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The internet has returned and so have we. There is so much to share but brevity will be our guide.
Today is the last class with my African friends. They call me Professor, which has still not become normal for me, but I call them friends. I will miss them. But, because of commitments and projects that we share we will hav to stay in touch.
As I stand in front of the class and see not only their minds and hearts expanded I have an unusual out-of-body experience. My mind leaves my body and moves about ten feet out so that I can see myself down below. What has God done to allow me to be a teacher to the future of Africa?
He is good.
I wanted everyone checking this blog to know that the Internet is currently down in Zambia due to lightning. It should be back up by Tuesday, but nothing is for sure. If there are no blogs until later this week, this is why.
We heard from the team this morning. A plane ticket has gone missing, so please pray that they will be able to get it reissued without having to pay an arm and a leg.
We love you guys and trust that God has you in His control!
Stacy
Greetings from Ndola. Sorry for not writing sooner. We've seen and experienced a lot and I wanted to wait a bit to digest it and sort it out before writing. Not sure I have clarity even yet. All I know is that it's heavy over here. One is constantly burdened with the presence of poverty, pain...and needs that aren't being met. It's wearing because you want to help. How do you look at person after person, in the eye, when you yourself are well, and taken care of, healthy and strong, have all you need at your fingertips....and they don't. Sometimes I find I can't look them in the eye. I want to smile. I want to engage. And yet I can't. My smile only patronizes their situation...their life, their reality. I'm only passing through. I go home in 2 weeks, and this IS their life. Even though I care, and I'm here to see how I can help, it's obvious they don't know that. They just look at me. I'm western. I'm wealthy. I'm privileged. I wouldn't understand.
I guess I probably don't.
I want to though. I want to understand. I want to be able to bring light to their lives..hope and love....to touch them as if it was the Lord Himself.
Since we've been here, we've visited some townships, a government-run children's hospital, and an orphanage - each riddled with signs of extreme poverty...people living in far below satisfactory conditions - no running water, no electricity, sometimes no doors...pigs and chickens going in and out of the make-shift houses...no drainage or even adequate roofing for the daily heavy rains.
We've made progress though. We're observing, questioning, listening and praying....ideas are flowing and solutions are coming together creating pathways through this seemingly bleak and destitute situation.
More to come later. Thank you for your continued prayers and support.
Hope you all are doing well at home.
paula
OK that last one was all Boog....
All golf and casino jokes aside, we've been seeing very real and tangible poverty already. So far we've toured the pediatric hospital (with desperate children and heartbroken mothers overflowing into the halls), been to several squatter townships (makeshift villages consisting of people too poor to have permanent housing), and visited an orphanage/school (where a plastic cup of plain porrige served during 'snack-break' may be the only meal the kids eat all day). Their need is urgent, and our obligation to do something to help is apparent.
But how to help?? In talking with one of the senior residents at the children's hospital, it was clear that the doctors here are receiving good training in modern medicine... they just don't have access to the technology and resources to deliver the care they are trained to provide. Listening to his frustrations reminded me of how I felt during residency, trying to advocate for patients in the overcrowded LA county health system with limited resources. Except the situation here is 100x worse: instead of having to wait 2 months to have a cardiac ultrasound done, they can't even do one because they don't have enough money to hire an ultrasound technician. They are treating opportunistic HIV/AIDS infections according to the current standard of care... as long as the "dispensary" (pharmacy) doesn't run out of medicines (which it frequently does). And in the case of a child choking on a foreign body, they have to be transferred all the way to Lusaka (several hours away) to be treated because the hospital doesn't have a bronchoscope (piece of equipment used to find & remove objects from the respiratory tract). The feeling was that "we know what to do, we just can't do it because we don't have the money." Heartbreaking when you consider that the price is in human lives. So if you have an old pediatric bronchoscope lying around, head on down to Fedex! But I have a feeling that any lasting solution isn't going to fit in a shipping box...
In talking with Moffat Zimba (the president of Northrise University) it is easy to see that he has huge plans for Northrise, but also that his concern extends to the local community of Ndola and the surrounding townships (several of which he lived in as a child). While his immediate goals include outfitting a university health clinic and hiring a nurse to staff it (providing medical care to students & staff), he also mentions mobile health clinics (travelling to squatter townships) and even a teaching hospital (to train more Zambian doctors & nurses) as goals for the future. Northrise is already active in the community; the pediatric resident said that they have received periodic donations of money and supplies to the hospital, which was greatly appreciated. What we need to do (and the reason we're here) is to figure out how best to support Northrise, thereby encouraging and supporting the local community medically, economically, and spiritually. Because believe me... they need it.
Tomorrow we're flying out to Mukinge to deliver the medical supplies and assess the situation out there. Paula & I are hoping for an ex-stunt pilot who will show us some low-altitude barrel rolls. I think Amy is just looking forward to landing when she can dive out of the plane and embrace the sweet earth. Thank you again for your prayers, we'll let you know how it goes!
-ian
So, I think I've pretty much taken care of the problems here. Loaded em' down with some ibuprofen and every one has a supply of 800mg of benadryl. We're all finished here.
I'll be playing golf and touring the local casinos if you need me.
Sincerely,
Dr Ian 'the hot Doc' Bare
Yesterday (Tuesday) Amy, Paula, Ian and Boog visited a school and drove through some of the squatter townships. In the afternoon we visited the children's hospital.
For me, all of the statistics about poverty and disease became real in the moment we walked into the hospital. I do not have words to describe it...except for heartbreaking. Somehow the doctors and nurses we met with are tenderhearted and kind (I would be bitter). Given what they see everyday -- along with severely limited resources -- it is hard for me to understand. It was humbling to be with people who talked about "loving patients" in the midst of it -- they (Clemintina, Rosemary, Matthew and Dr. Cason) are remarkable. The hospital was full (way over capacity) with children and their mothers.
I have to believe there is hope (the alternative is too difficult to imagine). I believe there are ways we can help that are tangible, effective and sustainable. Ian (our fine doctor) articulated several opportunities that he sees. We will report back in full -- and plan next steps. I type that and think, "Am I doing the American 'fix it' thing?" I don't know. I trust God to show me. I do know that doing nothing is not an option.
Amy, Ian and Paula are at an orphanage/school this morning. Paula will be meeting with two graduates of Northrise this afternoon -- to work on graphics and business. Ian and Amy are headed to a biomedical/nursing training facility. Boog's in class.
More soon...
Love,
Kari
We arrived yesterday in Ndola -- on time and with all of our bags and supplies (thumbs up!). Moffat Zimba, Laston Hoomonga and Laston's son (Laston Jr.) pciked us up at the airport. We needed all three vehicles given the amount of "stuff" we brought. Exhaustion set in yesterday -- but we rested, napped (Ian is a professional napper), went to an Italian restaurant (yes, Italian), drank Nescafe, and settled in.
Soon after we landed, Boog taught his first class (go Boog!). Moffat and Doreen have made us feel at home...in the deepest way. Amy, Paula and I are staying in their home...and we feel like princesses. To hear what God has done in establishing Northrise University is mind-blowing! The Zimba's are two of the most faithful, trusting, kind people I have ever met. We LOVE them!
I just finished teaching my first class this morning. The students are beautiful and bright. I look forward to our time together this week. It is hitting me what an education means to an impoverished country. These students have the potential to alter the course of Zambia's future.
The rest of the gang is out in Ndola...I can't wait to hear about their time. We met as a team this morning. Boog talked about Philip in Acts. He listened and responded. That is the heart of our trip...to listen and to respond.
We are so glad to be here! Thank you for praying.
Much love,
Kari
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