From the rising of the sun to its setting, the name of the LORD is to be praised!
Psalm 113:3

So I know there are some blog posts that are simply expected from missionaries in central Africa. You may have been wondering when they will show up. Well, wonder no more. Here they are…

The one where they get malaria

Thankfully, I have been the only one to come down with this illness. I don’t think it’s any surprise that of the four of us here I am the worst about remembering to take my daily malarial prophylaxis. I skipped a couple days about two months ago and paid for it. Sam and I were walking to church one Sunday in late February and I noticed by the time we arrived that I was no longer sweating. I also happen to be notoriously forgetful about staying hydrated so I figured I just hadn’t drank enough water before heading out the door. Half an hour into the service, though, I started getting chills. Not a good sign. I figured that I would just wait until the end of the service and take my temperature when I got back to the house. I thought it might be malaria, might be dehydration, might be something else. But by the end of the service (two and a half hours later) I was not doing well. All I wanted was to get home and drink a huge glass of cool water. When I got back I got my wish but it did nothing. I sat on the couch just trying to cool off. Michelle claims I was “cranky”. I probably was. She got the thermometer and took a reading of 107 degrees F. At that point we both started worrying a bit because that’s a bit too high to be anywhere close to healthy. So I took a cold shower and started on an anti-malarial medication we had in the house. Within two days I was good to go. I take my prophylaxis a bit more regularly now. Lesson learned.


The one where the snake gets in the house

One afternoon last week we had just put Soleil down for her nap and were bringing the laundry in off the line to fold it when I spotted a snake inside our doorway. It looked like it had gotten into our hose from who-know-where and was all bunched up trying to make its way out the front door. I grabbed my machete and pinned the snake against the wall with the point. I wanted to cleanly lop its head off but it was busy sliding behind the couch at that point and didn’t present itself well enough for that. So instead of a smooth strike I ended up standing there with my legs spread out with this snake thrashing around trying to get away or take a bite out of somebody. Michelle was in search of the Snyder’s machete by this time. After a while I gave up all hope of a clean kill and just started hacking at it. That did the trick, of course, and we brought it outside, chopped the head off and buried it. A neighbor kid took the body. We were told it was a venomous snake whose bite would hurt like crazy but most likely wouldn’t kill you. Good to know.

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Soleil Goes to Church

About a week ago we had a worship service called a "Kobimisa Mwana", in which after 3 months of staying at home, a new baby is "brought out" of the house and prayed over by your pastor. It's similar to a baby dedication, but more like a prayer and blessing service. After this you can take your baby out and about, and it especially means you can now bring your new babe to church. Though Soleil had technically already been out of the house- on a trip to the neighboring country no less- we thought it would be best to keep with tradition as best we could. So we invited 20 of our closest friends and colleagues to share in this celebration with us.

Praying on the back porch

Of course it started raining at exactly the hour we had planned to start, but true to Congolese culture, people just came later. So, we gathered together in worship, singing and praying together. We carried Soleil into the house accompanied by a seemingly random group chosen from the "congregation" outside for more prayer.

Praying in our living room

Then Aaron and I went outside and everyone still inside marched out in a line singing with Soleil being carried at the head. Strangely the person that our Pastor asked to carry Soleil out of the house was a new missionary with the Covenant church that had just arrived in town and whom we had met a few minutes before the service. She also found this strange and had no idea what was going on seeing as she didn't speak Lingala.

Marta bringing Soleil out of the house

CECU VP Badi praying for Soleil

The Pasteur Responsible ( Pastor in charge of the region) gave a short sermon about Jesus growing in wisdom, stature and showing kindness to others, charging us to pray for and raise Soleil in the same manner.

The PR giving the mini-sermon

Now that Soleil had been "bimisaed" we decided to bring her to church for the first time. That Sunday also happened to be a special outside service to raise money for the roof of a new church building. We were quite the sight as we walked the 1.5km. I was carrying Soleil shaded by our new blue leopard print parasol, which I could not leave the house without for fear of being chastised by every mother on the road and probably also some small children. Aaron was carrying on his shoulder a great sheet of metal roofing as our offering for the special service.

Off to church

Bible and manzanza in hand

Now here's where things get strange. We had settled in for what we knew would be a long service but there would be lots of singing and dancing. The service was held in a yard with chairs set up under several tarps supported by sticks staked into the dirt. About an hour after the service started, and one impromptu diaper change in my lap, signs of a storm began to show. I was holding Soleil close to my shoulder when wind started whipping things around, the tarp over us collapsed and the heavy support post in the center smacked me in the back of the head. My mothering instincts and the shock of the hit kicked in as stunned I tried to cover Soleil from anything else. (Also, I had no idea, but Sarah told me later, that a startled Congolese child was clinging to my legs.) I was immediately whisked to sit with a group of ladies who took charge of Soleil. The signs of the storm did not let up and Soleil started crying because of course church is during nap time. So I'm bouncing Soleil next to the road with a whole congregation of people watching when it starts to rain. This is how I found myself standing in the house of I'm not sure who, trying to rock Soleil to sleep; there are chickens in the corners and a duck walked in. A woman who I think lives there came in and asked if we could trade babies. It was then that I realized my head was throbbing, my eyes couldn't focus well and my ears felt "funny". I hadn't seen Aaron since the smack in the head, but then he walked in to save the day saying we should just go home. So, we walked home to nurse my mild concussion.