This morning
left us emotionally drained as we experienced the love and grace of God and the
Disciples of Christ in the DRC. We got a
rare opportunity this morning to worship with our brothers and sisters in
Africa and were blessed as they warmed up to us.
What started
out (from our perspective) as a church service with visitors on the front row
turned into warm interactions and welcoming acts by the Congolese. We are truly blessed to be on this
journey. After the congregation found
their groove with us, they began videoing and taking pictures of us; just as we
were videoing and shooting pictures of them.
We knew we were a part of the service when one soloist looked and sang
his heart out right into our camera.
This was followed by the praise band leader singing and videoing me at
the same time while I was videoing him videoing me and singing. Did you follow all of that?
We talked
about these things over lunch and realized how lucky we are to have shared the
experience of this powerful church service.
And as the day went on we began to see more and more of the both the
Congolese spirit and the abject poverty that many of them are trapped in.
Our first
stop of the afternoon was at a Red Cross well dug many years ago. Carmen and Jacques wanted to see how the well
was constructed. Immediately upon us
getting out of our vehicles we were met with both open arms and
skepticism. While some of the adults
kept their distance or kept their guard up in conversations with Rev. Bonanga,
his staff, Jacques and Carmen, the children wanted nothing more than to see us,
touch us, talk to us.
I truly do
understand the way some adults might feel.
As David Owen said, “What would you think if a tour bus of foreign
visitors stopped in front of your house and walked into your yard critiquing
your landscaping?” In a country where
the Europeans took advantage of the natural resources and the people for
centuries and then just left. I get it.
But the next
generation doesn’t see it that way.
Maybe they are too young to understand; maybe they just don’t care about
the past. It really doesn’t matter
though. When your entire team is
surrounded by 40 or 50 people in a matter of minutes, and all the children want
is to see you and touch you, you MUST respond.
And boy did
we! Gwen, Lisa and Janet were holding
babies or holding children hands.
Pictures were taken of the children and then shown to them getting
laughter and excitement in return. Steve
Hanson pulled laminated pictures of Oklahoma out of his backpack and began showing
them to the children and a few curious adults.
He would probably still be there tomorrow with our female teams talking
to the locals, hugging them or just holding hands; anything to show love and
hope to the Congolese.
This well
was clearly contaminated when we looked into the well from above. There were flip-flops floating on the surface
of the water. We also found a latrine
located within 65 feet of the well.
Seems pretty hopeless; yet Carmen saw potential if it could be sanitized
and retrofitted to stop the contaminates from being introduced from above.
Our second
stop was at Disciples of Christ church further down the road from the Red Cross
well. This is to be the site of our
second well drilling we will use to train the local drill team. The church itself is a thatched roof building
with wooden poles cut from the surrounding forest and smaller sticks standing
vertically and connected loosely together to form the back wall of the church
and the floor is dirt. Three sides were wide open to the elements.
Along with
the church was an elementary school that currently has over 300 students. The school buildings are constructed much as
the church is but with four walls made of sticks. There actually were similar walls inside
separating classrooms. Two outdoor
latrines constructed with stick and grass panels, but no roof, sat just behind
the building for the students and teachers to use.
Think about
this for a minute. Dirt floors, walls
made of sticks and a thatch roof made of palm leaves. This
is the opportunity of a lifetime for these children and they ARE taking
advantage of it. The DOC church is building another building similar to the
first to ease the overcrowding. Think of
how much more these kids can learn,
and what the future holds for this country, if they aren’t thirsty
anymore or aren’t missing class anymore from water-borne illnesses.
Third
stop: A well further out than both of
the first two. As we were approaching
this site we passed 20 or so termite mounds; some more than 20 feet high. Just another amazing site on our adventure. When we turned into the driveway (yes I said
driveway) of the home where this well is located, we were awestruck with how
nicely maintained everything was. The
driveway was actually a patch of dirt trimmed into a neat rectangle
approximately 20 feet wide by 60 feet long.
The small house just beyond the drive was made of clay bricks with a corrugated
tin roof. The grass (actually it looked
like crabgrass) was short and a vegetable garden surrounded by a stick fence
was beside the house.
The well
itself was nicely maintained and it was obvious that if there was a well in
this area that was not contaminated we had found it. The value of seeing this site was that we
were able to look inside the nearly four foot well and see the geologic
formations of the area. The well was not
lined (encased) in any way, so we could see the various rock formations, giving
us high hopes for where we would be drilling well number two.
Next up was
the site for well number one which will be at the church we attended this
morning; Mbandaka Three. The people
(including the minister of the church’s family) that live next to the church
must walk nearly one quarter mile to get water each day. The well is located in a neighborhood called
Bocatola which is the site of Habitat For Humanity’s first project.
We learned
quite a bit about ground conditions at this well also. The top 12 feet or so is sand which presents
a unique set of problems when drilling.
This is a completely different scenario than well site two which will be
a great learning experience for the drill team.
As we walked
both to and from this well a group of children shouted at Steve and he very
quickly went to the compassionate mode.
Several of the kids were counting in English “One, two, three, four,
five.” Steve would then give them a
high-five and everyone would cheer. On
the way back from the well, these same kids all counted from six to ten for
Steve and the response as you might expect was the same.
I’ll save
the last stop on our tour today for another blog. This stop was six miles from the church in a
town called Bolenge where we saw a spring and a well. It deserves a blog of its own since there is
tremendous significance for Disciples 4 Water.
Wonder if those kids at Mbandaka III learned those Numbers from listening in to English classes in February?
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