our office we began to refer to it as the "confused" week. It began confused and continued in the same way for some time. For example, one day we went for home visits only to find that every single person we tried to visit was not even home.

I have only been here a few weeks, but in those few weeks a rough routine was set up, and this week deviated from the routine quite a bit. For example, this weekend, a couple of our bosses from Canada visited. This was actually a super joyful time, but was so different from an ordinary weekend here.

Visitors from Canada at the equator!

We took the visitors to the resource farm. Did I mention this place is basically paradise?

The view of the brooding Mount Kenya from the farm

This Sunday, we ended up going to a certain church service we had been invited to and without going into many details, I really did not enjoy it. I have been to a few churches here so far and over and over I am hearing a a "prosperity gospel" being preached: follow Jesus and you will always have success in life! You will win at everything you do! Ask in the name of Jesus and you will have everything you want! etc etc. Meanwhile I work every day with people, many of whom are followers of Jesus, who struggle daily to survive. So in a way I can see why this prosperity gospel thing is so popular. When the life you know is full of challenges, someone offering a quick solution to those challenges can  be so tempting. But I also see why it is so wrong. The people who get taken in by this are really the most poor, and I think it's a really damaging thing to tell someone who's poor "Just believe and you will be rich!" Because of course that's not true.

I was so livid at the teaching at church. When I was a child I had such a fierce temper. That rarely shows itself nowadays but yesterday I came pretty close. The pastor used John 14:12, where Jesus says "whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these", to justify pastors having private jets and mansions and all that. I always knew leaders like this existed but never experienced one for myself. 

I am not saying all churches in Kenya preach this false gospel. It's just that for some reason, these are the ones I have visited. And even in those churches, I am sure there are people just trying to follow Jesus. But to me it just seems like such a selfish faith: Why follow Jesus just for what he can do for you? He already did so much. Just knowing him is enough. 

But, I am convicted because even after judging these pastors and these churches for their selfish faith, my faith is not exactly selfless either. I have come from a place of such wealth. Materially, I am rich. So I cannot say honestly say that is wrong to be rich. Would I give it up to follow Jesus? I sure hope so, but I never have. Anyway, I am feeling a lot of tension in this way as I struggle to find a church community here.

But anyway. Enough angst about church. In fact many good things have happened. For example, we got a kitten! We have a bit of a rodent problem here, but I am not sure when this little guy will be big enough to fight off rats. By the way, get ready for me to become one of those people who is always posting cat pictures (I am looking at you, Gabby and Tucker).

   

Also today (Monday), the Kenyan president, Uhuru Kenyatta, came to town. This was a very exciting time but scary for me because the crowd was just very lively. There were times when I was afraid I would be trampled/mugged/groped. It made me understand the story of Zacchaeus in the Bible, though, as there were even people climbing trees to get a better view of the president. I can't imagine if Uhuru stopped his entire motorcade and went to talk to one of those people in the trees. It would be madness. It just makes me think of Jesus' MAD love.

And I think that is where I will leave it for this week. A faith that is based on anything else besides Jesus' mad, sacrificial, supernatural, unconditional, unending love for us is wrong. Jesus' love for us does not manifest itself in always having success in life or in getting all the things we want. It manifests itself on the cross and in His daily presence with us. For Zacchaeus, following Jesus actually meant losing many of his riches! But he gained something much better. Jesus came to his house.

Week 3: eRoots

I am now into my fourth week in Nanyuki and just want to share some highlights of this past week. Last week, we did a lot of eRoots activites. eRoots is a program to offer extension and training on sustainable food production for the people who are in Chalice's programs. Although my job is concentrated mainly in the microfinance area, there is quite a bit of overlap between these two programs. Moreover, there is a real spirit of camaraderie and teamwork in our office so when a job needs to be done we all help. And lately there have been many eRoots activities, so we have all helped with these.

This first photo is of a compost demonstration for one of the microfinance groups. In this rural area, many of the people have small plots of land that they work. Learning about compost will help make their land more productive- the goal is to increase food security for these folks. This is just one reason why I am so impressed by the Chalice child sponsorship program. It is helping build capacity in these communities.

Here is another example of an eRoots activity. This greenhouse is full of bean plants. Last week we built that structure in front as an entrance to the greenhouse.

I love this photo below because it is such a good example of teamwork. All day Thursday and Friday last week we were vaccinating chickens: going from homestead to homestead in the countryside to do this task. Many of these families bought these chickens through funds from the child sponsorship program or through microfinance loans. The chickens are now providing these families with some extra income and some food security. Actually, when I was in Guatemala way back in 2011, I was doing a bit of microfinance work and even then we were vaccinating chickens. Honestly I did not expect to be doing it again. I kept on thinking of that scene is Napoleon Dynamite when he asks "Do the chickens have large talons?" In this case, the answer was a definite YES as demonstrated by the scratches on my hands and clothing.

Also we planted apple trees and this made me very happy.

Here is a photo of the process of making my Kenyan comfort food: chapati. I am learning how to make them but somehow I cannot do it as well as Margaret. You know in some ways every day I feel like a small child. These things that come naturally to Kenyan women, like preparing chai the Kenyan way, making chapatis, or hand washing clothes, are new to me. So like a child, I am depending on others to teach me. I think this is ultimately a really good thing. As Canadians, we really value our independence. But living in a new setting, I have to give up a lot of my independence. Spiritually, this is so good. Jean Vanier speaks of us all essentially being just a small child in our mother's arms. Independence is only an illusion, because we are ultimately dependent on Jesus and on each other.

This photo is just one of the roads I have travelled. I am thankful for this beautiful country, and for the rain that comes to make these things grow.

  

And this weekend, I decided at the last minute to take a safari at a nearby park. When we saw the elephants I was so excited I nearly fainted. One highlight from this excursion was visiting chimps at a sanctuary that Jane Goodall started. Chimpanzees are the animal most similar to humans and this was so evident in the way they acted. Another highlight was seeing the rhinos. There is a certain species of rhino, the Northern White Rhino, who are going extinct. There are only three left in the world and they all live at this park. It is at times like this when the difference between what the world is and what it is meant to be is so obvious.

Finally, here is a photo of my host sister helping to prepare some fish. As part of the eRoots program, there is a demonstration fish pond at the resource farm, and it is filled with tilapia. Yesterday we had a real "farm to table" day: we caught the fish, cleaned the fish, cooked the fish and ate them all in one day. Of course we only ate four of the over 60 that we caught. The rest will be sold at market.

                          

Week 2: Perspective

It is now the end of my second week in Kenya. This is not why people will remember this week. People will remember this week because it was the week when the American people made such a bizarre choice for leader that the world was left scratching its head, wondering how this could happen.

When the election results were coming in, it was already Wednesday here. Like many people, I had been closely following the U.S. election. But as the results were coming in, I had other things to do. Along with my coworkers, I was trekking around rural Kenya making home visits and doing interviews. I was visiting the beneficiaries of Chalice's child sponsorship program, which here also comes with membership in a microfinance self-help group.
With Mount Kenya as a backdrop and the clucking of chickens as a background noise, we were welcomed into these homes.
Of course, the election was on my mind that day. But visiting these humble homes gave me perspective. The people we visited were not talking about the election: they were talking about saving more money than they had before. They were talking about their HIV-positive granddaughter's dream to be an architect. They were talking about waiting for more rain to come so their crops could be plentiful.

Literal fieldwork :). We brought the desk outside while interviewing this day.

It brought my mind to a thought I had the other week, when I was flying over New York City on my way to Kenya. I had picked up a copy of Vanity Fair at the airport and was reading it on the flight. There was an article about the "new establishment": those rich, fashionable people who hold power and influence in the world. Looking down at the many buildings, among them the one named for the U.S. president elect, I thought of all the power that is in that city: Wall Street, Madison Avenue, even the United Nations. Many of the members of this so-called "new establishment" are based in this city. As I looked down, I wondered: "How many of these people think about the people of Nanyuki, Kenya, or anywhere else, for that matter?" And I got this overwhelming sense of peace and joy and love-- I'd venture to say this was the Holy Spirit-- and I knew then: Jesus is with the people of Nanyuki. I knew then I was going where Jesus is. You know, there is such a temptation for power, to go where the power is. I think in a way we all feel like we deserve to be right there among the new establishment, in these positions of power in the world. But that's not where Jesus is.

OK one more election thought- I think the U.S. people elected their president out of fear and distrust. People are afraid of losing their jobs, and being attacked by a foreign enemy. Most importantly, they are afraid of losing our way of life. People have started not to trust the government or the media. Now that the results have come in, there are people on the other side of the issues who are protesting, and who are afraid of this presidency for almost the same reasons: they, too, are afraid of losing their way of life. But this is all just the same. Fear and distrust get us nowhere. Fear leaves us paralyzed and breeds distrust. We are not called to be ruled by fear, but by love. At this time, when, at least for my generation, the world seems all topsy-turvy, we can choose to not let fear rule us.

As anyone who has lived cross-culturally can attest, life in a new environment invites us to daily set aside our fear and radically trust God and others. For example, yesterday I was at the market with my Canadian coworker and a few new Kenyan friends. We Canadians would have been totally hopeless if our friends had not been there to advise us. They knew which vendors were good and which were trying to cheat us. They told us the going price for items so we would not be taken advantage of. I am using this as an example-- we need to trust on our friends to help us survive life here. And somehow I think this is true wherever we are. We just need to trust one another. When we don't, the world is a very dark place indeed.

What you can see just outside our house in the morning- Mount Kenya

PS THIS HAPPENED

Week 1: Nova Scotia to Nanyuki

In just over a week, I have travelled from Nova Scotia to Nairobi to Nanyuki. It has been quite the transition.

Let me tell you about Nanyuki, the place where I will be for the next few months. Nanyuki is near the base of Mount Kenya, second only to Kilimanjaro as the highest mountain in Africa. In terms of population, it is comparable to my hometown of Truro. This is a traditionally Kikuyu area, so many of the people with whom I interact in the microfinance groups are Kikuyu. Though there is at least one person in each group who speaks English, there is a language barrier between me and people who only speak the Swahili or Kikuyu tongues. I think this will be one of the biggest challenges in my work here. So I am trying to pick up some phrases in these languages. Thankfully I have an 11-year old tutor who is willing to help! This girl is part of the family with whom we stay in Nanyuki. I think God is so good: I am missing my young neighbours, but am blessed with relationships with children even here!

I guess I had better talk about the kinds of things I am doing here. My title is Microfinance and Business Development Coordinator, and I work with Chalice and Crown the Child Africa. Chalice is a Catholic charity that facilitates child sponsorships. Crown the Child Africa disseminates these sponsorship funds, and works directly with families in African communities like the ones around Nanyuki. This is not simply a relief charity, but works actively in development. The parents or guardians of sponsored children are engaged in this work. They are all part of groups in their community and are learning to save money each month and lending to others in the group to help cover unexpected expenses or start or expand businesses. My job is to work with these groups. I will be doing a study to determine the impact of microfinance and the direct family funding program (this is the model of child sponsorship that Chalice uses) in these communities. This will help Chalice and their donors understand where their money is going and how it is contributing to development, and could result in changes in the program to make it more conducive to development. Thanks to my wonderful experience in Cameroon with OneBook a couple of years ago, I am well aware of the importance of impact assessment.

As well, I am hoping to help some of the people in the groups who want to start or have started small businesses by helping them form business plans or helping them to think of some ways to add value to products they are selling.

I have to admit: the first few days I was here I was really missing home. But God is good, and there is a lot I can thank Him for. On Thursday we were able to visit a farm operated by the priests who oversee the office where I work. We use this farm to demonstrate good growing practices. On the day that we went, we were teaching how to plant some indigenous trees. Together, we all planted trees. Later, some of us went to the greenhouse and picked tomatoes.
God is good because in a land where everything is so different, doing agricultural work feels like home. I am continuing to thank God as each day is filled with new experiences and new challenges.

Adding manure to the topsoil for planting trees as Father Raju looks on

Planting trees was a community exercise!

Here the ladies from the Mureru microfinance group give me the lowdown on how they keep the books. Also, notice the tomatoes in the foreground- these are some that we had picked the day before.

~Sunflowers~

Just a quick note to acknowledge my aunt Edie passed away yesterday. She loved flowers and was fond of sunflowers, so thought I would include this photo of sunflowers in her memory. Come spring, I will be sure to plant sunflowers in memory of dear Edie. Maybe you will do the same?

Edie was the very embodiment of 1 Peter 3:4: "You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious to God."

She was blessed to be part of the Bruderhof community with her family. They supported her in her last days as she suffered with dementia, and rejoiced with her as her suffering ceased.


Peace,
Hannah

Kenya believe it?

In just two short days I will be on my way to Kenya where I will be working with an amazing organization called Chalice on their eRoots project. In the words of Chalice's website,
Working with small Community Development Groups (CDGs), the eRoots Programme provides resources, education, training and formation so they can grow their own food and develop sustainable agri-businesses. eRoots provides the structure, oversight and accountability required to ensure farmers move toward independence.

I am so excited to be part of empowering people in rural Kenya! I even get to do a lot of work involving research and statistics, which makes my analytic heart sing. Now, here are some answers to questions you may have:

But Hannah, didn't you want to work in Nova Scotia?
Yes, I did. I had been looking for jobs since the late spring after completing my Master's degree but did not settle on anything. This time of transition allowed me to do things like work at camp, continue supporting the refugee sponsorship project, and plan and participate in Colchester Local Food Week. It also allowed me to think a little bit more about the future and my long-term goals. I am really interested in furthering my academic career and I decided to start working towards a September 2017 start date for that. I have to say that working overseas was not really on my radar at this time. Every single position I applied for was within the province- except for this internship in Kenya, which I applied for on a whim. Before I knew it, I was accepted and, here I am, getting ready to go. The short-term nature of it lets me continue thinking about what to do next! I also suspect that God may have some plan for my life involving Africa- after all, I keep on ending up there. I still love Nova Scotia though and want to continue to work and research for the betterment of this rocky coast.

How long will you be gone for?
I will be spending four months in Kenya.

So you'll miss Christmas?
Sadly, yes.

Will you blog when you are gone?
Of course! I will be blogging here, and check out http://www.acic-caci.org/blog/category/internships for a couple of featured posts by me.

Who is going to take over the refugee sponsorship project while you are gone?
My neighbour, Kenley, who is a administration superstar and hardworking member of TAC Welcomes Refugee Families will be taking over my responsibilities while I am away. One of the things I took into account when making my decision whether to go to Kenya was the refugee sponsorship project. As I was deciding, though, we heard from the family we want to sponsor: they are expecting another child! This of course increases the amount of fundraising we have to do, and delays the arrival date for the family. I am so incredibly grateful that we have a team of people committed to radical hospitality who are working on this family's behalf. God has given me a lot of peace and I know I am leaving this project in very capable hands (God's hands!).

I have always loved this drawing by my friend Mark, and it expresses my life now pretty well. Used without permission ;)

Camp 2016

I have written and rewritten this blog post as I try to make sense of my summer this year.
Summer at camp is always intense. It is a whirlwind of sweat, coffee, tears, the bridge of "Oceans" and costumes for every conceivable occasion. I was not planning on spending the summer at camp. It was not part of my plan. But, I suppose it was part of God's plan. I don't think God needed me to be at camp. He doesn't really need any of us I think God just loves me and wanted me to be at camp. God loves me so much that He wanted to let me in on some of the really amazing stuff He is doing.

I had reasonable dreams for the summer. My plan was to travel and then begin my career. I travelled, and that was lovely, but the whole career thing was not working. Every opportunity I had fell through in some way. I made the decision to continue the job search while working and volunteering at Malagash Bible Camp and Kingswood Camp. Now, at the end of the camp season, I know the truth: I had small dreams for my summer, but God had BIG dreams.

God's dreams for my summer included getting to share the gospel (aka good news) with about 70 young children, some of whom made the decision to follow Jesus during their week at camp. God's dreams included getting to know some rad volunteers and staff in the kitchen at Malagash and seeing these folks work with joy and develop servant's hearts. God's dreams included late-night chats with old and new friends and tipping canoes on the lake. God's dreams for my summer included hammock lazing and hands-and-knees scrubbing. It included giving campers their first Bible and being a trusted ear for children to ask questions about Jesus. It included crying, wondering if I had the strength any more, and praying for God to give me more strength and joy.

When we have small dreams, God has big dreams.

One small example of this is when Candice and I were program directors at Malagash one week. We had been planning for weeks to do an Elijah fire: basically a Bible-themed skit culminating in a massive bonfire. When the week we were directing came around, there was the biggest burn ban in Nova Scotia I have ever seen. Due to forest fires, all bonfires were banned. Even travel in the woods was banned. A couple days before we had scheduled the Elijah fire, we recognized that we would have to find a new plan. We were so disappointed that we could not do the Elijah fire as we had so been looking forward to it! But we threw together the idea of a night chapel: a time when the campers could reflect on the week and a space to allow for questions and prayer. The campers that week were some of the most fun, hilarious and goofiest people I've met. We loved them! But would they respond to this time of quiet, of asking God to come? Would it be too serious for them? When Candice announced to the campers that this was the next thing on the schedule, the first question she received was "How long will it be?" We braced ourselves for an awkward hour.

But remarkably, or perhaps unsurprisingly, God showed up. It was a beautiful sight. Outside the chapel, people washed each other's feet. The speaker for the week, Hudson, sat with a group of campers and they discussed questions of faith. After a while, a group formed on the chapel bridge and sang worship songs. What a refreshing sight to see 13-year old boys sincerely singing to God! Inside the chapel, some prayed alone or with a leader or friends. Some thoughtfully took communion. I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. You can never be to young or goofy to receive the Holy Spirit.

We had planned the Elijah fire so carefully: but God had even bigger plans and dreams. He gave us the good gift of feeling His presence that evening.

So as I finish the camp season with a whole lot of uncertainty up ahead, I know that God has bigger dreams than I can even imagine.

Here are some photos and quotes illustrating this summer.

First ever Malagash Summer Bash! What a great time

Had to add a classic sunset photo

Malagash Grades 3-5 Camp quotes
"That fly is following you! It must really want to know about Jesus" Naomi.
"Did Noah bring two of each fish into the ark, just in case?" Theo.
"You gotta have B-U-T-T-S, you gotta have butts!" Bunch of young boys.

Me: "Think of the worst bad guy in movies and books."

Ryland: "Donald Trump!"

"My mom says I couldn't get anything with blue dye or red dye, so I just got purple stuff from the tuck shop." -Campbell

"How come they have 30 seconds and we only have a minute?" Izzy

"So does God have boy parts or girl parts?" Mylah

We had a lot of dress-up days at 3-5 camp.

Chris and Rebekah went all out! This was for a futuristic meal. Chris is inside there. The kids loved it.

There are worse places to be in the summer.

When the sky looks like a painting

Malagash Grades 5-7 Camp quotes

"I need you to look in this mirror. I need it for my complex." Ezra

Andrea and Andrea went all out with a Narnia-themed week! Thanks Jessica for riding your horse to camp.

The cutest mad scientist I ever did see. He loved helping his mama!

Kingswood YES Camp
Me: What colour is this?
Emma: That colour is Jesus.

Me: I don't think I'm very good at painting
Truman: Jesus still loves you.

One morning at Kingswood I walked out of the cabin to find this.

 

Malagash Family Camp

Riley: "If the septic is fixed, we're definitely making muffins."

Small boy, in the saddest voice imaginable: "I just want some potatoes."

Me: "I can't wait for the Elijah fire." 

Elijah: *Runs out of the kitchen.*

Kitchen and maintenance staff: *Dance to "Say Yes" unceasingly*

We MAY have forgotten about some bacon in the oven....

My sister and me at maximum attractiveness

Malagash Junior Teens
Me: How did you break the bunk? Was it Wrestlemania?
Two boys: Na, two guys in our cabin became Christians and we just went wild!

Took a candid shot of some of the campers hanging out at free time- love them!

Sibling twinning

Couple twinning

Elderly twinning

We wanted an epic game intro, which somehow translated into Ben spending more or less an hour making this technical drawing of the lifeguard stand. So worth it!

Matt and Sarah came up for the day during their honeymoon for Thirst Games, which included this structure. So fun!

I loved the campers at Junior Teens! This was one cabin's excuse for not cleaning their cabin

Kingswood Intermediate Camp
Alanna at utensil meal: You guys can get forks now if you want.
Emma, eating her dinner with a ladle: I'm finishing what I started.

Merrick at banquet, to me: Are you dressed up as a pilgrim?
Me: ...Nope!

We love dishes and Les Mis

Ending the summer at the second Malagash Summer Bash. God is good!