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Entries from April 1, 2010 - April 30, 2010

Friday
Apr302010

April Field Notes Published

Field Notes for the month of April has been published. This issue of Field Notes included the following articles:

  • LCMU's First Ministerial Conference
  • Move to Kenya
  • Goodbyes
  • Furlough in Focus: Preliminary Home-Leave Schedule

Our prayer requests this month include:

  • For a safe journey to the Trans-cultural Mission Formation Program in Paraguay
  • For peace and some sense of stability as we spend the next 8 months in transition
  • For the congregations who support us in prayers, encouragement, and financial support as we set our speaking schedule for furlough

And we praise the Lord:

  • For a successful move to Kenya
  • For an affordable solution to temporarily keep our truck in Kenya and Tanzania
  • That Josiah seems to be such a great traveler
  • For God’s work in Uganda
  • For Shauen’s call to serve as Mission Facilitator in Kenya and Tanzania

If you haven't seen it yet, download Field Notes for April 2010 (627K in PDF format) from thetrumps.org now!



Thursday
Apr222010

Arrived safely in Karen, Kenya!

~ the top floor WAS our 3-bedroom apartment in Kampala ~ All three of the Trumps have safely arrived in Karen, a suburb of Nairobi, Kenya, at our new home (well, it'll eventually be our new home).  Krista and Josiah came by plane on Tuesday with our co-worker in Uganda, Rev. Jacob Gillard who was coming to Nairobi for a Volunteer Coordinator workshop. He was a great help to Krista and Josiah - especially since we checked through extra baggage that was lightweight but bulky and would have taken up too much space in our LandCruiser. Josiah was completely indifferent to the journey. He slept part of the trip, nursed a little, and played some. If he travels this well on longer flights we will label him a perfect missionary kid!  Traffic in Kampala is so bad that my family arrived in Kenya before I even got back to the apartment after dropping them off at the airport!

Our apartment was almost empty. All of our furniture and major appliances had been purchased already (all of it was bought by one guy - he bought everything we were selling at the price we asked)! There was only a little bit of packing left for me to do and then it was time to load the truck. The rear seats fold forward and I filled the entire back of the truck, jam-packed. I had hoped to fit everything inside the truck with nothing on the rack on top to reduce the chances of being hassled by police along the way or by the revenue authority at the Kenyan border. But I was left with a collection of boxes and bags that just wouldn't fit into the truck. So I took a motorcycle-taxi to the store and bought a big tarp and some twine. Then up onto the roof I climbed and loaded the rest of our stuff. Finally, everything was packed, our housekeeper said one more tearful goodbye and set out with all the stuff we were giving to her, and I waited to check out of the apartment. Our scheduled time for checkout came and went. So I took a shower and changed my clothes to something more comfortable (and less sweaty) for the first part of my drive. And I continued waiting for someone to come check us out of the apartment. Finally, someone arrived and did the basic walk-through, checking all the doors and looking for any damage. He reported that everything was in order and promised that our two month's pre-paid rent and the deposit would all be refunded. One of our gardeners rode with me most of the way to my stopping point for the night, which was only a few hours of driving. I checked into a very nice hotel - with air conditioning - for $25 and enjoyed one of Uganda's traditional specialties, whole fried tilapia with french fries.  Krista and Josiah, meanwhile, had arrived in Kenya, went out to a wonderful lunch with our coworkers in Kenya, Rev. Claude and Rhoda Houge, and had already begun settling in to a small apartment at their home.

~ our fully packed LandCruiser ~ The next day I picked up David, who would ride with me all the way to Karen. David has spent time in both Kenya and Tanzania and is fluent in Kiswahili. He's also one of our top TEE students and should be sent on to seminary sometime in the next year. He's a young guy full of energy and also has a driving permit just in case the need should arise. So we set out at 7am from Iganga, Uganda and reached the border in short order. We called ahead to arrange for a "Border Facilitator" to meet us. This fellow had helped me clear our vehicle across the border when we visited the seminary in Matongo, Kenya. This time, though, we had a fully-laden truck and were not applying for a transit pass for the vehicle but a temporary export and import pass for the vehicle. It took a while - almost 2 hours altogether - but our Border Facilitator worked wonders. At one point the Kenya Revenue Authority agent came out and wanted to know what we were carrying in our (obviously) overloaded truck. I told him it was all personal used household goods and that we were moving to Kenya. He asked to take a look. So I opened the back window for him. I had placed obvious household stuff just at the back there - like a laundry basket, buckets, and some dirty clothes. I offered him to dig through but I think the dirty clothes assured him that we were on the up-and-up. He said it would have been good if we had an inventory of the contents of the truck - which, of course, Krista had very thoughtfully put together while she was packing so we'd know what was in each box. So he took our inventory and disappeared again with our Border Facilitator. It wasn't long after that before we were on our way. Total cost: $10 for our facilitator, $100 for a temporary import license, $160 for internationally valid 3rd party insurance, and $0 in "consideration" for border officials in need of encouragement.

~ David and Shauen safely in Karen with all our stuff ~ The rest of our trip was wonderfully uneventful. We passed plenty of police checkpoints but weren't stopped at any of them. We made it to Nairobi before sundown and successfully found the East Africa Field Office for LCMS World Mission after only a few missed turns. Home at last, just about 12 hours after starting out in the morning. The next day we unloaded the truck into a spare office and shortly after that David set out on his journey by bus back to Uganda.

So we have safely arrived at our new home. We'll only actually be here for about 40 days over the next 8 months. But it'll be home for sure by January. Praise the Lord for a safe and uneventful move!  -Shauen

Saturday
Apr172010

Superbowl!

You may recall that last year we threw a superbowl party well after the Superbowl.  That's 'cause we have to wait for a good friend of mine to mail us the Superbowl on DVD. This year we received the disc a little earlier than last year AND my friend was able to capture not only the Superbowl itself but also the pre-game show, the post-game show, the half-time show, and ALL the commercials (we all know the commercials are the most important part of the Superbowl anyway).

So today, just 3 days before we move to Kenya, we threw an awesome Superbowl party. We encouraged the Americans who were attending to bring a "Superbowl side-dish" while we ordered pizza for the main course. That's right - pizza delivery! There are three places in Kampala that deliver pizza and two of them are less than a mile from us. A 15inch pizza is around $7. So we ordered 5 pizzas to start.  There was also brownies, chips, cookies, chicken wings, and plenty of drinks. We had more guests than expected and about half-way through the Superbowl I called the pizza place again to place my same order for another 5 pizzas and I also asked if they could deliver some drinks. A good Superbowl party needs beer and we only had a few bottles which ran out pretty quickly. So the pizza place also delivered a dozen cold beers. The delivery "charge" is $1 total.

Watching the Superbowl with our Ugandan friends is fun - there's so much to explain! Then, of course, we have to explain all the commercials and why this or that is really funny. And we have to explain how much it costs to run a commercial during the Superbowl - a figure that is beyond comprehension for Americans and Ugandans alike. This was a great last-bash for some of our friends here and we sent people home with all kinds of stuff we didn't want to move to Nairobi. I wonder what it'll be like next year in Karen. -Shauen

Friday
Apr162010

After a year of basketball...

Every Tuesday night I get together with somewhere between 9 and 16 friends for basketball over at Heritage International School. We're mostly white folk from America but there is fair representation from all over the globe. We often begin our two hours of full-court basketball with prayer and have never had an injury on the patchy concrete court - at least not the weeks I've been there. So wouldn't ya know it...

This week was my very last week to play basketball with these friends here in Uganda and as I'm running back up the court during our second game of the night I trip over my own feet somehow and hear that dreaded sound, "POP." As one friend puts it, "Usually POP means STOP." Somehow the top of my foot seems to be in contact with the cement and the sole of my shoe is pointed skyward. My momentum carries me limping off the end of the court and I can tell this funny dull ache in my ankle is going to grow in intensity - and quickly. I call a buddy to come step in for me and I sit down on the side of the court. My ankle hurts more. I lay down in the grass. My ankle hurts more. For about five minutes the pain grows in intensity and I think of how embarrassed I'll be if I pass out, so to save face I try to look as nonchalant as possible - I'm just hangin' out, leaning on my elbow, here in the grass...

~ My swollen ankle with a pretty bruise ~ Well, as quickly as the pain came on, it abated. And although I did feel little twinges of discomfort, there was no pain to speak of when I walked (or ran) on it straight. So I played the rest of the night - not quite as intensely, of course. It wasn't until I got home that I could see a bit of swelling and a very nice bruise taking shape below my ankle bone. Krista quickly suggested an anti-inflammatory, elevation, and ice, which I have dutifully followed. Today the swelling is considerably better but the bruise remains. There are still little twinges here and there but overall no worse than the day I twisted it (but not much better either). Of all the weeks to twist my ankle, I twist it the week I'll be carrying boxes up and down stairs, loading and reloading the truck, and moving to Kenya. Hmph. Not very convenient if I may say so. On the other hand, it's quite minor, and for that I am exceedingly thankful.  -Shauen

Saturday
Apr102010

Farewell (and birthday) party

~ a full spread for the party ~ Our move to Kenya is only a week and a half away. And my birthday is today. So we couldn't pass up the chance to throw one last big bash. Krista bought me beautiful flowers and we had almost 40 guests on the "confirmed" list. We would serve an American lunch:

  • Hamburgers with all the fixin's - lettuce, tomato, dill pickles, condiments, and cheese
  • Hot dogs
  • Potato salad with CELERY (Celery is not normally available in Uganda)
  • Carrots, cucumbers, bell peppers, about 3 pieces of celery (that weren't needed for the potato salad), and cherry tomatoes with ranch dip - the cherry tomatoes were quite entertaining as many people didn't know what they were! Someone guessed, "plum?"
  • Banana chips (okay, banana chips are not American but to buy enough Lays potato chips for the party would have easily tripled the cost!)
  • Krista's amazing pumpkin chocolate-chip muffins
  • A wide collection of pop and beer

~ a full house - the way a party should be ~ Our farewell (and birthday) party was advertised to start at noon. So (foolishly) at 11:45 I put some burgers and hot dogs on the grill.  Our first guests arrived around 12:20 - an American and her Ugandan husband, she insisting they needed to come on time to an "American lunch," he resisting as best he could. Over the course of the next hour a few more trickled in. Finally, sometime before 2 in the afternoon the party really got going. The "slow" start made things very convenient for me manning the grill, which only holds about 16 hamburgers. People were nicely staggered as they arrived over the course of the afternoon, so no one had to wait to get a hot fresh burger. We often had to explain how it all worked - which buns were for burgers and which for hot dogs, what the lettuce, tomatoes, and pickle slices were for, how to prepare a bun and then go see Shauen on the deck, etc. Even with guidance, I often had someone come up to the grill with an empty hot dog bun and a stack of lettuce, tomato, and pickle on the side - with ketchup on top of the "salad." But as I reached for the hot dog, they'd say, "No, I want that one," and point to a hamburger! Needless to say, my very careful counting before the party to make sure we had the right number of buns for everything turned out to be a total waste of time.

~ Apparently I'm almost in my mid-30s ~ We laughed and visited and even took a few Skype calls from our family to wish me Happy Birthday - the first time we muted the 80's music to take a video call from America a great number of Ugandans gathered around to watch this amazing miracle of modern technology. It was wonderful fun. And then those delicious cakes that had been on display all afternoon were finally cut. Krista made a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting and a white cake with chocolate frosting. The cream cheese frosting was Betty Crocker, hand-carried from the States for this very occasion - yummy!  As usual, the cakes were quite popular. One friend has even asked Krista to set up a tour of his area to teach the women of the congregations how to make cakes!

By the end of the night, the hot dogs and hamburgers were gone, about 8 lbs of carrot sticks were gone, all the pumpkin chocolate-chip muffins were gone, all the beer was ~ My beautiful birthday flowers - Thanks, Krista! ~ gone, and all but about two bites of cake were gone. There were plenty of those "strange" cherry tomatoes left, all three of the celery sticks left (since celery is also completely unknown by Ugandans), and lots of hamburger and hot dog buns left. In Uganda presents are not usually opened in front of guests, so after the singing and the cake, the party just continued with more food and laughter and conversation.

As usual, Josiah was the hit of the party and his nursery was quite popular - at one point there were 4 infants in the nursery, some sleeping, some nursing, and some playing (as much as an infant can "play"). Babies are cuter than me, so I didn't get too jealous. All told, it was an excellent farewell and birthday party.  -Shauen

Friday
Apr092010

LCMU Celebrates 1st Ever Pastoral Conf.

~ Ministerial Conference meets at Rev. Jacob's home ~ The Lutheran Church Mission in Uganda (LCMU) is about 15 years old but they've never before had as many pastors as they have right now. When we first arrived in Uganda a year and a half ago, the church was served by two ordained pastors and three brand-new vicars. Today the LCMU has 5 ordained Ugandan pastors and 5 vicars. And as of next month, 5 additional vicars will be returning from Seminary. It's a great time for the ministerial staff from across the country to start meeting together for mutual encouragement, the chance to bring forward and take advantage of opportunities in ministry, to raise and address challenges in the church, and to advise the LCMU Board of Directors on issues of ministry and theology.

So on April 9th, with great joy, the LCMU convened its first ever Ministerial Conference. In attendance were four of the five ordained pastors, four of the five vicars, and the two missionaries - Rev. Jacob Gillard and myself. Our conversation over the course of the two-day conference ranged from the assignments of the new vicars arriving next month to the strengthening of church records collected from each region to the care and support of pastors who work in the remote parts of Uganda and are able to come together in fellowship with other pastors only a few times a year.  Praise the Lord for the workers He has brought up in this land - and for their first ever Ministerial Conference. May this mark the beginning of a new era in the Lutheran Church Mission in Uganda.  -Shauen

Thursday
Apr082010

Is it really that easy to set up a blog?

~ Alex builds the Jericho Breakers blog ~ My good friend Alex is the music director for Kampala Lutheran Church. Every Sunday he's there playing the keyboard, guitar, or drums. He leads us in song with his sure voice. He spends hours during the week laying track upon track in the Lutheran Media Ministry Uganda (LMMU) recording studio until he has a masterpiece recorded and ready for Sunday worship. He has a heart for the youth and has spent many Saturdays building some of the youth of Kampala into a choir and encouraging them to become active with the congregation. Alex is a great friend and has been to our home often.

All of that is in his free time. Alex's job is to work at the LMMU. Part of the work Alex does in support of the LMMU is to write music for (and choreograph) a Christian dance troupe called Jericho Breakers. Yup, that's right "breakers" as in break-dancing. I've asked Alex if he can actually do what he's choreographed for the dance troupe and he just laughs. I'm convinced he's a closet break-dancer. Anyway, Jericho Breakers is often utilized in outreaches and other events that the LMMU does across Uganda.  But they're also just a group of young Christian men and women eager to find their way in a difficult world. So Alex came over today to ask me about making a blog for these guys - a way for them to connect with the rest of the world and a place for them to share how they're wearing the Gospel on their sleeves and loving it.

Over the course of about 3 hours I sat beside Alex as he put Jericho Breakers online. Check it out - he did a great job. -Shauen

Sunday
Apr042010

Easter! He is risen!

~ banana plants in front of church ~ Kampala Lutheran Congregation was packed this morning for Easter service. It was a beautiful day and Josiah was in good form. A couple of young banana plants graced the front entrance to the tent and the breeze was just barely enough to keep the temperature pleasant. ~ banner presented by MMP ~ Worship is always great with a full church - voices raised in song, uniform in creed, and united in prayer - what an uplifting experience.  God comes to us in every worship service with His gifts and grace, of course, but there is such encouragement when we can share in His gifts with a multitude of brothers and sisters! 

At the close of the worship service, two short-term mission volunteers with the Missions Made Possible (MMP) team had a special gift for the congregation. These two volunteers also happen to be the parents of co-worker Rev. Jacob Gillard - and our good friends. They presented a beautiful banner which reads "risen indeed."

~ Easter goodies at dinner ~ After church we enjoyed a wonderful Easter dinner at our apartment. Krista had dyed a few eggs and broke out the very special M&Ms and chocolate eggs that we received from the States (thanks, Mom and Liz). We had a few friends over for an excellent meal featuring garlic-infused teriyaki steak, scalloped potatoes, carrot soufflé, deviled eggs, and a side salad. After dinner (some time after dinner, that is, - we all ate too much during the meal) Krista revealed her amazing apple pie!

It was a fabulous celebration and we joyfully proclaimed with millions of Christians all over the world - He is risen!  

-Shauen

Sunday
Apr042010

Ritual sacrifice of children on rise...

We first reported on Uganda's disturbing trend in human sacrifice last year in our Field Notes for March 2009 (PDF file, 440k).  In October 2009, Krista blogged about human sacrifice mentioned in a sermon, Today's Sermon Illustration: Child Sacrifice. Human sacrifice continues to be frighteningly common in Uganda. Here's an excerpt from an Associated Press article on human sacrifice, published today, Easter Sunday:

The practice of human sacrifice is on the rise in Uganda, as measured by ritual killings where body parts, often facial features or genitals, are cut off for use in ceremonies. The number of people killed in ritual murders last year rose to a new high of at least 15 children and 14 adults, up from just three cases in 2007, according to police. The informal count is much higher-154 suspects were arrested last year and 50 taken to court over ritual killings...

Read the full AP article in our blog entry below.

Please continue to pray for the safety of the children of Uganda, the witchdoctors willing to make such sacrifices, and the desperate people who hire them.

-Shauen

Sunday
Apr042010

AP: Child sacrifice on the rise in Uganda

Published : Sunday, 04 Apr 2010, 2:16 PM EDT

JINJA, Uganda (AP) - Caroline Aya was playing in front of her house in January when a neighbor put a cloth over her mouth and fled with her.

A couple of days later, the 8-year-old's body was found a short walk away — with her tongue cut out. Police believe she was offered up as a human sacrifice in a ritual killing, thought to bring wealth or health.

"If it is a sickness you try to treat it, and if they die that is one thing," said Caroline's father, Balluonzima Christ. "But when you slaughter a person like a goat, that is not easy."

The practice of human sacrifice is on the rise in Uganda, as measured by ritual killings where body parts, often facial features or genitals, are cut off for use in ceremonies. The number of people killed in ritual murders last year rose to a new high of at least 15 children and 14 adults, up from just three cases in 2007, according to police. The informal count is much higher — 154 suspects were arrested last year and 50 taken to court over ritual killings.

Children in particular are common victims, according to a U.S. State Department report released this month. The U.S. spent $500,000 to train 2,000 Ugandan police last year to investigate offences related to human trafficking, including ritual killings.

The problem is bad enough that last year the police established an Anti-Human Sacrifice Taskforce. Posters on police station walls show a sinister stranger luring two young girls into a car below bold letters that call on parents to "Prevent Child Sacrifice."

Human sacrifices have been recorded throughout history and occur still in many countries, including India, Indonesia, South Africa, Gabon and Tanzania. One traditional healer in Uganda, when asked about the phenomenon, pointed to the story told in the Bible's book of Genesis, when God asked Abraham to sacrifice a son.

However, the rise in human sacrifices in Uganda appears to come from a desire for wealth and a belief that drugs made from human organs can bring riches, according to task force head Moses Binoga. They may be fueled by a spate of violent Nigerian films that are growing in popularity, and showcase a common story line: A family reaping riches after sacrificing a human.

"I call it a problem of psychological disorientation," said Binoga. "People get disoriented. People stop having respect in humanity and believe more in the worth of money and so-called good fortune, and they lose that natural social respect for people."

The sacrifices are also linked to a deep belief in traditional healers, or witch doctors, who can be found practically every half mile in Uganda.

At the end of a winding dirt road on the edge of Kampala, Uganda's capital, barefoot children scurry past a sign advertising the abilities of Musa Nsimbe, who goes by the trade name Professor Gabogola. The sign in front of his small wood hut reads like a panacea for the world's woes.

"A traditional healer with powers over spirits. Solves all cases, demons, thieves, tooth decay, madness fevers, appelipse, genital affairs."

Sunlight streams in like tiny laser beams through holes in the metal roof of Nsimbe's shrine. Smoke fills the air. Furry hides cover the floor. Animal horns are arrayed before Nsimbe, who chants, hums, murmurs, shakes and bangs his head against the wall in a furious calling of the spirits.

The 38-year-old Nsimbe — a father of 14 children with two women — says it's possible that some witch doctors carry out ritual sacrifices, but that he does not.

Another traditional healer, 60-year-old Livingstone Kiggo, said sacrifice is part of the healer's tool kit — sacrificing a goat, sheep or chicken is considered a call to the spirits, to people's ancestors. But killing humans is not part of the practice, said Kiggo.

He blamed sacrificial deaths on people who "want to destroy the work of traditional healers."

"Those are killers. They are not healers. They are killers," said Kiggo.

In 2008, Kiggo said a man approached him offering to sell a child. He went to the police, who set up a sting operation and snared a man trying to sell his nephew for $2,000. Police and advocates point to several cases where impoverished parents or relatives have tried to sell children to witch doctors for money.

The people of Jinja have seen three suspected cases of child sacrifice in recent months, including Caroline's. When Binoga held a town-hall-style meeting in early February, some 500 people squatted under the shade of five large trees, straining to hear his words.

Many complained of police corruption, slow investigations and a lack of convictions by the country's lethargic courts, words that drew loud cheers from the emotional crowd. Of about 30 people charged with ritual killing last year, nobody has yet been convicted. The last conviction was in 2007.

"There is a lack of political will to protect the children. We have beautiful laws but a lack of political will," said Haruna Mawa, the spokesman for the child protection agency ANPPCAN. "As long as we keep our laws in limbo we are creating a fertile breeding ground for human and child sacrifice to escalate. No convictions. What message are you giving to the police?"

Mawa's agency has helped with several recent cases of child sacrifice. A 2-year-old boy had his penis cut off by a witch doctor in eastern Uganda and now urinates through a tube, Mawa said.

A 12-year-old named Shafik had a knife put to his throat when a female witch doctor realized the boy was circumcised. Witch doctors don't kill children who are circumcised or who have pierced ears because they are considered impure, Mawa said. As a result, some parents have taken their children to get piercings or circumcisions.

The Christ family is protecting their three remaining children in other ways. The siblings no longer walk to school alone and are instead accompanied by their parents. It is a security precaution that the parents can't take forever, said Fred Kyankya, the district criminal intelligence officer.

"You can't keep holding onto a child very tightly. Children move freely," Kyankya said. "So people get scared that there are such vices in the country."


Thursday
Apr012010

A Universal Truth

I have observed this to be a universal truth:

When a car's hood is open, men gather to look and poke around.

True in America, true in Uganda, and I'm sure true around the world.

-Shauen