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Livraria Evangélica

Steve and I have been on the board of a non-profit local CLC Christian bookstore for many years. For most of that time it has been an advisory board which meets 1-2 times a year. Lately, however, I have been getting more involved in the nitty gritty daily affairs.

 

A young man managed the store for a long time and the great thing was that he was very honest. The downside was that he didn’t want to go out to churches, conferences and seminaries to promote the store. After the store moved, many people no longer knew where to find it. The regional director was very frustrated but felt she couldn’t find anyone as honest as him. We know a young lady who loves marketing, is very honest and loves God and suggested her. A year later she came on board.

There was no handover so she is figuring things out as she goes. One of the huge challenges is termites! The wooden shelves are full of them and they are in termite heaven in a bookstore. All that paper, all that wood, yum, yum (and no apologies from them)! Many of the books have been damaged and the shelves are a loss. Used metal shelves are being donated in England and will be put on a container to send here but that will take awhile. In the meantime we need to figure out what to do so that all the books are not eaten before we can sell them.

I have been helping a bit with book tables at community fairs and meetings. It is great to get out and meet people who have been looking for the store, or for a place to buy Christian literature. Please pray for success as it is the only evangelical bookstore ministry in the country (there is also a small branch in Beira).

A Pig in a What and She Bought What?

Life in Africa has been more about travels these last 3 months than about being in one place, which has been Maputo.  We hope that this does not represent a trend that continues for too long into the future.  That said, Steve will be traveling extensively until we go on home leave starting June 20.  After April 7, he will be in Zambia twice, Eastern DRC, Rwanda (just passing through) Kenya and South Sudan.

While our previous blog focused on N. America visits, this one is for Mozambique.  The week after Rachel got back from the US, she went to the village and Steve went to Maxixe to visit the coconut oil factory.  On the way home, I, Steve took a bus that was not too full of people, but was certainly packed with goods.  One of those items was a live pig.  You have probably heard of people transporting live chickens on the bus, where the old lady had one in her basket, or there is a crate of them you have to climb over in the aisle. 

Well this was a pig.  Ok, granted I did not know it was on the bus because they had stowed it down below in a separate compartment.  Its legs were tied and it stayed quiet until they picked it up to toss in onto the side of the road.  You might imagine the pig squeals that the handling and tossing of a trussed up pig can elicit.  Well it certainly got my attention in the middle of Maputo. 

 

Rachel in the meantime, was having her own adventure.  She decided to buy a bunch of bananas from the agriculture association in Mohambe. Ok, I said, no problem.  No, she said, a whole bunch, like the whole thing that hangs on the tree!.  Really? Who is going to eat them since I am traveling next week.  Oh, they are green so it will take them a while to ripen.  Yes, but they will all ripen at once!  Now for the true African, Oh-o-O-o-O! (the 5 syllable, drawn out version meaning “really?”, or “I see, so that is how it is!”)  

The solution was obviously to cut them off the stalk and offer them to our work mates at a reasonable price.  Now Rachel only has about 20 bananas to eat (but they will still all get ripe around the same time).  Bananas, anyone?

 

Rachel here - Actually I was just trying to help my friend Rosalia (below) with some sales. So I brought a crate and a half of tomatoes, and some huge, delicious papayas that you cannot find in the city. Our friends at work would have liked even more produce.

 

 

 

 

 

 

While we're talking about trees and fruit - has anyone ever seen anything like this fruit below?

 I certainly haven't!

 

 



Visit to the U.S. to Meet the New Grandbabies

Last year when we learned that two of our children would have children within a month of each other we decided it would be a good time to use our Delta miles. It was a very special family time and we are grateful that we could go.


On our first stop we met Oliver who was just getting out of the hospital for the second time since birth. He had RSV and was in NICU on oxygen for more than a week. We are so thankful that he is healthy again.

It was great to spend time with Oliver's older sister, Sophia. She loves books, her babies, and she has learned some signs to communicate, such as "more" with a pleading look in her eyes!

 

 

From their house we drove 1.5 hours to our daughter's home. (Isn't it nice that they live close together? It made it very convenient for us.) Joanna was due in about a week but I assumed she would be early since I always was. Wrong. Miss Evelyn decided to wait for another week and a day after her due date. But she came at just the right time and it was a privilege to be with Joanna and Keith during her labor and delivery. Keith did a great job of telling Joanna vivid stories every time she had a contraction to distract her from the pain. The nurses were all talking about this natural birth and how beautiful it was. Evy is an answer to prayer and we thank God for her.

 

 

 

 

 


Before I came back to Moz I visited Janelle and David at their new home which I hadn't seen yet. They live in a winter wonderland on a wooded lot. This year the snowfall record was broken so you know they have had a wild winter! Thankfully it was fairly calm when I was there.

When I landed in Maputo it was a bit of a shock to breathe the warm, humid air. But I've adapted and now the seasons are starting to change as we head toward Fall.

Thank you, God, for a time to be with our growing family at such an important time. Thank you for our two homes and the ability to travel fairly quickly between them and for your provision.

"For the Lord is good and His love endures forever; His faithfulness continues through all generations." Ps. 100:5

Boas Saidas e Boas Entradas

We had a very restful end of the year. Our preference would have been spending it with family but the next best thing was to find some beautiful spots in Mozambique. So we went to the beach!

Our friends Rachel and Natasha joined us for a few days.

After the beach we headed to Swaziland to a lodge on a working farm.

 

 

 

Here is the view off our front porch.



One evening we saw an incredible sunset that lasted for about a half hour.

 

We went for many walks around the farm, usually accompanied by the farm dogs. Unfortunately the ticks found us. Rachel got African tick bite fever a week later but thankfully Steve didn't get it, because he's already had it and is immune to the fever. With the help of some antibiotics and God's healing, Rachel is fine now.

 

After one day at home to catch my breath it was on the road again. This time I accompanied the WR Africa directors to a working retreat. I helped organize the logistics and this bus was a huge answer to prayer when we were down to the wire.

 

It's back to the beach again!
 

The sunrises were awesome!



Of course we spent most of our days inside this room and only got to enjoy the beach on our breaks.



The last evening we had a very meaningful time of communion and hand washing.

On the last day of our retreat we visited the villages where WR works and this church leader's training.
One of these women, Carlota said,

 "We used to think about the life to come but not how to live in this world.

Now we know it's not only important to come to church but how to care for my family. We had to find the African God who cares for us and is stronger than the witchdoctor."

Carlota is conveying the lessons and stories she is learning to five other people in her church.

 

 

We also made a home visit to Rosaria. She was full of rage after her husband abandoned her. After she started attending WR church partners trainings she realized she needed to forgive him. God has done many things for Rosaria. She is now a leader in the agriculture association and in her church. 

The verses Rosaria wanted us to read:
Oh, give thanks to the Lord!
Call upon His name;
Make known His deeds among the peoples!
Sing to Him, sing psalms to Him;
Talk of all His wondrous works!
Glory in His holy name;
Let the hearts of those rejoice who seek the Lord!
Seek the Lord and His strength;
Seek His face evermore!
Remember His marvelous works which He has done.
I Chron. 16:8-12a

 

Merry Christmas

Life in Maputo is quickly slowing down as many foreigners head home for the holidays. The end of December and January is like August in Europe. Even the restaurants close! I guess you can't blame them for wanting some time off too. We will be around and are looking forward to some extended beach time with friends.

We have written a December newsletter which you will find on the sidebar at the right of the webpage.

I've been enjoying these pictures taken by my talented brother, Galen.

Have a blessed Christmas and New Year 2014!

Trekking in Chitipa

Last month I traveled to Malawi to visit a World Relief agriculture pilot project.  Rachel and I had been there a couple of times in the past to work with the WR team and look at the agriculture programs with small farmers, but this is a new project with daisy flowers to produce pyrethrum.  This is a natural pesticide that is used in many insect sprays.

I flew into Lilongwe, the capital, but then we had an 8 hour drive north to the district of Chitipa.  Malawi is not a big country comparatively speaking for Africa, but it is long, north to south.  Fortunately, the Chinese have been working on a new road that covers the last 90 kilometers to the provincial capital.  The road used to be so bad, it took 3-4 hours just to travel this distance.  Chitipa is at the end of the road, so for years it seems that nobody cared enough to keep the road repaired.

Day 2 - Our assignment was to look at the seedling nurseries for the daisies being grown by local farmers.  Well, to grow daisies and get good pyrethrum you need altitude and cooler weather which means, up the mountain we went.  We left early enough to beat the heat, or so I thought.

It was a good 30 minutes driving just to the first site.  We took the office manager Joseph with us as he had never been to the ag project sites.  He was in office clothes and street shoes, and so were the other three guys.  We picked up an overweight government agriculture extension agent along the way. 

Our first two sites were near a village so there was easy access.  At the third site, we parked along the edge of a road and hiked over the hill.  “You see the nursery over there?” one of the guys asked.  Hmm, quite a hike and the hillside was pretty steep.  Glad I had my tennis shoes on for that one.  It was challenging. 

(The field where we were headed is circled above.)

To get to the fifth site we drove through some remote territory and parked under a tree.  When we got out, one of the guys asked if I wanted to carry some water with me (it was a hint).  Nah, I thought I was ok.  We started walking and the trails were pretty level, but went on and on.  Then it got steep, going up and then way down.  Where is that nursery?  We have been walking 30 minutes.  It took another 10 minutes to arrive and inspect the nursery.  Our government friend was still with us. 

 

It is mid-day and the sun is hot, now to get back to the vehicle.  Another 40 minutes, climbing and walking on the baked trail, the insoles of my feet could really feel the heat!  I was surprised they were not blistered.  I was surprised the government guy made it.  We had to wait for him, but he survived.  Back at the hotel, there was no power and only a dribble of water, enough to rinse off and cool down a little.

Day 3 - The next morning there is no running water.  It seems that Chitipa is still the end of the road and when power cuts have to be made, those farthest away get cut first.  The development workers can scarcely do reports as there is not enough power to keep the computer batteries charged.  At least there is a bucket of water, but taking a bucket bath in the tiny shower stall is a new challenge. 

Looking at plant nurseries is still the main agenda, but not necessarily the most exciting thing in the world.  After all, they are all growing the same thing! 


Still there is the beauty of the mountains, seeing the unexpected, like a steep road, rough as a staircase and in the distance, the mountains of Tanzania.  Some people are surprised to see us too.  Some give gifts like tomatoes and onions, a bunch of bananas.  Ah, we enjoyed a salad for dinner, where rice and meat are what they normally serve.  Still no running water.

 

 Day 4 – Buckets baths again, but the promise of a shower tonight in Lilongwe.   We say goodbye to the team and hit the road for another 8 hours.  Some beautiful sights along the way, but it is still a long drive.  Back in the capital, the shower is wonderful!

Life in Moz

Instead of writing a lot, I'll post some pictures that will tell the story.

In September I went with a church partner team to a village for a week. One of the things they do is meet with a group of women for Bible studies. These women love to sing and dance. Here they are doing a circle dance. This short clip of Sunday morning singing at a church I visited once will give you a taste of their beautiful singing and dancing.

After the singing and dancing they sit on reed mats on the floor. I cannot sit like this but they do it for long periods of time.

When we walked in the village the kids were like magnets, running to play with the visitors. Scott, pictured here, loved to play, even making angels in the sand.

This is one of the cooks, Odete, in the kitchen. What they deliver from this simple kitchen, cooking over charcoal and wood is yummy!

These three amazing women, Imeldina, Angelica and Isabel work in the village full time. Imeldina and Angelica work with kids' clubs and Isabel works with discipleship groups. Angelica and Isabel leave their families from Monday to Friday to minister in Chaimite.


I also had a great getting to know Amy and Jenn, the only women on this team. As you can see, they enjoy life and we had good times together.

Back on the home front we did some home improvement projects. If you know us, you know we've done plenty of that in our lives. The back porch of this house was turned into a small kitchen but still had the top of one wall with chicken wire which was letting in lots of mosquitoes and other bugs. We decided to sew a tarp on to the wire. So Steve made a needle out of wire and found some string and we were in business. The only problem was that it was 10 ft off the floor in the kitchen and much higher on the other side! I stepped on the top rung of a high ladder and lifted my hands way up to sew the top. Steve was on the other side and ended up sitting on top of the door. We were both glad to be done about an hour later.

We are in the planning stages of building some cupboards, counters and moving the sink to the room that was originally the kitchen but then turned into a bedroom. We'll keep you posted.

This past weekend we had a great time at an AP Seminar. Many people were deeply touched by God and it was exciting to be part of the process. Saturday the temperature was 109 F and wouldn't you know, the power was out most of the day. Thankfully a generator kept the fans and the video going and it was cooler inside than out which was like an oven. God's grace is sufficient for every situation.

A Life Remembered - Maynard Good

Steve's father, Maynard Good, passed away a couple of days after suffering a stroke. We quickly packed our bags and went to Indiana for a little over a week. It was a quick trip between the two worlds we inhabit and made our heads spin (and our bodies wonder whether we were coming or going). But it was a wonderful privilege to be able to spend time with the family and some of our friends to honor Maynard and say good-bye.  Below is a bio written by Steve's brother, Tom, and then a piece that Steve shared at the memorial service.

Maynard L. Good, 85, of Elkhart , died Mon., Aug. 19, 2013 at Elkhart General Hospital .  He was born March 6, 1928 in Elkhart to Jacob H. and Ada (Christophel) Good. He married Anna Ruth Nafziger on Aug. 17, 1952. She survives along with children, Stephen (Rachel) Good of Mozambique, Africa; Marilee (Ron) Diener, Deborah Good, Thomas (Annetta Borntrager) Good all of Goshen, John (Lori) Good of Fayetteville GA; brothers, Willard (Rose) Good of Ft. Scott. KS, Truman (Beverly) Good of Spencer,  TN; sisters, Doris (Kenneth) Shoemaker of Danvers, IL, Melba Miller of Denver, CO; 12 grandchildren; and 1 great-grandchild. He was preceded in death by a son, James Good.

Maynard was a memorable, musical and missional man. He knew a lot of people.  Having grown up in the area and having many early sales and delivery jobs, he was often a point of reference for the rest of the family when meeting new people.  His gift for salesmanship continued after he settled down at Spring Valley Ranch to grow and sell fruit, cider, sweet corn, potatoes and other produce.  He also had a mechanical bent and founded a business fabricating silage bag stuffers and grader boxes.  Most recently, he spent summers at the Blueberry Park selling organic blueberries to the community along with information about their health benefits.

Maynard was born into a family that loved to sing and make music.  One of his first purchases was a guitar that he taught himself to play.  He sang in quartets and choirs when he was younger and was chorister for Prairie Street for many years.  He also led his family in giving programs to area churches.  Table grace was almost always sung at family meals. 

Maynard was deeply involved in the life of the church as a Torch Bearer sponsor and Sunday School teacher,  He also had a deep concern for the unchurched and community.  He was a founder and the first president of Church Community Services. He supported MCC through service time in Puerto Rico in his 20’s and hosted trainees from other countries to live and work on the farm. He promoted the CROP walk for Church World Services.  He initiated a Saturday evening program for area children who often passed the church but never came in.

Maynard was a visionary man of simple faith.  He suffered a major stroke while resting the afternoon the blueberry patch closed for the season and passed peacefully two days later.  He is now with Jesus and we will miss him.  His family thanks you for your support and prayers.

 

 

A Life Remembered - By Steve

 

There is a lot to remember from 58 years of having a dad like Maynard Good.  He was “part chip off the old block” and part “they broke the mould after they were done” kind of guy.  Stepping into his crocs the morning after getting back to Elkhart reminded me that as “dad,” he was always sort of a half size larger than life and no one could ever quite fill his shoes.

Throughout my younger years and even more recently, I was always told, “You look just like your dad.”  While I could see and sense the resemblance, it always struck me with a mixture of pride, wonder and anxiety.  Was I really, “just like” him?  Well, not exactly, God has created each of us uniquely. 

 One of the things I learned late in life about myself is that I am a “learner and communicator.”  I doubt that Dad ever took the “strength finders” test to analyze his personal strengths.  However, as I reflected on what he was like as a person and father, I can now see those two strengths in his life too.  You did not have to know him for long to have him start telling you about something he learned about recently. 

 

Although he grew up in the city, he bolted from its shadow as soon as possible to work on the Ed Miller farm east of town.   He was a product of the “war years” educational system that was low on resources and let its students stay in school only half days as long as they could maintain at least a B average.  His motto would have been like Mark Twain’s who said, “I never let my schooling get in the way of my education.”  As a self employed dad, he taught me most of what I knew about farming and hard work.

He had a love for the land, the soil and the woods.  He loved to work it and feel it become productive under his hand.  To him, farming was not a job, it was a way of life and a lifestyle.  When he first started farming on his own, he once told me that he would wake up before sunrise and just wait for the sun to come up so he could go out and work.  Opportunity energized him and that is how he lived his life. 

He loved trying new things and meeting new people.  There were never any strangers in the room, just people he hadn’t met yet.  Those strengths served him well on his early bread and apple routes and farm markets; selling everything from stocks to specialty farm equipment, even blueberries.  

He was an optimist, visionary and pioneer.  Seldom discouraged, he was always thinking about new ideas and ways of doing things.  If it seemed remotely possible and piqued his interest, he was ready and willing to try it out.  If it didn’t work out, it was not hard for him to find the next thing to start thinking about. 

His love for the Lord, the church and music, coupled with his leadership gifts made him a natural worship leader and encourager of others to sing along.  He taught us kids to sing at the same time we learned to talk and attempted to mold us into a singing Von Trapp family.  He even risked bringing the first guitar into Prairie Street Mennonite, when it was still considered an instrument of the world.

 

Needless to say, he taught and instilled many of these same attributes into all of us as his sons and daughters, each in a different way.  Our lives will always be part of this godly legacy, product of his life and how he lived it.   

 

Masala Jam

One of the good things that happened when we went to the village was that we picked up some masala (or green monkey fruit in English)!  This is a fruit that grows on a low tree. The shell is very hard and is used for making maracas. The fruit grows around many seeds and is quite sour so people don't think too highly of masala. But we have discovered how to make it into a jam and it is Steve's favorite.

Here he is opening the hard shells with a machete. Throwing them on a concrete floor will also do the trick!

 

Next I scooped the insides out, added a bit of water and heated it all.

 

After that, the arduous task begins of removing the fruit from the seeds. Fingers seems to work best, at least we haven't figured out another way.

Then boil for 20 min., add a bunch of sugar (1.5 cups per 2 cups fruit) and boil 20 min. more.

 

Finally, Ta-Dah! it is done and ready for pancakes or bread.