12.28.2010

Kroo Bay.


Kroo Bay

The shanti slums of Freetown.
The poorest of the poor.


Here, homes are built too close to the ocean in the lowest part of the city... when the rains come, this community is flooded over.

Word Made Flesh, a ministry that reaches out to street children in this community, holds an outreach every Saturday for a couple hundred children living here. Each week they bring the children into the church where they pray, sing songs, hear about Jesus with a Bible story, and memorize a scripture.

A few weekends ago, I had the opportunity to go. I was very touched by this ministry. The ones who help lead the program for the little kiddos, are the very ones that were ministered to off the streets. You see, Word Made Flesh takes these young men and women and mentors them. These youth grow in their faith and later help minister to the next generation. Pretty incredible to watch. At the end, they pass out one hard boiled egg and chewable vitamin to each child. They are made to eat it then and there, so as to prevent them from saving it and taking it home to their families or to be sold off the streets. Pretty sad. For some, this may be their only source of protein for the week.

I was most honored when I was asked to help pray for the children. Before the children are dismissed, the staff take a couple rows and pray with each child by name. These sweet children sat so still, bowing their head as I prayed for them.


Lord Jesus, please provide food for these children and their families. Protect them from harm and evil things. Give them each the means to go to school. Keep them healthy and strong. And most importantly, Father, may they come to KNOW you and your love.

Amen

12.20.2010

my african name

Being in charge of "all things medical" for the advance work to the ship's arrival, I frequent the Ministry of Health at least once a week. :)

On this last week's visit I ended up waiting extra long for my appointment. I was chatting with Mariatou. We soon started talking about names. Mariatou asked me what my african name was. Being that I didn't have one, she spouted off different names for me. Since the meaning of the names are significant here, I asked her the meanings. I wanted to like the meaning of my name.

She replied, "Okay, your name is Rouba. It means blessing." That's it. LOVE, love, love it! :) As a nurse, my prayer has always been to be a blessing to my patients and their families.

I then asked her what her name is. "Sina, it means Twin." (because she's a twin). I of course piped that I'm a twin also. :)

So, now I have two names... Rouba-Sina.


I think they're pretty fitting. :)

12.14.2010

spreading the word.

For five screenings throughout the provinces... less than a month away!...

500 fliers dated and printed.

Check.

150 posters dated.

Check.





Whew!! :)

Now on to hand delivering them all... my work has only just begun :)

(Disclaimer, the fliers and posters were designed by our talented marketing team.
I am only the printing press and soon-to-be courier) :)

12.12.2010

traffic woes.



My documentation of our life here would not be complete if I didn't mention the TRAFFIC. It would be a huge omission of Freetown. :) Plus, its just part of life here. And since a big chunk of our day is spent in the car because of this, I thought I'd dedicate a post exclusively on it.

I have concluded that there are four main contributing factors :)...

Number One. The narrow streets and pot-filled roads. After living here, I am that much more appreciated of our excellent Oregon roads. I have vowed never again to curse road construction. :) The streets are two-laned(one lane each direction). Its unbelievable, and sometimes nerve-wracking, how cars can squeeze around each other in such small spaces! During the rush hours of the morning and evening, the two-laned streets make for a very long and slow drive. The drive to town can take up to two or three hours!! Add an accident or broken down vehicle... there is no such thing as a towing agency, so if a vehicle breaks down in the middle of the road both directions go around it. Not to mention if cars are parked on the side of the narrow road. Driving is tricky! I'm so glad I'm not driving :)



Number Two. People. Freetown is a mini New York City in terms of its number of people! It is incredibly concentrated. People walk/run/dodge around or in front of your car everywhere. Of course there are no sidewalks. But its how the city ticks. You just drive through the crowd, honking your way through. And this is normal. Granted, for the most part, people drive slower here. You just never know when an oncoming car is going to come your way, or when a pedestrian will decide to cross the road. I'm amazed that there aren't more accidents or fatalities.





Number Three. Public transportation. The poda podas (taxi vans) and taxi cars stop at anytime in the middle of the road to pick up people. No, they do not pull over. They simply stop, pick up the person, and go on. It is the most frustrating thing when you are behind them. There is no warning. And you are just expected to drive right around them.



Number Four. Street vendors/markets. The streets are lined with vendors. I love these (in fact, I'm going to write a separate post about them), but they contribute to the traffic because if you see something you want, you stop in the middle of the road and purchase it real quick. :)



All this to say, the drive is certainly not boring! There is lots to see. :) You just have to laugh. And that's what we do. We plan our appointments around the rush hours or factor in the drive time, and try our best to avoid it whenever possible.
Thank God for air-conditioned vehicles! :)

12.09.2010

chop chop sweet!



Plaintains are my most FAVE food in all of Africa! :) They are not the healthiest, being fried and all, but they sure are DELISH!


Or as they say here, "chop, chop sweet!"

our friend.



Meet our friend "Doxy."


Since we've moved on land, we meet every day for breakfast.

So far the relationship has gone well; no unpleasant results yet (thank God).

We are pleased to say that he's kept his end of the deal thus far (no malaria).

We, however, hope to never live a day here without each other!

Yet, somehow, he's one friend I'm not going to miss.

:)

12.05.2010

broken world.

This past week I received bad news from home concerning those I loved. A family member's marriage is ending, along with a high school teacher that I admired.

A dear friend back home is still fighting a custody battle for her foster daughter.

Another friend's former husband just remarried.

We live in a broken and fallen world. In a world where the sacred bond of marriage is defiled and families are broken; where the foster system and orphanages exist because we have such thing as orphans. It's here and back home. My twin sis and bestie back home both have little students who go to bed hungry.

Its ugly. Its messy. Its uncomfortable.

One of the hardest and most uncomfortable things here, compared to the other West African countries that we've served, is the beggars.

Men, women, and children. Children who beg with their blind parent for money and food. Who aren't in school because they escort their relative around pleading for money.

I saw them in Benin and Togo. But not in these numbers. They are everywhere. Here, because of the war, there are so many war victims in wheel chairs or without a limb(s).

The hard part is that they come up to your window when it stops in traffic. Different ones. All the time. And especially because of my white skin (which signifies wealth here).

I struggle with this. The need is so great, how do you know which ones to give? I can't give to them all. Where do you draw the line when the need is everywhere? Some of them I assume (right or wrong) are doing it because they can, even though they are able-bodied to work. Consequently, because of the overwhelming need, I tend to swing to the extreme and rarely give at all; I smile, turn my head and look away until they leave, moving to the car behind me.

When Jesus said to feed the hungry and clothe the needy, what does that mean here? What does it look like?

Just some of my heart ponderings...


...but, I do know THIS!...

12.03.2010

on a lighter note...



...We got serenaded last night with Christmas music by musicians from the local Police Division!! The band of six had one trombone, saxophone, tuba, and three trumpets and were going around the neighborhood bringing Christmas cheer and greetings. Having been in marching band through high school, I was quite impressed with the number of songs they had memorized! :)
Aren't they cute? :)

Can you believe it's December already?!


I just love this and had to snap a picture :)


Hope you have a great weekend!

12.01.2010

muchas gracias.

Thanks dear friends for your sweet comments on my last post.

You have encouraged my heart so. I feel so loved. :)

Thanks, thanks, THANK YOU for your prayers... please keep them coming, they are truly carrying us through.

We couldn't do this without each of you!

Hugs,
Hannah (& Tim)

11.28.2010

too comfortable.

Each day here I am reminded of how much I have.


I step out of our concrete-walled house, and exit through our walled compound safely secured by a guard and I see it.

All.around.me.

I see our neighbors sitting outside their one-roomed homes made of metal scraps.

I see it through the tattered, old, simplistic clothing that covers them and their children. Bras are for the rich.

I see it in Margaret’s 3-roomed orphanage with maybe 10 beds for 17 children without a mom or dad.

I see it in their diet. Vegetables are for the wealthy, referred to as “rich food.”

I see it in the lack of water.

I see it in the men (and children) who pound rock into tiny pieces all day for money.

I see it in adverts along the road for HIV treatment

I see it in the children on the streets selling stuff to earn money instead of being in school earning an education.

I see it in eyes of the beggars that surround my car everywhere I go.

I see it in our guards who don’t take a single day off because they can’t afford to.

I saw it in our friend who almost died of malaria.


And just this last week I was beginning to feel sorry for myself. We have been without running water for a week now. I’ve had bucket showers the past few days for the first time. And let me tell you, it’s a little tricky. I can't get over the stench of the toilet from not being able to flush it. At times it can be inconvenient to filter water or boil it. I’ve been longing to go for a run by myself somewhere, anywhere. Or to get back into a regular exercise routine in a gym. I’ve been craving a vegetable salad with broccoli and craisins, and all the various things I love in a salad. Or even fruit (other than pineapple and overripe bananas). Just the other day I was aching for home and all the things I get to do… eat… go… the conveniences.

Then, all I have to do is step out of our house and I am ashamed. I have become too comfortable. I have been so blessed to live such a cozy life (of which I'm SO thankful for). Where unlimited, clean water is for granted. Where we can choose our diet. Like whether we want (or need) organic and vegetarian. Meat is a treat here! Inside I too often want to complain at how hot it is when the majority don’t even have electricity (let alone a/c). I get a little perturbed when the internet is too slow, or even down.

Yet I get to eat three meals a day, sleep on a matress atop a bed, mostly have a proper shower, and drink water whenever I am thirsty. Tonight I have a light bulb to aid my reading or guide my steps to the bathroom, air-conditioning to keep me comfortable, and the internet to stay current with friends on Facebook (or blog) :). They have a small flame. For cooking, for light…for everything.

It’s just that in my excess; my convenient and comfortable lifestyle has brought me discontentment when stripped bare.

I have... Too much. I live... Too easy. I am... Too comfortable.


May you count your many blessings with me this holiday season!

11.26.2010

Giving thanks

Thanks to our friends at the U.S. Embassy, we were invited to a Thanksgiving meal and celebration with local Peace Corps residents.

We were surprised at all the food! We may be in Africa, but that won't stop Americans from getting their turkey :) Not only was there a turkey, but THREE turkeys!!

We were blown away at their generosity and hospitality. This year we were not with our families (at home on the ship or at home in the states), yet we were surrounded by those who share a heart for the world outside of "the American dream."

Although we have only been here just over a month, we feel the strong sense of community here among the nationals and the ex-pats. People take care of each other here. They look after one another. So many we have met have connections with "this person" or "that person" who can help us with this or that. So quick to help.

I love that.









I am so thankful and blessed to live in Africa. Not many have this opportunity. Very few can quit their jobs, leave their home, and say good-bye to friends and family (who are supportive!). I have experienced so much in these last two years. All the things my eyes have seen and the emotions my heart has felt... all the memories created... I would not trade them for the world.


I may not have seen a paycheck or increased my bank account, but I have seen and experienced more than what money could ever buy and have increased my capacity to love. God is showing us and teaching us so much.




I am forever changed.



For this, I give thanks.

11.22.2010

loot.

Le10,000 is the highest bill of currency here...


...too bad that's only worth $2.50!! :)

(Still can't help but feel a little loaded with a purse full of "10,000" bills, or feel a little surprised when the cash register reads at total of a hundred and something thousand!) :)

11.20.2010

oh happy day!

We FINALLY got the container cleared!!!

After weeks and many HOURS and LONG days at the port pushing to get the process moving, my amazing husband's hard work paid off :)

Can I just say I am married to one incredible guy! He put up with so much over these last weeks, and with SUCH ease and wisdom through it all.

It was an early Christmas around here when we opened the container from Texas and found items like this one! :)





Now we have things like cereal, tea, jam, chips and salsa, ecetera that will last us a really long time!

A BIG shout-out to my husband
and a HUGE "Thank-you" to our "family" at the IOC who stocked us up real good!! :)

11.19.2010

the seamstress.

house guest.


Unfortunately (for him), this one didn't survive the visit. :)

11.16.2010

lovely day.






Saturday afternoon spent at a BEAUTIFUL beach together
+
WHITE sand and crystal clear, WARM ocean
+
doing absolutely NOTHING
=
one LOVELY day.
:)

11.14.2010

Tel God Tenke

I've been meaning to write this post for over a week now. Its just that our internet connection is so hit and miss most of the time.

The end of our third week here, God MOVED in big ways for us! And all at once I might add! :) ...

We'd been struggling with getting our containers cleared through custom. Its just a SLOW process here, one thing after another. Many items on it, like a BIG refridgerator, were greatly needed. Not to mention how it would make our lives so much easier. :) We'd also been needing a very important document signed by the V.P that would ease cooperation from the different governmental bodies, allowing us to move forward in many areas. Unfortunately, however, it wasn't appearing to be a priority (according to OUR timeline, I should say). In addition, we had our eyes and hearts set on the PEFECT location for our hospitality center and dental sites. But, were meeting some resistance and unrealistic demands. Oh how we desperately need, and must depend on, HIM!!

On Thursday we sent an email to our entire ship family, sharing with them the above challenges and ASKING for PRAYER!! And they did just that. They spent a special time in prayer over these requests. The next morning we had our first weekly prayer meeting with some local pastors to lift each other up in prayer. Again, we shared these needs. What a sweet time of fellowship and prayer together! These are godly men, the church, who want to serve along side us and help in any way. I was so encouraged by this time with our "brothers." The Lord was already at work...

From our prayer meeting began the day that just wouldn't seem to END! :) We joined Tim at the port, where he'd been coordinating all morning with the port and customs' officials to get our containers out. But first, we met with a certain powerful individual who basically said the site we were wanting was ours! Two hours later we heard that our letter of cooperation had been signed! TWELVE hours later (since Tim arrived), we drove out of the port followed by the truck carrying our CLEARED container!!

Yes, the day that never seemed to end. But it did. And with blessing after blessing.

The. power. of. prayer.

AND, I'm not even done yet :) Just TWO days later I spoke with my family and learned that we have new RENTERS!! Our home had only been vacant by a matter of WEEKS!! Oh, the Lord is so good to us!

Just thought I'd let you all know the FRUIT of YOUR PRAYERS!!! Thanks for being such a CRUCIAL part of what we are doing here. xoxo

Tel God Tenke!! (Thanks Be To God! in Krio)

11.08.2010

therapy

I have found my spot...




The two mile trek up hill (from our house) releases stress and provides some exercise.



The incredible views and lush landscape bring wonder and renewal.



The excited "Hello!" from the children I pass along the way, bring a smile.


The quiet solace brings me peace.



The time alone with my husband brings contentment and joy.


And the best part is, its practically in our back yard.


...Medicine to my soul.

11.06.2010

the 'Saah Josephs'

Just three days after I wrote my last post, Tracy and I met four men from Rotary International for dinner. It was just what I needed.

Several years back they started a small school, church, and medical clinic in a neighboring village. The best part of the evening was hearing from Saah Joseph. He is from Liberia, but has moved here to Sierra Leone because he has a heart for his people; all over Africa. Joseph was once a refugee of war, first fleeing Liberia's war to Guinea and then here to Sierra Leone. He has started schools and churches in each of those countries. He has a heart full of compassion, desiring to meet the needs of his people. I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his words.

Hearing his story and his heart, put back in me the faith for Africa, for Sierra Leone, and her people. There may be many thorns, but there ARE the roses. There are many more men and women like Saah Joseph who are not living out of selfish gain and dishonesty. No, they want to give back and make a difference.

The next day I met with the director of one of the local hospitals. He may be the chief medical doctor of the hospital, but one of the most humble men on this planet. Despite his very busy and demanding role, he dropped everything to see us with eagerness. He is excited for what we will be doing and is more than willing to help in any way that he can. Another Saah Joseph. More faith.

Two days later, Jeremy and I visited the Don Bosco boy's home. Don Bosco was a italian Catholic priest in the 1800's who had a vision from God to start homes for boys living on the streets. There are now Don Bosco homes all over the world. Talk about a phenomenal ministry. The boys from ages 9 to 18 are taken in off the streets, given a home, community, education, and counseling for nine months. They are then followed-up with a social worker for three months as they get integrated back into their families and communities. To briefly meet these boys was music to my soul. We were even invited for an ENORMOUS and DELICIOUS african meal with the father and some of the staff members. Again, my heart was encouraged to see the locals stepping up and out to reach their youth in need.

Africa, I am beginning to believe in you again.

10.31.2010

Seventy times seven

Whenever you work closely with any government or country, your eyes become open to a new reality. The strengths and weaknesses of the government become known and any corruption is exposed.

The corruption has been the hardest for me to digest; to fully accept. Naively, I wasn’t expecting it; nor prepared to work through it.

I can’t help but feel angry when the paperwork we need processed or the supplies we need cleared keeps getting “delayed.” We are told that if we pay “so and so” or “this and that” we can get what we need. Not only are we here to help, but we are going to be providing thousands of free surgeries to their people, and their still trying to get money illegally from us! I can’t help but feel a little violated and used. Or discovering that the food from the world food program somehow “goes” to certain people first. Disgusting.

Then it makes me very, very sad. The sin--the corruption--has imprisoned this nation. They are trapped in this never-ending cycle. I have only lived in Africa just shy of two years now. I don’t, nor will not, claim to know everything about this dear continent. But, I believe part of their poverty as nations, even as a continent is in part due to the roots of sin and the corrupt ways of those on top. I use the word part, because there are of course many factors contributing to the poverty. I guess what I am feebly trying to say is that God honors honesty and casts his judgment on sin. He will bless righteousness. We see it all over the Old Testament. He loves righteousness and hates the wicked (Psalm 45:7). One reaps what one sows. And I am seeing it in a new way here.
(Please, don’t misinterpret. I am by no means, making a generalization. Not all of Africa’s leaders are corrupt. There are those in leadership positions who are desperately working to reverse this cycle. I know the USA isn’t entirely innocent either. )

I mentioned it in my last post…within our first week here we got fuel siphoned out of our generator-- by our security guards. Yes, the ones who are supposed to be watching over our house to prevent theft. Ouch! Even though theft is a big problem here, I didn’t see that one coming. I will admit my flesh wanted us to fire the guys then and there. We didn’t. But it got me thinking. What does it mean to really love? To truly forgive? God doesn’t call us to love and forgive when it’s easy. No, instead, He commands us to love when our whole being wants nothing but.

So, what does that look like for me? Even though it sometimes takes everything in me, we continue to bring them tea in the morning and our left-over dinner in the evening. I greet them with a smile and ask how they are doing.

Seventy times seven.

10.27.2010

first impressions

We have [only] been here a week and a half, and in some ways it seems like much longer! :) I guess that what happens when you go from one meeting to the next. :) I had intentions to post sooner, but we haven’t been able to get internet connection at the house until today.

There is so much to share. I wish I could show you its beauty; introduce you to its friendly people; and share with you all the other things that are quickly capturing my heart for Sierra Leone… but due to time constraints and poor connection I have briefly summarized our first couple weeks with a list of our first impressions. The highs (blessings) far out weigh the lows. Glory to God!!

Lows

Inconsistent and VERY slow internet
Exposure to high corruption practices
Theft--Tim and Tracy both caught pick-pocketers trying to steal their flashlight and cellphone in the market, but - to the assailants' surprise- the two former Marines made their attemps unsucessful :) We also got fuel siphoned from our generator. :(
Waking up to the call for Mosque at 5am (high Muslim population here)
Minimal availability of fruit
High traffic—it can take up to an hour to drive anywhere


Highs

Safe arrival
Air conditioning at the house!
Eating plaintains again (our fave!)
Green, tropical climate/landscape (in contrast to the more desert climate of Benin and Togo)
Beautiful warm beaches
Donating blood at the AWC for a laboring momma
Vehicles cleared
Meeting contacts
Lead on off-ship sites
Better driving practices
Mandatory seat belt law
Very friendly people
Learning Krio words
Mercy Ship friends at the AWC

Thanks for all your prayers! Please keep them coming. :)

10.16.2010

S.L. Prayer Requests

In just a few short hours, we will be flying to Sierra Leone! We need, depend, and value your prayers for our success with this great task ahead of us. For all you prayer warriors, we would like to share with you our prayer needs over the next four months...

1. Safe arrival to Freetown, S.L.
2. Release of the containers with our needed supplies
3. Open doors
4. The right contacts in all areas to liaise with who are willing, eager, and honest.
5. Good relationships with local systems
6. Communication will be clear and smooth, speaking in truth and love.
7. Health (protection against malaria, food/water diseases, etc.)
8. Protection
9. Unity and teamwork among our team of four
10. Completion of the ship's projects
11. Timely arrival of the Africa Mercy
12. Renters for our home in the states

Thank you... Merci beaucoup... or Tank-ee, as we will soon say in S.L :)

P.S. I will blog updates once we have internet access. I don't know how consistent our internet will be over the next few months, so blogging will depend on our connection. Keep checking in, though, for updates and prayer needs! :)

10.14.2010

Q: What is the ship doing in South Africa?

A#1: Africa Mercy Generator project Update

Mercy Ships state-of-the-art hospital ship, the Africa Mercy, has recently entered dry-dock in Durban, South Africa. Built in 1980, it had become essential to replace the onboard power generators in order to provide the vessel with a reliable supply of power and enable it to remain in service. The ship is receiving four 5L21/31 type MAN engines, each with an output of 1,000 kW (1,360 hp). The new generators will be mounted in such a way as to cause minimum vibration, as any vibration transmitted to the operating theaters could make the surgeons' task more difficult.

The Africa Mercy entered dry-dock on Saturday, September 25th. Approximately 40 shipyard employees are working on the ship. Senior VP of International Operations, Jim Paterson, believes the project timeline is on track,“The shipyard is confident that we are on schedule for our completion date.”

At this stage in the project, the workers have cut a hole in the side of the ship and removed the old generators: four Frichs diesel generators and two B&W Alpha diesel generators. Currently, the foundations are being prepared before the workers lift the new generators into the ship.

Other than the project manager and project supervisors, the Africa Mercy crew is not working directly on the generator project. They are, however, providing ample support for the ship yard during the project. There are roughly 80 Mercy Ships crew members still living on the ship working simultaneously on other projects. The ship being in the ship yard created an opportunity for the crew to repair areas that cannot normally be worked on when the hospital is in use. Projects include replacing the Main Engine Control System, doing a Main engine overhaul, and painting the dining room. There are also some hospital modifications being done.

When the project is complete, Mercy Ships will be able to reduce its fuel consumption and CO2 emissions by 20%. It will serve as a substantial cut of annual fuel costs. Founder Don Stephens is pleased with the amount of money that will be saved, and ensures those savings will directly benefit patients onboard the Africa Mercy in the future.










The Africa Mercy enters dry-dock in Durban, South Africa.














The ship sits on these little blocks. Propped up so the shipyard workers can begin removing the generators!










Above, the hole cut in the port side to remove the old generators. You can see the Frichs generators inside.














The remains of one of the harbor generators being removed from the Africa Mercy . It was moved inch by inch onto a platform outside the hull, and lifted onto a waiting truck by the shore crane.









One of the four new MAN generators awaiting installation. The shipyard workers are currently making bases for them – The three red structures on the right.

A#2: Mental Health Training Seminar

“This helped me to understand people's problems, but first it helped me to understand myself,” said Beatrice Nhleko, speaking of the Mental Health Training Seminar led by Dr. Lyn Westman, Mercy Ships Mental Health Program Administrator. Mercy Ships partnered with the KwaZulu Regional Christian Council to offer 45 hours of training in basic counseling skills and mental health assessment to help pastors assess the problems of their parishioners. Beatrice, a pastor and hospital chaplain from the far north village of Ubombo (close South Africa's border with Swaziland), attended the week-long seminar in Pietermaritzburg recently with 31 other northern area pastors.

In the far north region, people commonly seek their pastors' help with all their problems – partly because they trust them, but also because they lack funds to seek help from health care professionals. Many people are victims of human rights abuse caused by a lack of understanding of mental problems.

The Mental Health Training Seminar offered a better understanding of the symptoms that separate physical, emotional and spiritual problems. Dealing with people holistically provides a better appraisal. Beatrice noted, “This was an eye-opener! Sometimes the problems we deal with are only medical, and we are casting out the devil when the devil is not there. Sometimes we don't need to pray and overload God when we can refer the problem to a professional and then pray.”

Beatrice founded a non-governmental community health organization to assist the terminally ill, orphans, and others with social and health problems. She has recruited ten volunteers to work with her to get government funding and access to government grants by documenting community members with personal information, such as birth certificates, which are required for such funding. In addition to the valuable training Beatrice received, the seminar began the process of networking with pastors to work toward mutual goals.

Beatrice admitted she would love more training of this kind, adding, “Sometimes we think we know something, but we don't. Sometimes, we think people are stubborn, when it's us who are stubborn.”

Pharla Gumede is a pastor from the Assembly of God church in a small village near Sondwanaby in northern KwaZulu Natal. He has lectured on theology at Parousia Bible College for the past three years. In addition, once a week he makes a seven-hour visit to a nearby prison where he teaches a course in theology and prays with 73 inmates. He says he must teach about forgiveness before he can begin the theology lessons. The prison students get assignments and take tests just as college students do .When they complete the course, he gives them diplomas and documents their study for credit. Two of his prison graduates are now pastors of large churches.

According to Pastor Gumede, “God can heal psychologically, mentally and socially… but it will start with their heart. First they must change their mind before their spirit can be changed. Then they can accept Jesus. They must then apologize to their victims and ask for forgiveness, even if they are in jail for life.”

He has found this training seminar extremely helpful for dealing with members of his congregation and the prisoners – especially in dealing with trauma and conflict. He is hopeful that additional training will be offered in the future.

Pastor Mezrom Mbonambi, who leads a congregation in the northern village of Kosibay, heads a team of volunteers that go into schools to teach students the importance of education and sexual purity. He said. “I've been longing to have this information for so long, and I see no reason why we shouldn't take this training to our team.”

He cited a case he had dealt with during the previous month – a young girl who was thought to be possessed or mentally ill. He observed, “Now I recognize that this girl was molested. If I had known then what this workshop taught me, I would have recognized it right away.”

Pastor Mbonambi said that the pastors had been looking at all problems as spiritual problems. Now he knows that all problems are not spiritual problems. “Dr. Lyn has helped us to see the signs leading to social and mental problems. Now we can look to the symptoms and address them accordingly, with the help of the Holy Spirit,” he remarked.

He is aware that more people will be coming to the pastors for help, and they must be equipped to handle the problems. Their mission now is to share their new knowledge with others inside their churches. He is very grateful to Mercy Ships and Dr. Westman for the training.

Over the next few weeks, Dr. Westman will conduct this seminar in several more locations in South Africa, thus enlarging the network of trained mental health counselors.

Story by Elaine B. Winn
Edited by Nancy Predaina
Photos by John Rolland










Dr. Lyn Westman teaching during the week-long Mental Health Training in Pietermaritzburg, South Africa.










Dr. Westman and her students involved in activities designed to reinforce the information being taught










31 area pastors attended 45 hrs of Mental Health Training, offered by Mercy Ships in partnership with the KwaZulu Regional Christian Council.