Very Dirty Feet

I have had some very dirty feet days but I think this one may have topped them all. There was dust in my mouth and eyes so thick my eyes burned and my teeth felt coated. It was Monday and my 3rd day in Nairobi, Kenya. The first 2 were spent getting a feel for the city, the church, my host family, and preparing for the week ahead. As we toured the city over the weekend we saw the downtown with it's high rises and the affluent neighborhoods with their mansions. Then as I thought of the apartment I was staying in with hot water and reliable electricity, I could not have been ready for the complete opposite I would witness on Monday. The day started with a 4 plus hour walking tour of Kibera, the second largest slum in Africa. Nairobi has many slums in fact about 60% of the population live in the slums but Kibera is the largest.

Kibera Facts:
Approximately 1.5 sq miles - the land is government owned yet someone is charging rent
Population: between 800,000 and 1.2 million
Average Home: 10 ft x 10 ft
Average Home Population: 7
Electricity: 20% of homes
Water: untreated and only available sometimes (according to one resident about 3 days / wk there is water)
Drugs/Alcohol: very widely used
Unemployment: 50%
Sewage: 1 latrine per 50 households - once the latrine is full it is emptied into the river that runs through the slum
Pregnancy: 50% of women age 16-25 pregnant at any given time. Many as a result of rape - it is estimated 1 women is raped a minute in Kibera.
HIV: rates are high across Kenya but women are at a 5x greater risk of infection

So we walked around this place for 4 hours and we could have kept going and going and still not seen it all. We walked up and down hills, over some very questionable bridges (where I had very vivid images running through my head of me taking a sewage river swim), across some still functioning train tracks (no warning system mind you), and leapt across running sewage. The slum is composed of 13 neighborhoods and they vary greatly by socioeconomic status as well as people and language groups. Some of the areas had paved walkways wide enough to fit a cart and reliable electricity so much so that people had televisions. Then some are far worse off, these areas seem to be located on the steepest terrain and in the deepest valleys.

The government is trying to slowly change and relocate the slum by building concrete high rises and slowly relocating people. These high buildings although composed of very small apartments have proper sanitation, running water, and electricity. This sounds good in theory but they have found that the people are moving back to the slum quickly after being relocated. One resident of Kibera said to me "why would I live up in those high rises when I could rent out my high-rise apartment for double what I pay in Kibera, then I have money in my pocket and food in my stomach." Someone else I spoke with said many are not comfortable in this new setting, it takes them away from all they have ever know. Generations have lived in Kibera.

There is lots of work being done in Kibera. The Nairobi Baptist Church (NBC) runs a clinic in one of the muslim neighborhoods of Kibera. It has taken lots of time, sweat, and tears but it is now well respected in the community and doing some amazing work. They are also starting a church after a bible study took off. Originally with 5 members, meeting one evening in the clinic about a year ago is now up to 300 people. Outside of NBC and work being done by the local church there are tons of Non-governmental organizations (NGOs) operating within Kibera. We had the opportunity to tour a couple of schools that are completely NGO sponsored and they were very nice. In fact they estimate there is 1 NGO in Kibera for every 10 households.

As I stood up on the top of the hill where these new buildings were located looking down over the vastness of Kibera, I wondered what is the solution? Is there a solution? Who is to say how these people should live? And on the other hand something clearly needs to be done. But the truth is many people are trying. The government and the innumerable NGOs along with the local church. It all felt so useless and helpless as I stood there just staring out. I must admit I felt angry as I thought of the huge amount of resources being poured into this place and the corruption and mismanagement and waste, as many of the resources simply disappear. These are the times I cling to Isaiah 55:8-9 "For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways." says the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth. So are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts."  I know I could think on this all day and talk it over with the greatest big thinkers of this world but none of that could add up to a solution without the One who is Greater, the One who knows intimately each of those million people. He knows their thoughts and worries and even the number of hairs on their heads. I am so thankful that He is He and I am not. He sees it all and yet I can cry out to Him in frustration when I am looking out over this city and He will lovingly comfort me all the while continuing to hold the whole world in His hands.

* Images from google images

Kenya

God has placed another amazing opportunity before me. This time it is a bit different. I am traveling with a group of 20 from Park Community Church in Chicago through March 20th. Now you might be wondering why Kenya, that is one of the wealthier countries in Africa as well as one of the most reached by the gospel. I wondered that myself. Park Community has partnered with a local church in the capital, Nairobi Baptist Church. The churches are quite similar; both located in an urban setting and financially well-off with a congregation comprised of young professionals. Neither church "needs" the other. Both have a vision to spread the gospel to unreached areas on the continent of Africa. God in a unique way has brought the two together with a vision of partnership and a future of moving into a neighboring country such as Somalia or the Sudan that is less reached.

This partnership is less than a year old and this trip is a first. So this trip is mainly a relationship building trip. There will though be good work to be done while there. The team will be split into two once we arrive, half staying to work within the city and half traveling to a coastal rural village. Nairobi has a well established medical clinic within the Kibera slum in the city. This slum is the second largest in Africa with possibly a million people living within its boarders. The clinic operates full time and those of us who stay in Nairobi which includes myslef will be helping supplement those who work in the clinic. The other group will be traveling to a coastal village named Kwale. Nairobi Baptist has been taking a team here yearly for the past 10 years, and this year they have been given some land on which to set up a medical clinic / pharmacy. We will be helping establish this clinic and possibly aiding in a medical clinic for the school children in the area. Both Kwale and the area of the Kibera slums we will be working in are primarily Muslim and this is the reason that Nairobi Baptist has chosen to focus on these areas.

God has brought together a great bunch of people and I am excited to see what He has in store for this upcoming week.

Out of my hands...

Right now I feel like this phrase describes everything in life. If you know me at all you know I like to stay in control. I don't give it up without a fight. But the circumstances of life are currently teaching me a lesson about things I cannot control.

The Danja Fistula Center is opening in early February and my heart and mind are there with the project but my body is very far away. I know God has me here for this time and has blessed the project there with very capable hands but I still feel removed. I am planning a trip to Kenya which is keeping me distracted along with finishing school but my heart is still yearning to be there with the ladies at this exciting time. Please keep in your prayers the center as it opens. Here a links to blogs from my two dear friends who are already on the ground preparing for the grand opening and the next 6 months of work there in Niger. Ashley Sellars  and Sarah Walker. 

So here I am in Chicago and planning to graduate from my Nurse Practitioner / Midwifery program in May! This is contingent upon me delivering 30 babies by the end of April and it seems that for the last 2 months the babies are on strike. I need to get about 1 delivery a week and I have been getting 1 a month despite putting in lots of time at the hospital. Now I suppose I had better get used to this as I have chosen to delivery babies for the rest of my life but just for the next 3 months I really wish they would cooperate and come out on demand. I currently am at 8, but these each have been great. Being a labor and delivery nurse for the past 5 years I knew I enjoyed this work but I wasn't sure I would like being the actual one to catch and have this added responsibility. I have found it to be such an honor and hope that my future life consists of helping many women through their birth process and even possibly teaching others to do the same. 

All of this said about this lack of control really became much clearer as I sat in church this evening and listened to the message. I was reminded so clearly that all of this is not about me. God doesn't need me in Niger right now and God knows exactly when each and every one of those next 22 babies will come into this world, all I need to do is stay focused on Him and the rest are all details He already has in control. 

"Whom have I in heaven but You? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You. My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."

Psalm 73: 25-26