Friday, August 17, 2007

Day 1 Continued

I wandered around our compound taking pictures, and heard singing and laughing voices coming from the group of huts clustered about 150 yards outside our camp walls. It feels pretty safe here, and also sad as even our camp with meager (by American standards) accommodations is head and shoulders richer and more comfortably furnished than the little village just a football field away.






Around 5pm, we drove our two fully loaded coasters over to COTN’s “house of peace” where thirty or so orphans live under the care of a house “Mommy and Daddy.” As we pulled into the house yard, sweet, smiling children surrounded our coasters and grabbed some of us by the hand, leading us into the house. Amber was picked up right away by a young girl. “Muli bwanji,” we said as we filed into the dimly lit living room, greeting our hosts by shaking hands with a dip of the head to signify respect. The left hand is placed on the right forearm as a sign of putting it all on the table so-to-speak. I felt a little foolish saying, “muli bwanji” over and over as I did not yet understand what the heck I was really saying.

The kids sang, danced, recited memory verses, poems, and their testimonies for us. When they introduced themselves, it was either with bows from boys or curtsies from girls. After they went, it was the American’s turns. I decided to stand up and bow as they had, producing a few laughs, which made me feel happy. As the kids sang and shared, I wondered if they enjoyed what they were doing and if they meant the beautiful praises to God they sang or if they were put up to it by COTN so the American “tourists’ would be entertained and supportive. Dang my pessimism sometimes.













Last night was one where after leaving I wished I had been more relational as I mostly just took pictures. I resolved to get rested up and be more present past my camera the next day.

I just have to mention dinner! After 28 hours on snack food or airplane meals, the homemade chicken soup, salad, rolls with red jelly were absolutely magnifique!

It was dark around six and I think I went to bed around eight, where sleep was also delicious as my eyes closed voluntarily within two to three minutes of my head touching my pillow. I had painstakingly packed my own pillow from home, first in a clean plastic bag, and then in my checked bag so the preserved, familiar scent of home was incredibly comforting and soothing when combined with the sheer exhaustion of relatively no sleep over the past two days.

Dabalas, or roosters, woke me the next morning with their persistent crowing, along with our camp guards speaking Chichewa just outside our hut. The sun comes up earlier in Malawi so I was up in the sixes with my journal. I felt so refreshed by a solid night’s sleep, as it was sorely needed. The view is beautiful with some mountain ranges looming up in the distance, and such big, beautiful sky. I was freezing though with teeth even chattering.

Definitely worth it.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

a few pics

I will post more soon. Hope you enjoy...

Friday, August 3, 2007

Journal Day 1

July 13 on an airplane:


"I'm going to Africa!


Who would've thunk it? Last night I was feeling really burdended because I hadn't handled a few things perfectly before I left. It hit me as I got home that God's grace is really what matters anyway. I'm not ok to come serve in Africa b/c of what I've done perfectly, but just because He says I'm ok. Thanks God for using me and loving me. I thought yesterday that I heard Him whisper to me after a gentle breeze that He never went away (I was thinking He had), that He didn't come back with the breeze. He never left and never does.




I feel trapped in this journey and really I am. Kind of like life. How much control do I really have anyway, that's not just an illusion of familiarity? I do feel burdened by things back home...got to let that go.



Bay of Biscayne: nestled between France and Spain.



As our overhead gps map showed the plane moving above the Bay of Biscayne, I realized more fully that I was far into a place I'd never been. I was actually there. We are stopping in Rome to get fuel.



I feel awed humble and grateful when I think of how many of our friends pitched in to send us here.


This international flight thing is something else too! I am grateful that my knees at least are not jammed against the seat in front of me as they would be if I were only slightly taller. There's something about being confined in a long, skinny tube at 35,000 feet that requres me to remember, "this too shall pass." Those four words and surrendering to being ok with feeling trapped, uncomfortable and cramped have helped me to keep my sanity for the last few hours. Walking up and down the aisle barely wide enough for 2 people to squeeze by also helped tremendously. Taking my shoes off and feeling the freedom to wiggle my toes under the seat in front of me became another simple pleasure to be savor in this tight space.







I'm reading this book on aids and one of the stats was pretty sobering: the death toll annually is equivalent to 20 747's crashing every day, all year!







Sometimes it's real easy to hear a stat and not let the magnitude sink in. I think even this one barely scratched the surface, but that surface was breached for me a little easier today as I'm sitting on a plane and I can see the people around me do matter as someone's dad, son, daughter, mother, even if I don't know a bit about them.







I wonder if the amazing expense of sending Amber and I over will have any effect on this (AIDS) issue? Does what we do actually matter? I think I will be touched, moved and changed by this journey - I wonder if anyone there will be because of me going? Would it still be worth it even if I'm the only one changed? I think so.







4:00 am



So the plane is becoming home. Familiar. Even the stinky drafts from the lavatory 3 rows behind me are somehow become less unbearable.







I just finished the (red)/Bono issue of Vanity Fair. I feel like in some ways I've become part of sommething big by taking this trip. I have to fight cynicism here. There's a lot going on to bring awareness and change regarding AIDS, and I think, the deathly poverty over there (in Africa). From the Gates' to (red) brand products to Madonna, many people are reaching outside of themselves to give a hand up to this struggling continent.







It's early am in Malwi time, and yet I find no sleep. Two nights with no sleep worries me as it can be a dangerous thing to be so tired, especially emotionally. Note to self* on the return flight, check in first to try to get a better seat (Amber and I were in middle rows so no wall to lean on).







I do feel kinda lonely on this trip as I don't know my teamates, and who's a click etc. It's ok, I'll just have to push through my fears, take care of myself and engage. I can ask for what I want, and if I don't get it, at least "no regrets" for not asking.







How amazing of an opportunity is to get to go to Africa? So amazing.







Dear Father (in Heaven),







I turn to You tonight. It's kind of nice to have no other choice. I want more of a concious contact with you. Is there something wrong with me so I don't have that?



...



Father, help me to be present with you and everything else here versus stuck in the past or the future. I love you.



signed. Jesse R Clements















DAY 2 in Malawi:



Yesterday was surreal. Especially the 30 minute ride from the airport on a bus called a coster. Mud or brick huts on the side of the road. Babies strapped to backs and packs expertly balanced on women's heads - and with no hands! The poverty is obvious. People across the board dress up though. I don't think I saw a femaile including little girls without a dress or skirt, and almost every male wore khakis and a collared shirt. Some even wore suits. Most shoes were covered in a reddish tint from all the clay.







Our friend Christy Vidrine http://christyvidrine.blogspot.com/ who is an intern over here had blogged bout mice kabobs sold in markets due to burning of the grass (instead of mowing) - she wasn't lying...many men waved sticks w/ 10 or so slightly cooked mice skewered on the side of the road as we drove by. One guy on our team, Chris, even tried one...yuck! One side of the road stop off had a rack w/ a couple sides of beef or some other animal suspended from a pole, I'm guessing waiting to be cooked or sold? So many bicycles everywhere...I'm amazed at what they have learned to carry on the back of 1 bike! And the sky. So blue and so BIG!







There were two familiar corporate images on the drive. BP gas stations...sadly, these did not yet include a Wild Bean cafe like the ones in Orlando. CocaCola was also present in several places. There's something about that red background and squigly lettering that's comforting even when the signs are faded, dirty and half way around the world.







We arried at our COTN compound w/ a wad of cash in our pockets. $100 US became thousands of Malawian Kwachas. Who knows if the guys at the airport hustled us or not - they kind of felt like hustlers.



I was reminded of one major cultural difference at the airport where I saw 2 men holding hands, and I don't think they were gay. Men show pda to men, and women to women, but not across sexual lines. Amber and I are not supposed to touch when we're out as it's not even socially acceptable for married couples in public.



So I digressed. We arrived at camp sometime in mid afternoon...absolutely exausted as most of us only slept on the planes over the last 48 hours. Amber asked if we could share a hut with two other married couples, and I'm glad she persited because now I get to sleep on the bottom bunk right underneath my best friend on the top bunk.





































Thursday, August 2, 2007

So grateful...

...to have gone there and back again.

To have lived with arms and heart wide open, and to have been blessed beyond my ability to adequately describe what that wonderful, sad, happy journey was like.

I want to thank so many people.

First, God for allowing me to experience Him in a new way in some of the hardest living conditions I know of, and for giving me the grace to walk this trip through.

To all of you who supported Amber and I financially, prayerfully, and with encouragement, thank you so much for helping me to receive some of the greatest blessings I've ever known.

Gail and John, thank you for your persevering, diligent leadership through that trek with 46 of us in tow!

To all the other Azungus ("white people" in Chechewa) who served with us, thanks for your new friendships, prayers, encouragement, and for working so hard together in Malawi! Thank you for your generosity to sponsor almost 50 kids!! I think we've short-circuted the http://www.cotni.org/ sponsor link for Msliza by adopting so many (just kidding, there are still so many kids left to be sponsored). I'm looking forward to the next time we all eat some sima and rice with just our hands.

Brian Owen, thank you so so much for all your hard work on my pc (which crashed while in Malawi) and for the work you're doing on getting the images up for everyone to use!

Thanks to my new friends Luke & Jack for answering all my questions, translating and just for your friendship. I can still hear Luke saying, "aghhh", and Jack saying, "yes Jes." I miss you guys!

To Jody & Beth for all your hard work setting up so much for us to experience and do while we were there! And especially for the truly wonderful suprise at the airport. I'm looking forward to seeing you both hopefully soon!

To Davie for tramping all over Msliza with us to find Aubrey, Loveness and Katrina. Your heart for the kids is such a hope for them, and also a great encouragment to me to keep sponsoring kids as I believe they will be in good hands while you're on duty.

Aubrey, Loveness and Katrina. You may never read this message, but I cannot make a post about this trip without telling you that I'm so grateful for you presence in my life, regardless of the short time period, you made the most impact on me of anyone on the trip. I miss you three everyday, and hope that one day the good Lord will let our paths cross again.

Lastly, I am so grateful to Amber for your tremendous heart for the forgotten, hurting, helpless. Without you opening yourself up to the pain of connecting deeply with the children who you were drawn to, knowing you had to soon say goodbye, I wouldn't have known how much my heart could feel and care about 3 complete strangers mentioned above. Your drive to find Loveness and Katrina gave me one of the most amazing gifts I've received in quite a while...to understand so much more fully than ever before that I truly am more blessed in giving than receiving. Thank you for being my best friend now, and on this jorney Africa.

I know you are all wanting some pictures, so here goes a few. Keep checking back as I promise not to let the posts get stale for a while at least.












Well guys, either blogger or my computer is taking about 5 in per pic to upload tonight so I'll try again tomorrow to get some more images up.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

We're here!!!!!!!!!!

Hi guys...we made it! The flight was one of the longest, most uncomfortable things I've done in a while, but so WORTH it!!! The villages are too much for words...one picture is all I have time for, and even that may not post due to the shaky connection. Miss y'all!

Love,
jc

PS. check Laura's Orl. Sentinel blog a few posts below as she's posting right now. You may see some of my shots on there! She's also mine and Amber's team leader so we're w/ her every day.

Thursday, July 12, 2007



Yup, we're in this picture!

Orlando Sentinal

One of our teamates, Laura Brost works for the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper, and is going to be able to report on this trip via the Sentinel's Nation/World blog section every day we're there. The link won't be up 'til Friday so check back as her blog will be the most up to date source of communication of how our team's doing while we're gone. I think she's the only person who will be able to use the internet while we're in Malawi.

http://www.orlandosentinel.com/malawi