Wow, already, I feel like I could type for hours about the experiences we have had on this journey! Airport after airport, smooth landings, bumpy landings, new friends, African pizza, pleasure of being in Africa, disbelief of being in Africa, homesickness, finding family in friends, seeing old friends, seeing Jesus in strangers, and so much more. We have had a wonderful time here so far.
The first moment I knew that this trip was going to be outstanding was, surpisingly, in the Atlanta airport. Checking bags in was a bit chaotic, and it didnt seem like the woman at the ticket counter was very flexible. Nineteen people, each with at least 2 duffle bags that needed to stay under 50 lbs can be a lot to handle at 4:30 am. We finally were towards the end of checking in and we had an extra bag full of deflated soccer balls. One soccer ball in Africa could easily draw over 100 kids to play a game. The lady at the ticket counter told Christin that it would cost $300 to bring the bag of soccer balls. When Christin's face dropped, the woman quickly told Christin and Henry to pack the balls in the bags that had already been weighed. She did not re-weigh them; she knew that they would be over weight. The woman who had earlier been so unfriendly, had decided to help us. She even came to see us off at our gate! The Lord provided at that moment and has been throughout the trip.
When landing in Ethiopia, we realized that we would have about 20 minutes to make our connecting flight. I was sitting with Kathleen and as we were landing, I grabbed her hand and prayed outloud, asking God to help us make our next flight. Right as I was taking a breath to continue to pray, our plane hit the runway causing everything to shake. Then the plane began swirving all around. At that moment, the Lord really put things in perspective. He was saying to Kathleen and me, "One thing at a time!" The landing was rough and scary for a moment, especially made scary by the lack of sleep and Ambein, but the Lord reminded me that everything will happen on His time.
Once we finally made it to Tanzania and through customs, we stepped out to be greeted by the African Young Life staff and leaders. They all greeted us with open arms and smiling faces. It was possibly the best greeting I have ever received. Kathleen, who was on this trip last year, was already holding hands with an African friend she had not seen in over a year. Our new friends would not let us carry the bags. They were insistant upon serving us--what a gift!
We drove into town, ate African pizza for a late lunch, and then went to our hotel. We had another warm greeting by the staff here. It is much, much nicer than I expected. We all settled into our rooms, showered, and gathered later for dinner. After dinner we worshipped and had share-time. During share-time, I was most struck by Mark sharing his high and low. Mark shared that his low was leaving his wife and oldest daughter in Atlanta. He teared up, sharing that he missed them and was worried about them traveling while he was so far away. His high, though, was that he was in Africa with his youngest daughter, Kathleen, and was about to have a great adventure with her. I was so moved by his ablity to, even as one of the patriarchs of the group, be so vulnerable and real in the beginning.
Today, we were so blessed to go to church with Alexis and other YL leaders. We sang a lot in the worship service, which I love. It was really wonderful to see that the God I worship in Atlanta, is being worshiped here too. There were familiar things about the service and some unfamiliar tranditions. It seemed multi-denominational. The community and fellowship of the church was visible. Bob Voyles talked about how the church was full of people from all over the world--black Africans, white Africans, British, Asians, American Southerners (us), Yankees, and Australians. Bob noted that the Kingdom of Heaven is also that diverse. It was truly wonderful being welcomed into that church body.
After church, we ate African pizza again for lunch. We might be getting a little spoiled with this pizza; Legho's food could be a big shock. After pizza and cokes, whe headed to an orphanage outside of Arusha. Being at the orphanage was when I began to know fully that I was completely blessed to be born in Atlanta by loving parents into a community that is one of excessive plenty.
Watching our group instantly bond with kids that they couldn't even speak to was awesome. Charlie Lowe instantly bonded with one boy and held his hand throughout our introduction and tour. A soccer game began quickly. Taylor, Mack, and Henry all were huge hits with the kids. Another group did the hokey-pokey, played duck, duck goose, and red light-green light with a group of kids. At one point I stepped back to the side and watched the scene and was so blown away by the whole group. At the end of our time, Mack gave his jersey to a child that he had been playing soccer with. The joy that Mack gave to the boy was so special. Such a small gesture was so huge to that one child. The Holy Spirit was certainly present in the children, in our team, and in that place.
Well, I clearly got carried away on this post as I have been working on it for 45 minutes. I just have so much I want to share with everyone at home. Please continue to pray for us. We are all in good health and our spirits are high. Tomorrow we will begin working at a school building a wall for the children's protection.
Love,
Elizabeth