A journal of our adventures in Johannesburg (nicknamed Joburg) Africa from January of 2014 through July of 2015 while preparing for and serving as senior Church Education System (CES) missionaries for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Clouds Johannesburg Style
We have had quite a bit of rain lately so there have, of course, been lots of clouds. I'm not sure if it's the fact that there is a lot of moisture everywhere or if maybe these clouds build up over the ocean and come in, but in any case, Johannesburg gets some pretty dramatic clouds.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Elder Davie Walking His Elephant
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Monday, February 24, 2014
A Weekend of Learning
Our weekend was a busy one and a good one. We visited this
institute class on Saturday morning at 8:00 when most young people would prefer
to be asleep. They live in old Johannesburg in a very low economic area, and
the teacher and all but one of the students were immigrants from French
speaking countries. They spoke heavily accented English and we had to listen
carefully, but the comments from both teacher and students were humbling. They
spoke of challenges that make many we experience seem like small
inconveniences. The students were searching and hoping for jobs, dreaming of
getting an education, doing whatever they can and relying on faith that their
lives can be better.
The instructor said that his family came to Johannesburg to
try to get work but they were unemployed for many months. They had little food
and slept on the floor with no mattress.
He finally got a job that didn’t pay much but was grateful to work into
something a little better. His wife looked
for a job for two and a half years before she found one six months ago. Now he
says that her starting time is 7:00a, but he said she is there every day at
6:00a. He said that is how you know if someone has really worked for a job.
They would always be there early no matter what the situation; the person who
was given the job might show up a half hour late. He talked a little about
political situations and of not having freedom. He gave the example of many
black people who “ran away” as he put it, during apartheid, but were now having
trouble getting back into the country. He counseled his students to never run
away and to never complain even if they are hungry—and he didn’t mean if you
missed lunch—he meant really hungry. We
complain over so little sometimes.
We went from Johannesburg to an outlying city called Cosmo City. It is also very low income housing, but not as compact. Cosmo City is a small branch and they meet in what they call a “container chapel” which is several mobile home type classrooms put together. We were supposed to visit a seminary class at 2:00p but we discovered it wouldn’t be held because of a stake girls’ camp. Since our 4:00p visit was in the same place, we just waited and watched some amazing birds in the field near the chapel. A little before 4:00p, the instructor showed up which was great, but then African time began. He explained that some of the class members were gone to help with girls camp, but said a few were coming and that he would go pick up one of the class members “right over there.” We thought he was pointing to some nearby houses, but then he disappeared into a field and we watched his white shirt until he was at least half a mile away at which time he disappeared behind some trees and was gone a very long time. About fifteen minutes later, two young men showed up for the class but then one said that he was going to go pick up another one. They also disappeared down the same path. Finally the instructor came back alone—the girl had to work and could not be at class. We waited until almost an hour past starting time and then said we would visit at another time. As we were pulling out of the church, we could see the other young men coming in the distance. J
Today we went to another outlying village called Ennerdale.
They also meet in a “container chapel”, but it looked like they were about to
outgrow it as every chair was filled in sacrament meeting. I would guess there
were at least a hundred members there. A nice thing about the Ennerdale Branch is
that they have a really nice garden that helps feed the needy members. It also
gives them a place to work if they are receiving church assistance. Except for
difference in skin color, it could have been a sacrament meeting anywhere in
the states. The girls had just returned from girls’ camp and talked about their
experiences through a few tears, after which the high councilor spoke
encouraging members to attend the temple. The YSA meeting was well conducted
and well taught; 16 in attendance. The youth here are really sharp. Young Women’s
meeting was just like home—music, theme, some giggles, and a lot of
participation from a bunch of cute girls. They had won a trophy at girls’ camp
for the best skit and they were pretty excited about that.
After the meeting, a young man was baptized in a brick font
that has been built in the center of their courtyard. When he bore his
testimony he said that his conversion began with a knock on the missionaries
door. I thought he had made a mistake and meant that it began when the missionaries
knocked on his door. But no, he went on to say that when the missionaries moved
to his neighborhood, he knocked on their door to ask them “what they were
about.” When they explained a little, he asked them if they could teach him.
Those were probably happy missionaries! But we have found that people are very
open here, we have received several missionary referrals that we got just by
talking to people in the stores, and we’ve also given out a bunch of pass along
cards; 16 so far. The people who take them are sincere—they ask questions and
want to know if we have a website and make sure that we have their addresses
correct. It seems there really are a lot of people looking for the gospel here
in Africa.
Friday, February 21, 2014
High Security
If you had magnified the picture that I took of Frank and I in front of the place that we live, you would see that the fencing has very wicked looking barbs at the top to keep intruders from climbing it. There are a lot of variations of this and many properties use tightly looped concertina wire. This is the view out of our front door. It is taken through
the bars on our door that lock securely outside of our locked door. Similar
bars are on all of the windows. Outside, the entire property, including the
owners’ house has either this mason fence that is from seven to eight feet high or the barbed bars shown. Atop either is another three feet or so of electrical fence. In addition to
that is a security system that alarms when someone walks near—like us when we
are going to our car in the morning. The owner says that he would rather be
safe and sorry and I don’t blame him. He has a beautiful wife and four precious
children. Our 15 year-old neighbor told us that she had heard that in the
states houses weren’t even fenced; that was remarkable to her. Almost every
house in the neighborhood is like this, except a few for which the house itself
becomes a fortress in the front, but the back is fenced in a similar way. I
would have thought with the country’s history that it would be only the
affluent that uses such security measures, but even away from the city, very
modest homes are surrounded by fencing and concertina. Of course the
shantytowns aren’t fenced; buildings there are so dense that it would be impossible
to know where to fence if they could. I wonder if such high security is a habit
that has persisted from a time when there were riots and bloodshed or if
statistics still warrant them. In any case, while we are here we feel securely
secure.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Making Progress
Now that we are getting at least a partial grasp on who, when and where, we have begun to visit classes and get to know teachers better. We have already conducted three inservice meetings, separated by three areas of the stake, again because of distances. Two were well attended but it seems there must have been some confusion of times for one groups because we only had three at a meeting that our coordinator said is usually very well attended. In any case, we met a lot of the teachers but not all, so that is part of our task right now. We have visited three classes and will visit three more on Saturday. We may not be able to visit all because they are in homes in very early hours or in less safe areas where we wouldn't visit at the times scheduled, but we'll certainly get to all we can. On Sundays we will also attend young single adult and youth classes so that will give us a chance to get to know the youth of the area. Africa is statistically a very young country, in large part because of the massive aides epidemic that left many children parentless. So the church is very young too, and that is probably a big reason for their emphasis of seminaries and institutes.
Another problem caused by distance is getting the materials that teachers need. The new curriculum for teacher inservice and for students themselves is wonderful, but all of the manuals and supportive materials were quickly distributed at the beginning of the year (January for them) and now teachers are asking for manuals for students or or the Gospel Teaching and Learning manual for themselves and we aren't able to provide them. The same with scripture mastery cards, training DVD's and other supplemental materials. They are ordered but mail is very slow in coming I guess.
There are so many things we just take for granted living in the US that become obstacles in other places, but the people are very patient so I guess they must be used to it. We're making progress, but we, the Americans, would like to get them all materials they need completely and efficient, but I guess we will learn to be patient too :)
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Street Corner Vendors & Beggars
On almost any corner or intersection in Johannesburg and
surrounding area, you will see street corner vendors trying to sell their wares
or in some way get you to give them money. There are also a lot of people begging. Among the lower class, unemployment
is high in Africa and people do whatever they can to feed themselves. We were
instructed to absolutely not open our windows to buy from them or give them
money so we try not to make eye contact at all. This of course feels rude and
stingy, but since we want to come home safely, we are following all the safety
cautions. It is interesting, however, to see what a variety of things people do
or sell. Some you would expect, like signs asking for help and people selling
newspapers or distributing flyers. A lot of them are dressed in bright orange
jumpers and often have signs that they wear on their heads. One young man was
expertly doing back handsprings in the center divider and especially hard to
ignore was an older man with palsy, whose body was so twisted that it was hard
to see how he could keep his balance to walk along asking for money. Last night, we were driving home in the dark from a chapel on a heavily traveled separated highway with three lanes on each side. Twice we stopped at lights and saw beggars one sitting and one kneeling in the dark in the middle of the lanes!!! That was really crazy.
Sunglasses are offered in a lot of places, as
are phone adaptors. I’ve seen a couple of men with toys that they built—one was
an intricate aluminum contraption that walked along in front of him, probably
pushed along with a wire. Another man had a few beautifully made propeller
airplanes made out of what looked like used foam core political posters. I
thought of a few grandsons who would love the airplanes! Many different foods
are offered too—beautiful mangos, yellow plums, stocks of bananas, bags of
potatoes and corn, either fresh or roasted right on the side of the road. Interestingly,
if you get out of the city, corn often grows unfenced and right on the side of the
road, but we are told that people know exactly who each section belongs to. Probably
the two most interesting vendors that I have seen were a man with a large fish impaled
on a crooked stick so that it would jut out into the road, and another man with
a lot of paint rollers, lying either on the grass or raised on poles. The
rollers weren’t new; they looked like he had gathered them from building sites
and then washed them thoroughly so that he could re-sell them. You have to give
the people credit for the ingenuity and determination but for at least some of them, I would wish for a safer way for them to do it.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Our Weekend
Our weekend was a working weekend. We studied and prepared
on Saturday morning for an in-service for seminary and institute teachers in
the Johannesburg I and Johannesburg 2 wards. We left early to make sure we
could find the chapel and it was a good thing because it took a while and was
in a difficult place to find. The “Joburg” building, if I understood correctly
was the first large meetinghouse built in Johannesburg and at one time was the
stake center. As in many large cities, the affluent population has long ago
moved to the suburbs so the buildings that now surround the chapel are high-density
housing and inner city businesses. The chapel is still beautiful though and you
could see that it was a refuge to the members of the two wards who attend there.
Even on a Saturday, it was busy with various meetings and with members coming
in and out. The feeling in the in-service meeting would be impossible to put
into words. All of the teachers were there and all participated with such
powerful testimonies of the work that they are doing with the youth. Not only
were the teachers present, but both bishops were present, one in his
traditional dress, which I loved. Both bishops are such powerful leaders and so
dedicated to the youth in their wards. Our CES director also came and took a
small part of the meeting. The more I am around him the more impressed I am. He
is such a wise man and in all of my experience with teachers, I have never seen
a better teacher. Sunday, we attended an outlying ward where we spoke in sacrament
meeting about the Seminary and Institute programs. The bishop also spoke to
encourage his youth and he is also an impressive leader. The same is true of
the people who led and/or taught the Young Single Adult meeting and other
meetings we attended. The picture above is of a young sister who so skillfully
taught the Relief Society lesson on families even though she herself is not yet
married.
It has been only two weeks and we are already in awe of the
members here and of their great spirits. It is evident that we are here to
support the work they are doing and not to show them how to do it. So to any of
you who are thinking of serving a couples mission, here are some thoughts:
- If you think that you are coming on a mission because your are a great teacher with much knowledge to impart, prepare instead to be taught
- If you think that your area of service will suffer without your great leadership experience, prepare to learn true leadership from great men and women who show the way with wisdom and love.
- If you think that you will go to a foreign land and show them how the church should operate, prepare to have hear them not just explain the programs of the church, but to live their underlying doctrines and principles, sacrificing so much more than we do to do so.
- If you think that your great insight will allow you to explain how church members can solve their problems, prepare to watch as they brilliantly map their own destiny, overcoming great obstacles that might have defeated you. Prepare to be grateful if they let you be a part of their progress.
- If you are a senior missionary thinking of coming on a mission, don’t come thinking that they won’t be perfected without you, but that you might not be perfected without them. Prepare yourself to be humbled, to gain knowledge, to understand wisdom, to learn patience, to be challenged, to be grateful, to be happy and to be amazed.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Valentines Day at Lion Park
For Valentines Day, we went to the Lion Park. On it's
website, Lion Park describes itself as
"focusing on the well-being of the various species, in particular the
endangered Wild Dog, the rare White Lion and Cheetah. We are neither a game
reserve or a Zoo, but rather a breeding ground and sanctuary for important
species." It is listed as one of the one hundred tourist destinations in
the world by Newsweek magazine.
For this destination it was the Zamora
family’s turn to accompany us on this outing. Eva and Ella were excited because
they both love animals. For most of the shots of the family with the animals I
had to resort to Photoshop because neither the park rangers or the animals
themselves were keen to my setting a PegBuddy anywhere near them (not to mention
my hand or myself J
Ella was not worried about dangerous predators (she has probably
watched too many animal trainer movies) We were lucky to see this one walking
around because they usually sleep in the mornings.
Eva found Timon and they became immediate friends.
Melanie was being a little silly riding the emus around. They are
quite a bit smaller than their cousin the ostrich and apparently not dangerous
because they wandered around like chickens pecking at the grass.
Kilo stayed busy visiting with the wild African dogs. They are
actually more endangered than most of the endangered animals we hear about. The
guide said there are only about 200 of them left.
This one of Ella really was taken by the baby lions because we
were allowed, a few at a time, to go in and pet them. It was mid morning so
they were very sleepy.
One of several of the deer family we saw. This one is an impala;
we also saw gazelles, springboks and some others.
A mama zebra with her baby
And me with some baby lions—if I go back next year I won’t visit
them :)
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