


Sunset


Sunrise over the lake as we watched a pride of lions hunt a herd of wildabeasts in the field to the right...the next picture is one of the females who had just crossed the rode in front of us a few minutes earlier.





Well, I’ve been in
One of the coolest things to me so far has been the variety of languages. Its impossible to tell what someone’s first language is until they start talking…whites will either be of British heritage and speak English or they’ll speak Afrikaans (which is a Dutch and German based language) and blacks might speak any variety of tribal languages, Zulu and Xhosa (which uses different clicks with your tongue and is really cool sounding) being the main two. But pretty much everyone knows English and a lot of people speak at least 4 or 5 different languages.
We’ve really just started getting into the ministry we’ll be doing, and I don’t think we’ve really had a normal week yet, but here’s an idea of what I’ll be doing. We’re working alongside two different churches, Lyndhurst Baptist, which is within walking distance of our apartment, and Troyeville Baptist, which is in the inner city, pretty close to downtown Joburg. Our main job with both churches is helping organize and lead the youth groups, although there are other things we’ll be involved with as well (we're going to be volunteering at an AIDS orphanage that is associated with Lyndhurst Baptist one day a week). Our main goal is to develop relationships with the people in our area in and around our apartment complex and eventually start small house churches and Bible studies.
On Friday we went with Chuck (our supervisor) to one of the townships several miles outside of the city. It was one of the poorest areas I've ever seen, no running water or electricity, dirt floors, with shacks built almost on top of each other. There are hundreds of thousands of people living in townships like this around Joburg. Most of the people live there because it is land that the government has said they will eventually develop and provide housing with plumbing and electricity. So people from all over southern Africa come and live in these areas for maybe five or ten years hoping that eventually they'll get a better life. I didn't take my camera with me but here's a picture I found of what one looks like...
...so Chuck took us to a church inside the township that he has helped start and we played with about 20 kids that they were keeping at a daycare inside a building similar to one of those in the picture, we also helped them build an outhouse. It was a great experience and hopefully we'll be going back pretty soon...to me the saddest thing about it is the fact that a few miles down the road is the financial capital of Africa with millionaires and a very American style of life.Well, I’m finally in
We stayed at a catholic center, which was a lot nicer than I expected. We had to sleep with mosquito nets and no air conditioner, but we had plenty of good food, which pretty much consisted of rice, some form of meat, and mangos every meal. The center had plenty of room outside to run around and play frisbee, which we did a lot of when we weren’t sitting in training.
Several different IMB missionaries from the region helped with our training, which covered stuff like Bible study and small group methods, cultural training, and practical things like safety and medical training. The main Bible study technique we learned is the concept of chronological storytelling. The African culture is much more oral than ours and they tend to learn better by hearing stories, which also enables them to be able to pass down these stories and tell them to other people. So we were given a set of about 20 stories that tell the story of the Bible from creation through Jesus and we practiced every morning in small groups telling these stories and leading discussions.
Most people in Tanzania don’t speak English, however, it is taught all through school and all of high school is taught only in English, so only those people that are able to afford to finish high school, which is not many, can speak it. The two missionaries in charge of the orientation, Travis & Charity, do ministry with university students in
The area where we were staying was several miles from the city center; we weren’t allowed to take our cameras with us when we went out in order to avoid looking like tourists, so I’ll try to describe what the area was like. It was extremely poor and probably what you think of when you think of an African city. It had dirt roads and the sewers were just ditches on the side of the road covered in flies most places. There were lots of kids running around not in school and probably without parents. There were people everywhere and I constantly thought someone was about to get hit by a car or a bus. We found out that most of the people there that have jobs are probably lucky to make 5 dollars a day. But everyone there is extremely welcoming, several of our groups were invited into peoples homes. It was common to have people to call us over just to sit and talk with them.
Besides the daily field assignments, we only left the catholic center a couple other times. Once was to go downtown to the main part of the city for a day. We were dropped off with our teams in one part of the city and were given a meeting place to be a few hours later. We had to find our way around by ourselves without an interpreter. The downtown area was nicer, with paved roads and shops and even a few other white people, which was always weird to see. Our last day in
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