Monday 25 April 2011

Happy Easter

Just to wish you a very Happy Easter. Sorry it's a little late - our internet disappeared yesterday. I hope you've enjoyed celebrating the resurrection of our saviour.

Easter here has been without the familiar traditions and songs, but we have carved celebrations of our own. On Thursday night, a handful of local men gathered with Joyce, Gordon and I to read the Bible, break bread and drink wine (well it was actually mango juice). Sitting outside the tukals, beneath the palm trees of Marol, as the stars emerged in the sky, it really felt a God given blessing. And then on Easter Sunday I ate fresh mangoes for breakfast, sat with my friend's son on my lap as I met him for the first time and worshipped with our brothers and sisters in the middle of South Sudan. For my own treat last night, I drank pineapple juice and digestive biscuits (bought from Wau) as I reread the Easter story. A beautiful day and God is here.


I pray that you know God with you too.

Monday 18 April 2011

Starting, Suffering and Struggling

The clouds are thickening ready for rain above the slippery sands of Gogrial East. Yet, still the sun seeps through leaving the ground pounding with heat. Mangoes are in abundant supply in Wau but I am still carefully watching the ones on the tree besides my room swell. Patience and promise are in the air. While the start of Marol's Secondary School, Joyce's work and the use of the library have brought thanksgiving. There are still many struggles to face and too much suffering to see.

Thank you again for all your prayers. As we step into new phases and adventures, we are desperate for your prayers.

Things To Thank God For:
1) The Starting of the Secondary School
On Wednesday, the first pupils sat beneath a tin-roof classroom for the first lesson at Marol Academy's Secondary School. Over twenty have registered but only four attended on that first day. Gordon was their first teacher with a lesson in something scientific. His wisdom, experience and wit have made him the strength of the secondary school already. And RE lessons, filled with reading the school's new Bibles, have witnessed some incredible conversations.

2) The Start of Joyce's Work
Joyce (a trained midwife) has also now started work at the pan akim (small, health clinic). Her first day was a hard introduction to the unhidden suffering here. Two babies died that day during labour in the small, dust-covered maternity room. The second child would have survived if the mother had been given a few fizzy drinks earlier in labour to keep her energy high. Many of the simplest skills still to be taught here.

3) The Start of Life in the Library
This year the 90,000 Apuk Dinka have their first library hidden at Marol. Surrounded with textbooks, bibles and novels, the library is always quietly filled with teachers and older pupils. Having struggled for a year to see the foundations dug, the books delivered and the doors opened, it is a privilege to sit amongst what God has given us.

Things To Ask God For:
1) The Suffering in the Toc
Last Sunday, over a dozen people from our county were killed in deadly cattle-raiding in the Toc (the swampy areas). Having driven their cattle to the swamps for pasture, they found themselves closer to the neighbouring tribe and the potential for raiding. The attack swept away hundreds of head of cattle and injured even more than it killed in the accomanying gun battle. Fears remain of further attacks into our state and revenge attacks are already being planned with care. It feels like this local, deadly conflict is unending.

2) The Struggle of the Secondary School
Pupils are still only slowly filtering through the doors and the exact teaching arrangements are yet to be confirmed. There needs to be massive protection over this small gathering of students as it starts to grow.

3) Struggles of Omar
Marol Academy has, this year, invited its first teacher from Uganda to teach English to its highest classes. With few people of the Apuk having ever attended school, it is difficult to find people with the education to teach at primary level and impossible to find teachers for secondary level. Omar's teaching will be a blessing to us. However, on Thursday, an old injury reoccured and he has rushed to Wau for treatment. Please pray for him and that our prayers will be a good witness to him.

Sunday 3 April 2011

The Night Before School Starts

Just above my knee in height, in her red, dust covered dress, Nyandut has kept appearing at my side today. She was on the branch at the front of church when I introduced Joyce and Gordon to the gathered, Luonyaker crowd. She was at the borehole when I was pumping some water to wash my clothes. She had been sent to the market to fetch something and she walked with me, hand in hand, on the way home. She was excited to tell me how, tomorrow, she would be going to Marol for the start of the new school year. Her little legs alone would have to carry her the five or so miles. With all the hassles and competing logistics, it is lovely to have even one little person to remind me what it is all about. The more I know the children and young people of this community, the more I feel the weight of Marol. I have to trust God that he will not fail them.


Things To Pray For:
Joyce and Gordon
Them and their car are now happily resident at Marol. They are a real gift from heaven to Marol and to me. Pray for them as the routine of life, the pace of the school and the heat of South Sudan invade. The smothering South Sudanese sun seems at its hottest at the moment. I sleep beneath the stars and can hardly face work until the sun is sleeping. Pray that God keeps reminding them of the strength he has given them, the love he has for them and the people he has called them to.

Pupils of Marol
Tomorrow, their little feet will carry them for miles across the sliding sands to Marol Academy. Pray that God brings them with care and has a plan for each one of them. Pray too that God will really seep into the school this year and make himself seen.

Teachers For Marol
God has called Gordon and Joyce from England, but I am now really praying hard that he will gather some teachers from the local villages to teach at our primary school. I fear there is still such a vacuum and they are needed if we are to feed the children with education.