HIV/AIDS

I would like to report on yesterday's CHE lesson/discussion on HIV/AIDS. Thank you so much to those of you who prayed for this important lesson-- your prayers were definitely felt. The top picture is the afternoon CHE group (There is a morning group that meets from 9-1 and an afternoon group that meets from 1-4 every Wednesday). Yesterday we discussed cultural beliefs about HIV/AIDS and I was so surprised to hear how many lies are circulated about this disease. We posed the following question right at the beginning of the lesson, "What do people say (true or untrue) about the causes, treatment/cures, spreading, and prevention of AIDS?" The responses varied and we took time to write down each response on a half piece of paper and then place them on the floor under signs that read "TRUE" and "FALSE". We then discussed each belief answering questions like, "Where does this belief come from?" "Is it entirely 'true' or entirely 'false' or partially true and partially false?" The discussion was great and women who usually remain silent spoke up and volunteered their input and opinions. I really sensed a lot of excitement in the room as we talked about ways that this truth could be communicated to friends and neighbors. We also talked about ways to address the harmful myths and superstitions about AIDS that are rife in Philippi. Thank you for your prayers and please continue to pray that these CHE's would be bold to share the truth about HIV/AIDS (many of them are fearful about even bringing up the issue of HIV/AIDS with friends, family, and neighbors because they think the others will assume that they are infected with AIDS themselves). Pray that the horrible stigma would begin to diminish so that AIDS can be openly talked about in homes, schools, and churches.

Praise God for all that He has done and for the transformation and healing that is occurring in Philippi!

Freedom Day!

Last Thursday, April 27th, we celebrated a very significant national holiday here in South Africa. It was FREEDOM DAY. On this very day--12 years ago-- Nelson Mandela cast the first democratic vote (see photo on left) after decades of fighting against the racist, mostly-white, apartheid government which suppressed and abused the black people in this country (who make up over 75% of the population). Nelson Mandela led this fight for freedom and was forced to spend 27 years of his life in prison. He emerged from prison and was elected president after the first democratic vote and was awarded a Nobel Peace prize for dedicating his life to the fight for freedom and racial equality. Thousands of black people lost property, jobs, family, and even their lives in the battle for freedom and Thursday was a chance to remember all of their sacrifices and celebrate the progress that has been made in the last 12 years. There is still a long way to go in reaching true equality, but no longer are blacks being imprisoned for meeting in large groups and for standing up for their rights.

We had a day off of work on Thursday for Freedom Day and Monday was another national holiday called Workers Day, so we were given Friday off of work to go on a long-weekend vacation to explore some parts of South Africa that I hadn't seen yet. My flat mate, a fellow staff member, a friend from church, and I rented a car and took off driving east along the coast. We stayed in a little beach town called Knysna and enjoyed time sitting by the ocean, a wild canoe trip, and a horseback ride into the forest (pictured below). It was a wonderful time of experiencing the beauty of God's creation and enjoying great conversation with friends.

Please Pray--

Tomorrow (Wednesday) we have planned a very important CHE lesson on HIV/AIDS. Many of the CHE's (Community Health Evangelists) are HIV positive and are walking through the stages of grief as they come to terms with this terminal illness in their own lives. The discussion will focus on existing beliefs about AIDS in the community in hopes of dispelling some of the traditional myths about HIV/AIDS (like that it can be cured by drinking a mixture of herbs and coconut juice or that you can rid yourself of AIDS by having sex with a virgin, etc.) Please pray that the truth can be communicated in a way that is clear and convincing and that the CHE's would be encouraged to go and share this life-saving information with the those living in the shacks that they visit each week. Some of the questions that we will be asking tomorrow include:

1. What are some of the beliefs in the community (true or untrue) about HIV/AIDS?

2. What do some people say causes HIV/AIDS?

3. What do some people say can cure HIV/AIDS or prevent it?

4. What do some people say spreads HIV/AIDS?

5. What do some people say about the people who get HIV/AIDS?

Thank you for your prayers!

Young and Old, Black and White, They are Precious in His Sight...

On Tuesday morning two other staff members and I arrived at the office, jumped into three vehicles, and took off for Philippi. Upon arrival we were met by close to 20 excited, high-energy, slightly-nervous orphans who had been busy preparing for the days big performance. These members of the orphan support group's, "Angels of God" choir rushed into the cars and vans that we had arrived in and we all caravaned to the Tygerberg Senior Center for the Aged. The orphans were invited to perform for this predominantly-white retirement center by the director of the center who had previously visited Philippi to check out some of Bridges of Hope's community development projects. So, we arrived with the choir and were promptly ushered into a small room where we waited until the moment when the kids were called on stage for the performance. They were so excited! I laughed inside as we all walked into the room where the function was being held. Special members of the community had been invited and the room was at max. capacity with white faces (the large majority being over the age of 65). Now, imagine 20 black orphans walking silently into this room and filing onstage for the show. You could have heard a pin drop and I was bursting with excitement inside because I knew that these young kids were going to ROCK THE PLACE! I could imagine canes flying, knitting needles waving in the air, and white hair swaying side to side.

The kids began with a song entitled, "I have a Father" which is about God being our Father, Caregiver, our Protector, and our Creator. I could tell that the men and women were very moved seeing these kids, who are fatherless, sing about God being their Father. As they sang more songs the energy level, volume, and swaying intensified until the kids were stomping their feet, dancing in unison, and singing with a life-giving energy, volume, and harmony. The room was filled with this energy and the audience was truly getting into it. Oh, it was so cool to see! No, the audience wasn't dancing or jumping up and down (their poor hips couldn't handle that!), but they were knitting at a more rapid pace and their heads were swaying from side to side. Some even started clapping. The kids felt celebrated and were given goody bags at the end of the performance that were filled with baked goods from the women and men as well as other treats and toys.

This was such a neat moment for me to experience -- the meeting of two very different groups of people who both were incredibly blessed by each other. The older folks experienced an energy, joy, and enthusiasm that they haven't experienced in a long time (I am sure of it!), and the young ones felt loved, celebrated, cared-for, valued, and appreciated. I think God really smiles when He sees these kinds of things happening; people loving each other, connecting deeply , and blessing each other. The event ended with the kids inviting the audience to join with them in singing the chorus of, "We Adore Him". How wonderful this sight was-- young and old, black and white, all praising our Father and our Creator. SO COOL! :-)

The picture I took (above) is of one of the tables near the front. The lady on the right was my favorite, most-fervent knitter (I think she must have completed a whole sweater by the time the concert was over!)

Brokenness

I am writing this morning with a very heavy heart. Tears have been burning at the back of my eyes all morning and my heart is a knot of anger and sadness. Every Monday morning we have a meeting with our Philippi committee and it was at this meeting that I heard some very sad news. I want to share with you this news so that you can be praying, as I am, for Zameka.

Zameka is a 10-year-old girl who has been attending the orphan support group for quite some time now (pictured above). Though she is not an orphan (her father, Zita, is alive, but living with AIDS) she is in need of support, care, and is considered a "vulnerable child" in the community due to her family situation. This vulnerability became strikingly evident as I learned this morning that she has been recently raped multiple times by a man in his late 20's who lives down the street from them. Apparently, this man had called Zameka to his home and given her money to go and buy cigarettes for him. Upon returning from the store, he locked her in his home and raped her. From what we can gather from Zameka it sounds like this has happened about three times. It was Friday morning that Zameka's aunt discovered that this was happening (she found blood in Zameka's underwear and noticed that she was suddenly very timid and uncomfortable when bathing). Zameka tried to hide what had been happening until she finally broke down and told the truth, explaining to her aunt that this man threatened to kill her if she told anyone about what was going on between them.

I feel sick. I am so angry. This is a precious girl who I have come to love dearly and now she is so hurt and possibly scarred for life because of the actions of a selfish man. I think of her poor father who is obviously so angry. He has been crying and in his brokenness trying to figure out how to deal with the rage that consumes him. A neighbor found a gun in his home and was quick to remove it as she feared Zita was planning revenge. I think of how hurt and angry our Father in heaven must be to see his daughter being abused and scarred in this way.

Zameka's aunt has turned this man into the police and they are going to a preliminary court meeting today. The fear is that he will be released back into the community until the official trial or court hearing is scheduled. Zameka is understandably very scared. She has been to the clinic and will hopefully be receiving medication for the next month which has been shown to prevent the transmission of HIV/AIDS. We don't know the status of the man who raped her, but are concerned that he may have AIDS. Zameka will also be receiving counseling from the Red Cross.

Please pray for Zameka. Pray for her healing. Pray for her father, Zita, and that he will be able to deal with his rage in a healthy way. Pray for justice to be done in this situation. Pray for the safety of Zameka and her family as we don't know if this man will be held in custody or not. Please pray that Zameka would not be overcome with fear but would be experience the deep love of her heavenly Father and a peace that passes all understanding.

Discouragement and Hope --

It is amazing to me how many ups and downs I experience each week. I have such a sense of hope at times, then I feel knocked down by depression or discouragement. I may feel helpless and overwhelmed at times due to the immense pain and suffering in Philippi but before too long I experience a joy and peace in God as He reminds me of His sovereignty.

This Week:

Discouragement--

1. Holding little Sinoxolo at orphan support group last week and hearing her raspy breathing and seeing her lack of energy. I am so hurt and angry that she was born with AIDS and has never had a chance to live a normal, healthy, life. She didn't choose all of this, and never did anything to deserve such a painful life. It just doesn't seem fair! I get so sad (and sometimes even mad) seeing her suffer and seeing her thin frame struggling to participate in activities with the other kids. Please continue to pray for Sinoxolo's emotional and spiritual health.

2. Melikaya. "Meli" is a 14 year-old boy who has been attending our orphan support group. He is not an orphan, however. He was asked to join the group because his mom is currently dying of HIV/AIDS and it was thought that the support of the other kids would be good for him during this hard time. He has been feeling a lot of pressure lately, especially financial pressure, as he tries to sort out where money for schooling, food, and clothes will come from. His mom is obviously unable to work at this stage. Recently he approached Matthew, one of the other staff members, with tears in his eyes asking for some money for schooling. My heart just goes out to him, as no child should have to carry such weight and responsibility, especially while trying to deal with his mothers impending death. Please pray for Meli's heart and mind as he deals with such a tough situation. Please pray for the finances of this family and for wisdom and strength for Meli.

3. Break-in. Last night our "Kombi" (VW van) got broken into. We were parked at a friends house and someone broke the window of the van and attempted to remove the CD/stereo system. The alarm started going off and this must have caused the person to run. It was scary to go out and see the shattered window and the CD system pulled half-way out. Nothing else was stolen, and the window is easily replaceable, but I still felt angry and a bit scared. I guess it served as a great reminder that South Africa is not safe and I have to be more careful and aware than I would be at home. Please pray for our safety (especially as we travel in and out of Philippi)

Hope

1. Sinoxolo's smile. AIDS has not totally prevented Sinoxolo from experiencing joy and happiness. Her smile is a source of inspiration and joy in my life. This past Friday I found a huge ring of keys that lies around in the church where we meet for orphan support group. I took one of the keys from the giant key ring and gathered Sinoxolo up in my arms and pretended to be "unlocking" her from the side-- all the while purposefully tickling her with the tip of the key. We laughed together as she grabbed the keys from my hand and fought to keep me from getting them back. Eventually, she just rested in my arms and was content just laying there for about 15 minutes. She doesn't speak much English, and my Xhosa is very limited, so we didn't talk much, but yet shared a lot in that time. I was thankful for those moments with her.

2. Poetry by Melikaya. I was so touched and encouraged to read the following poem that Melikaya wrote to his mother. It is clear there is a deep love in that relationship. I praise God for that love!

Loving You Mom

"As I walked one morning
I heard people talk and talk
And never say a word
Some people look at you
And the birds begin to sing

Some people laugh and laugh
And yet you want to cry
Some people touch your hand
And love fills your heart

I'll love you Mom, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet
And the river jumps over mountains
And the birds sing hosanna

I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and the rain is dry
And the seven stars of love
Is shining like your heart."

3. God is good! I am so thankful that He is in control and that he is our ever-present and eternal HOPE in the midst of hard and discouraging situations. I am sometimes amazed at how much he cares for us. I think of the Psalmist who wrote, "Who am I that you would be mindful of me?" He created the heavens, yet cares about the smallest details and concerns in our lives. Wow!

Thank you for your continued prayers.

Love,

Jen