The Sky is Falling–Saturday/Sunday May 4 – 5
Today is our last full day in Kasulu. Yesterday was a “day off” so we arranged to go to Matyazo, the first place I ever really visited in Tanzania. It is in the mountains and absolutely beautiful. There is also a beautiful ministry there, run by German missionaries under the auspicious of the Diocese. They have a hospital that specializes in maternity issues and an orphanage for babies under the age of two whose mothers have died. The hope is that after they are old enough so that they would normally be weaned and well into toddler-hood, they would be returned to their extended family. Unfortunately, sometimes the children are abandoned by their fathers. Bill wrote a beautiful entry and posted some lovely pictures over on the mission blog: http://tzblog.schrull.us
The country we saw going to and from Matyazo was spectacular, but very little of the road was paved. In Tanzania they say that driving (on the mostly unpaved roads) is “dancing without music”. After more or less 4 hours of driving on those roads, some MUCH worse than others, I was feeling distinctly jostled.
I wrote a few days ago about the “gifts” from the tree overhanging our guest house. Last night we were in the sitting room when it sounded like a boulder had landed on the roof. It was after dusk, so what ever might have rolled off the roof was not easily found, even with the aid of a flashlight.
We a similar clatter this morning and I happened to be looking out of the bathroom window to see a full sized avocado roll off the roof and across the back yard. The first picture is of what usually hits our roof. The second is something that I would pay $2.00 for at the supermarket back home!
We went to Marusi B for church this morning. This is the church that we visited last Saturday that has reed mats for walls and is built in an area with a lot of standing water. The bishop wanted to go there to encourage them and we wanted to do so also. The visit was unannounced in that the pastor knew we were coming, but the decision to go there had only been made this week so the congregation was not really aware.
Shaw preached. Bill and I sang and gave our testimonies. They have two choirs that did two songs each. Having a choir and a sound system and instruments is almost more important to these churches than having a roof. It certainly more important than having real walls.
This little one’s mother is one of the singers
in the “Mother’s Choir” (there are also Moms with babies in the other choir). I just love how she sleeps on her Mother’s back while her Mother sings and dances.
The service ended with auctioning off those gifts that folks had brought in place of money. In addition to agricultural products, this week’s offerings included three dresses for little girls that someone had made. Someone bought a papaya that they gave to us, which we in turn, gave to Daudi to give to the children currently at the Bible College. When we returned to the compound the back of the car included sugarcane that someone had bought for the Bishop and a chicken that had also been given to the Bishop. The chicken did not look very happy when we got back to the compound.
We’ve done a little packing up and some bookkeeping. Tonight will be a final get together and tomorrow morning we drive down to Kigoma for our flight back to Dar. It will be sad to leave our friends here, but I must admit that I am looking forward to a long hot shower instead of bucket baths and not having to deal with sleeping under a mosquito net.