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The Circus Has Come To Town

I can remember, many years ago, the excitement when the circus came to town. It wasn't a large circus, but it didn't have to be to make a young boy want to go watch them set up the tents and see the elephants. When you live in a small town almost anything can create excitement!

That is exactly what happened today in Otjiwarongo. No, the circus didn't come to town, but something almost as good. It was a 49 metre long "cold box" mounted on a specially designed trailer being pulled and pushed by two huge trucks. This cargo weighed in at whopping 140 tonnes and travels at a top speed of 30 km/h! It will take 6 weeks to make the trip from Walvis Bay, Namibia to the destination in Zambia. It took two cranes to off load the box at the harbour in Walvis Bay - the heaviest twin-lift operation ever accomplished at the harbour. This "cold box" was specially designed and manufactured in England, and according to the press release, it will be used in Zambian copper mines to separate pure oxygen from the air, which in turn will assist in the separation of copper from the ore.

News spread quickly around Otjiwarongo that the load would be coming through town early this morning. You can't imagine the excitement in the air. Literally hundreds of people filled the streets in an effort to watch this monster crawl down main street. When we found out what was going on, Fredna suggested that I should bring the workers to town so they would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime event. Everyone jumped on the lorrie and we headed to town. There wasn't a parking place within three blocks of the main intersection so I let everyone off and I parked a few blocks away. These guys were so excited! Oh well, such is the life when you live in a small town and the "circus" arrives!

Aaron & Margaret Wetterling

Aaron and Margaret Wetterling came to Namibia about 2 months ago for a 3-month stay. They are MAPS workers from the State of Oregon in the USA. The Wetterlings are retired from full-time work and have entered part-time work traveling the world and assisting in work projects for missionaries. They were recently in Botswana for a time doing the same thing they are doing here in Namibia - building cabinets and cataloguing the library.

Aaron has built and installed almost all the cabinets in the NAMTI kitchen, while Margaret has catalogued the NAMTI library. Margaret is retired from the public school system, where she worked in the school library. Aaron is a self-made carpenter who enjoys building most anything. They have both been a blessing to the Bible school, and we have enjoyed their company very much. Please take a look at their online blog at http://aarmar.blogspot.com/.

Solemn Moment Update

Fredna and I visited Rosaline early this morning in the State Hospital. She is doing a bit better; her fever has gone down, and she rested well during the previous night.

The young lady that we prayed for (and her mother) that was in such a critical condition, passed away yesterday. To the officials and record keepers - another statistic. To Jesus - a person He gave His life for. Did she know the love of God? Did she know that Jesus died for her? Did she accept His love? I cannot be certain. I wish we could have met her before she became so ill; we could have shared His love with her while there was still time. There are others that must be told of God's love and grace.

Romans 10:13-15 For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. [14] How then shall they call on him in whom they have not believed? and how shall they believe in him of whom they have not heard? and how shall they hear without a preacher? [15] And how shall they preach, except they be sent? as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!

Saturday House Church

Most every Saturday evening we drive into a division of the Location called Saam Staan. Sam Staan means "Stand Together" in Afrikaans. Siska (In the blue dress and head cover) opens her home to us so we can hold a church service. We have been having church here for almost a year now.





It all started when we were driving around this part of the Location one day when we heard someone yell, "Pastor, Pastor!" It was Siska. Siska is a single lady in her thirties that we met at the morning devotions we held at NAMTI. Siska and three of her uncles were constructing her new house. It is a one-room house made of corrugated metal (referred to as zinc here). The house is about 12 feet square with a dirt floor. She was so proud to be getting her own house! She asked if Fredna and I would come in and pray over her new home.


We did, then she wanted us to pray for her uncles, then her neighbors, then her friends... I think you get the picture. Before we left that afternoon there were about 20 or 25 people that came for prayer. Not long after this we began having church services as the Lord opened the doors of opportunity. Many people have found salvation through House Church.

Notice the white couple sitting next to Fredna. They are Aaron and Margaret Wetterling. The Wetterlings are MAPS workers that are here for 3 months doing work at NAMTI. Aaron is building cabinets for the Bible school kitchen, and Margaret is cataloguing the NAMTI library. I will tell more about their adventures later.

Solemn Moment

Fredna and I just returned from the State Hospital where we prayed for a relative of one of my workers. The young lady, 26 years old, lay in the TB ward of the hospital with a raging fever. She was coherent and told us that she was a Christian. She was grateful for our presence and prayers. The last thing she said to us was, "Will you come again and pray for me?" Please pray for Rosaline; she is in critical condition.

As we were leaving the ward, we stopped to pray with two other patients, both female. One young lady looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. She lay in a fetal position with her eyes rolled back in her head. I would guess that her total body weight was no more than 60 pounds. Her mother was by her side and welcomed our prayers. Neither she nor her daughter spoke English, so my friend translated for us. After praying for the daughter, I took the mother by her hands, and we began to pray for her. As I prayed for this mother, who was literally watching the life drain out of her young daughter, I was overcome with sadness for her. I began to weep for her as her tears rolled down her tired, worn face.

There is so much pain and suffering in this country. The true reason we are here is never very far from us.

The Toilet Hunt

Work at Ombili is progressing nicely. Most of the inside windows are finished, all security gates have been made and one is hanging this afternoon. Three of the workers primed about three quarters of the outside of the building. Over the next couple of days they will finish plastering the remaining part of the building and the two inside rooms. The remaining security gates will be hung as well. Monday we should start painting for real.

Time for games...

A family from the Kavango region lives next door to the church. Today they were all outside in the sun playing one of the traditional African games. I am not really sure of the name; it seems to be called something different by each tribe. This family calls it "calculation". One of the ladies in this family gave birth to a baby boy a few weeks ago. We had asked her what she was going to name the baby when it came, and she said, "If it is a girl, we will call her Fredna, and if it is a boy we will call him Pastor Brown." Well, it was a boy, and when we asked what she named the child, she said, "Pastor Brown, just like I told you!" Now she is not really going to name the baby Pastor Brown, I hope, but it seems they don't get in any hurry about naming their children. She persists that they will call him Pastor Brown until they actually give him a name. So, Anna and little Pastor Brown are doing well and enjoying the game of calculation in the sun!

Toilets...

I walked around the area today investigating different toilets. You see, the toilet facilities at Ombili is a challenge! Do you realize how good it is to have running water? Or sewer? Neither of these are available in this area. It seems there are various ways to approach this issue. Some folks have dug a hole in the ground and let everything run into that. Others have dug ditches from their toilet to the street and let it run there. The really fancy toilet in this area (only a kindergarten and a beer joint have them) is called an "air toilet". A pit is dug, and a toilet is built over it. A 35 gallon plastic trash can is placed inside the pit, just under the toilet seat. This trash can has holes drilled all in it so the liquid can run out, and only the solid material remains. Yes, it runs out on the ground just like every other type toilet. Just typing this makes me shudder to think that a bio-chemical, haz-mat, team would have us thrown in jail in the United States. Decisions, decisions... such is the life of a pastor! By the way, you will never guess how these toilets are emptied. A crew comes around about every 6 months or so. They reach down in the pit with a long hook and grab the handle of the trash can then lift it out. It is loaded on a trailer and taken to a nearby field and scattered for fertilizer! Yes, folks, they really do this!

Birthday...

Today was Erastus' birthday. Fredna got a cake and we took a few minutes to celebrate with him. He turned 34 and probably had his very first birthday party ever! Everyone was so happy to get a piece of his birthday cake.



Just a thought... statistically, he will probably only live another 15 years or so. Average life expectancy here is only 49 or 50 years. About 1 out of every 4 people are infected with the HIV/AIDS virus. That means that out of the 14 workers I have presently, 4 or more of them are HIV positive - statistically speaking.