Sunday, June 29, 2008
WOW-it seems like it has been forever since i have blogged, so here is a fast forward version of what has taken place over the last several days. First off we are no longer in Stellenbosch. We finished our gig with Habitat for Humanity last Wedensday. It was pretty sad to leave all of our friends behind. I'll never forget our homeownwer's smile as he told us how much of a blessing we had been to him in building him a home. Even though the house we gave his family is a small, humble, cinder block structure the size of some living rooms-he seemed to think it was a castle. He invited us back to stay with him whenever we come again-"that his heart and home will always be open." I will miss him dearly. I am also going to miss all of the Irish and South African's who built with us. We had to leave a day earlier than they and our goodbye consisted of us standing by the side of the road singing to them as they drove off in a bus (yes mom, I sang).
We then drove up the coast along what is known as "the garden route" for like 7 hours until we arrived at Plattenberg Bay where we were to stay just two nights. It was gorgeous-although it is nothing like the townships. It is a small ritzy coastal town where most of the people are substantially well off. It is crazy that if you drive down the road only 10 kilometers there are people living in wooden shacks and shanties. Why?
The first morning was absolutely amazing! Some of us drove to the Boulkrans and went bungy jumping off of the boulkran's bridge--the highest bungy jump in the world!!!! I didn't think that words could ever describe the feeling of hurling yourself off into nothingness and falling 216M (over 700feet!!) but I found one--crazycoolinsanesurrealterrifyingspectacularterrificiwantmymommysweetnessyeahbabyyeah!
I have to check the spelling though. I wish I could bottle up the feeling and bring it home so you all could have just a little taste. You only fall for like four or five seconds but it seems like sooo long. I was thinking "where's the rope! where's the rope! i'm gonna be the first to die on this thing! whooooaaaaa!!!" (Sorry i didn't tell you before grandma but I didn't want you to worry :)
Kaitlin decided to go sea kyaking with dolphins and i told her i wouldn't rub it in that she was a scaredy-cat and didn't jump so i won't say any more--YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE!!!
By the time we got back to the beach it was freezing cold out but that didn't stop Kali and I from taking advantage of perhaps our only opportunity to jump in the Indian Ocean (and no grandma Kali and I are not an item-just great friends--besides, you, mom , em and alise are the only women in my life so you can stop worrying). Everyone else was too chicken to go in and for good reason-for those of you who are under the impression that Sout Africa is always warm and that the water is warm and clear and balmy-FORGET IT! At least the equivalent of jumping into Puget Sound on like a forty-odd degree day with like a -10 degree wind chill factor! You think I'm exaggerating! Need i remind you that South Africa is the last counrty before ANTARCTICA! Yeah, you know, penguins and eskimos and forstbite and ice!Mine point is that it was a bit cold.
We left for Grahmstown the next morning and arrived after like a four hour bus ride. Since then we have seen a number of spectacular performances. Olivia, we saw the Romeo and Juliet African ballet and i thought of you--i admittedly was not very excited for it but it turned out to be pretty swell. We have also seen a number of productions documenting different eras of apartheid-my eyes have been thrown wide opened to the struggles of this nation and the scars remain everywhere.
Hey Michael Frank-I though of you today when i ate a huge plate of ribs with chips and onion rings. Just wanted to let you know. Can't wait for next year man!
I'm going to the market tomorrow to visit with people and hopefully buy some sweet African masks. Schoolwork had been overwhelming and i am surviving by the skin of my teeth.
Well, I had better write one of my five papers now-C-Ya all on the other side--of the Pacific that is.
jmm
We then drove up the coast along what is known as "the garden route" for like 7 hours until we arrived at Plattenberg Bay where we were to stay just two nights. It was gorgeous-although it is nothing like the townships. It is a small ritzy coastal town where most of the people are substantially well off. It is crazy that if you drive down the road only 10 kilometers there are people living in wooden shacks and shanties. Why?
The first morning was absolutely amazing! Some of us drove to the Boulkrans and went bungy jumping off of the boulkran's bridge--the highest bungy jump in the world!!!! I didn't think that words could ever describe the feeling of hurling yourself off into nothingness and falling 216M (over 700feet!!) but I found one--crazycoolinsanesurrealterrifyingspectacularterrificiwantmymommysweetnessyeahbabyyeah!
I have to check the spelling though. I wish I could bottle up the feeling and bring it home so you all could have just a little taste. You only fall for like four or five seconds but it seems like sooo long. I was thinking "where's the rope! where's the rope! i'm gonna be the first to die on this thing! whooooaaaaa!!!" (Sorry i didn't tell you before grandma but I didn't want you to worry :)
Kaitlin decided to go sea kyaking with dolphins and i told her i wouldn't rub it in that she was a scaredy-cat and didn't jump so i won't say any more--YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE!!!
By the time we got back to the beach it was freezing cold out but that didn't stop Kali and I from taking advantage of perhaps our only opportunity to jump in the Indian Ocean (and no grandma Kali and I are not an item-just great friends--besides, you, mom , em and alise are the only women in my life so you can stop worrying). Everyone else was too chicken to go in and for good reason-for those of you who are under the impression that Sout Africa is always warm and that the water is warm and clear and balmy-FORGET IT! At least the equivalent of jumping into Puget Sound on like a forty-odd degree day with like a -10 degree wind chill factor! You think I'm exaggerating! Need i remind you that South Africa is the last counrty before ANTARCTICA! Yeah, you know, penguins and eskimos and forstbite and ice!Mine point is that it was a bit cold.
We left for Grahmstown the next morning and arrived after like a four hour bus ride. Since then we have seen a number of spectacular performances. Olivia, we saw the Romeo and Juliet African ballet and i thought of you--i admittedly was not very excited for it but it turned out to be pretty swell. We have also seen a number of productions documenting different eras of apartheid-my eyes have been thrown wide opened to the struggles of this nation and the scars remain everywhere.
Hey Michael Frank-I though of you today when i ate a huge plate of ribs with chips and onion rings. Just wanted to let you know. Can't wait for next year man!
I'm going to the market tomorrow to visit with people and hopefully buy some sweet African masks. Schoolwork had been overwhelming and i am surviving by the skin of my teeth.
Well, I had better write one of my five papers now-C-Ya all on the other side--of the Pacific that is.
jmm
Sunday, June 22, 2008
JOSHUA MICHAEL MCCOY'S NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE!!!
First off, the title is a bit misleading. It makes it sound like I have had only one near-death experience while i have been here but in reality, with the way people drive here, any walk down the street is a near death experience. Also, forgive me if I have alread written about this but i don't really remember but i am too lazy to read my own blog (i hope it is good). Without further adiue ( i probably spelt that incorrectly) the other day while we were still in Cape Town i was taking a study break and just walking around the city. The wind wicked. It was so incredibly hard that people could not walk forward and would hide behind walls until it lessened up so they could move again! I was walking back through a place known as the Company Gardens when I heard this earsplitting CRACK! I turned around and saw this massive tree begin to fall and i saw this elderly lady sitting on a bench right under it with her two grandchildren so i dove and pushed them out of the way but the tree landed on me and broke my back but they took me to the hospital and I am better now. Ok ok, but really, a massive tree did fall right behind me and this Xhosa guy and i just looked at each other and then sprinted out of the park to avoid any other trees that had it in for us.
Working with Habitat has been wonderful yet a little bit frustrating. We have until Weds. to finish building our house but we have not yet been able to put in a full days work due to the rain. We would work through it but the problem is it keeps washing away all of the danga ( mortar) from in between the cinder blocks. Even so my group is the farthest along and we a re smoking Kali, Kaitlin, and Grant's groups--Haha all in fun. Lord willing we will be able to finish on time. Yesterday was Saturday and all of the kids were out of school and running all over around the worksight. i have never given so many piggyback rides in my life. There were always a minimun of three kids on our backs and a line of tons more kids waiting their turn. After building we played a futbol/soccer game with the Irish and South African s. Man they are good. I looked like I had three left feet out there compared to these guys (yes three). It was a blast!
What would Jesus do? My friend faced a moral dilemma that we have been discussing a lot lately. As we were leavin gthe township a guy probably in his 20's to 40's 9it was a little hard to tell) came up to my friend and started asking him for money. My friend could not give him any however b/c we don't usually bring our wallets to the build sites. The guy then just started pestering him for anything saying "i know you are rich just give me something, i know you are rich." My friend gave him his granola bar but the guy wouldn't leave and suddenly grabbed onto his jacket that my friend was holding on to and would not let go. I was looking on and my friend and i did not know what to do. This guy was wearing a coat...not a nice one but a warm one. this was my friend's only jacket and he kind of needed it for the build b/c of the rain. On the other hand he could proabably buy another one while there was probably no way this guy could afford one. Doesn't Jesus say something along the lines of if someone asks for your staff give him your coat as well? Does that apply to a $100. + North face jacket? And if he gives it too him won't that teach the guy that he can just take from people whatever he needs? What would Jesus do? What would you do? What would I do?
Love you all
josh
Working with Habitat has been wonderful yet a little bit frustrating. We have until Weds. to finish building our house but we have not yet been able to put in a full days work due to the rain. We would work through it but the problem is it keeps washing away all of the danga ( mortar) from in between the cinder blocks. Even so my group is the farthest along and we a re smoking Kali, Kaitlin, and Grant's groups--Haha all in fun. Lord willing we will be able to finish on time. Yesterday was Saturday and all of the kids were out of school and running all over around the worksight. i have never given so many piggyback rides in my life. There were always a minimun of three kids on our backs and a line of tons more kids waiting their turn. After building we played a futbol/soccer game with the Irish and South African s. Man they are good. I looked like I had three left feet out there compared to these guys (yes three). It was a blast!
What would Jesus do? My friend faced a moral dilemma that we have been discussing a lot lately. As we were leavin gthe township a guy probably in his 20's to 40's 9it was a little hard to tell) came up to my friend and started asking him for money. My friend could not give him any however b/c we don't usually bring our wallets to the build sites. The guy then just started pestering him for anything saying "i know you are rich just give me something, i know you are rich." My friend gave him his granola bar but the guy wouldn't leave and suddenly grabbed onto his jacket that my friend was holding on to and would not let go. I was looking on and my friend and i did not know what to do. This guy was wearing a coat...not a nice one but a warm one. this was my friend's only jacket and he kind of needed it for the build b/c of the rain. On the other hand he could proabably buy another one while there was probably no way this guy could afford one. Doesn't Jesus say something along the lines of if someone asks for your staff give him your coat as well? Does that apply to a $100. + North face jacket? And if he gives it too him won't that teach the guy that he can just take from people whatever he needs? What would Jesus do? What would you do? What would I do?
Love you all
josh
Thursday, June 19, 2008
RAIN RAIN GO AWAY
Hey all!
I'm not sure what the weather is where you are but i'm a little confused as to whether I am in Africa or Seattle right now--the wind and rain just keep on commin'. Anyway, we left Cape Town yesterday and arrived in Stellensbosch where we are building houses with Habitat for Humanity. Kali and I were pretty much Zombies after staying up all night the night before working on our papers but i got a lot of sleep last night to make up for it-it was heavenly. We are staying in the dorms at the University of Stellenbosch with a bucn of Irish students and a few from SA who are also helping out with the build. The Irish guys are a riot! They be's a bunch of bonnie lads and Ive been havin' a wee good time witdem. Aye and I 'm also pickin' up a wee bit of the North Ireland accent! At the dors they give us a wake up call at 6:30 and we need to shower, eat, and be on the buses and rollin' down the road by 8:00. We drive to a township called Mfuleni which is a good bit smaller than Khayalesha with a pop. of 25,ooo. My group is comprised of myself and Mia, a girl fro SPU, 2 chaps and a gal from Ireland, a few girls from university in Stellenbosch, a guy from Kansas, and the two builders and a couple of other volunteers who I don't really know yet. All in all I pretty much have the greatest crew ever. Our crew leader is a native Xhosa whose name is Rasta and who is pretty much one of the funniest guys on the planet! If he needs you to something he asks you to do it by thanking you before hand. Josh! Thank you for handing me that spade. Thank you for mixing more Danga (the mixture of concrete, water, and sand that we use to hold the cinder blocks together)! He's great. It was rainy and windy most of the day but it wasn't too difficult to stay warm as long as you kept working. When we stopped for lunch and tea however it was freezing! And no i didn't stutter we really did stop for tea-it was amazing. The tea was milk and water with sugar and a teabag (it was delicious--Olivia, knowiing how much you love tea I think you should really try it) and was accompanied by fatkeks which are like a bread that is a mix of a doughnut and indian fry bread---in a word it was pure bliss. Nzuko (probably just butchered that spelling0, the woman for whom we are building the home, has been waiting 13 years for a house. I guess the way that Habitat works is that the family must raise half of the money themselves. She does have a husband and a three year old son but the father is unemployed and we didn't see him at all. Work went great and the house is progressing quickly. Well, I must go b/c it is getting dark out and Kali and I need to make it back from the cafe we are in for lucnch--and we are supposed to be in groups of three after dark- Gotta Run-Bye
I'm not sure what the weather is where you are but i'm a little confused as to whether I am in Africa or Seattle right now--the wind and rain just keep on commin'. Anyway, we left Cape Town yesterday and arrived in Stellensbosch where we are building houses with Habitat for Humanity. Kali and I were pretty much Zombies after staying up all night the night before working on our papers but i got a lot of sleep last night to make up for it-it was heavenly. We are staying in the dorms at the University of Stellenbosch with a bucn of Irish students and a few from SA who are also helping out with the build. The Irish guys are a riot! They be's a bunch of bonnie lads and Ive been havin' a wee good time witdem. Aye and I 'm also pickin' up a wee bit of the North Ireland accent! At the dors they give us a wake up call at 6:30 and we need to shower, eat, and be on the buses and rollin' down the road by 8:00. We drive to a township called Mfuleni which is a good bit smaller than Khayalesha with a pop. of 25,ooo. My group is comprised of myself and Mia, a girl fro SPU, 2 chaps and a gal from Ireland, a few girls from university in Stellenbosch, a guy from Kansas, and the two builders and a couple of other volunteers who I don't really know yet. All in all I pretty much have the greatest crew ever. Our crew leader is a native Xhosa whose name is Rasta and who is pretty much one of the funniest guys on the planet! If he needs you to something he asks you to do it by thanking you before hand. Josh! Thank you for handing me that spade. Thank you for mixing more Danga (the mixture of concrete, water, and sand that we use to hold the cinder blocks together)! He's great. It was rainy and windy most of the day but it wasn't too difficult to stay warm as long as you kept working. When we stopped for lunch and tea however it was freezing! And no i didn't stutter we really did stop for tea-it was amazing. The tea was milk and water with sugar and a teabag (it was delicious--Olivia, knowiing how much you love tea I think you should really try it) and was accompanied by fatkeks which are like a bread that is a mix of a doughnut and indian fry bread---in a word it was pure bliss. Nzuko (probably just butchered that spelling0, the woman for whom we are building the home, has been waiting 13 years for a house. I guess the way that Habitat works is that the family must raise half of the money themselves. She does have a husband and a three year old son but the father is unemployed and we didn't see him at all. Work went great and the house is progressing quickly. Well, I must go b/c it is getting dark out and Kali and I need to make it back from the cafe we are in for lucnch--and we are supposed to be in groups of three after dark- Gotta Run-Bye
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Exhausted!
Hey everybody!
Wow i am tired. This last couple of days we have been swamped with schoolwork. Last night I didn't get to bed until four and had to wake up at seven to finish reading a book and tonight I have to write a paper on the book...whoa nelly! Besides the work the last couple of days have also been the most eye opening on this trip. We went to the orphanage yesterday which was located in kye-leche township (not really sure how this is spelled. I can not begin to describe to you the conditions or poverty of this place. It is unbelievable. You think of a township as a small place, but the pop. is close to a million! Miles and miles of tin roofs, a sea of tightly packed humanity. I have heard that the murder rate in this township is the second highest in the country! As our van turned off of the highway and started toward this place I had a whirlwind of emotions and feelings. I myself have not yet sorted them all out. There was this feeling of anguish and fear, willing the bus to turn around and take us far away from this place. This feeling was complimented by a further feeling in the heart, a peace and the knowledge that this is where Christ would have me. If Christ were to physically walk the land of South Africa, this is where he would be found. Not along the beautiful streets of Cape Town of staring at the Sea at the Cape of Good Hope, but here among his children. The orphanage is sequestered in the middle of the township down one of the side streets. The tiny complex houses just around 150 kids ranging from newborns to the age of 18. kids are often abandoned by their parents and left on the doorstep or wander in and are given a home. It is heartbreaking that most of these kids never find homes. If their parents don't claim them by the time they are 18 they must leave the orphanage and usually live in the township and try to find a job in the city. The children are beautiful.One boy was eager to give us a tour of the entire complex while some of the younger children just ran from person to person wanting to be held. We were not able to spend as much time there as I had hoped, but the time we did have was precious. We played with the kids, held them, and loved them. I took a box of latex gloves and fascinated a group of them when I blew them up and turned them into cows and people. Everyone wanted one and even as i climbed into the van to leave i was still trying to blow up gloves for the sea of kids calling outside. We left the undertakers with many gifts to give to the children, but as i was there i came to realize that this was not really what the children need. Sure the gifts are great, but they have clothes and toys and candy-maybe not much but just enough. What the really need is us...to love them...to hold them... to give them the acceptance and security that they never received from their parents. In this matter we are to imitate Christ. Yes he occasionally blessed people with gifts such as food, but his true ministry was the giving of Himself.We too are called to give, not just of our pocketbooks, but of our hearts, our labors, our lives.
I must write my paper now, but I hope the Lord is blessing and keeping you all under His wings. And Chris I hope that you are not too bored at SPU without us...me and Kali were thinking you might be :)
JOSHUA
Saturday, June 14, 2008
AS PROMISED
Aright, I promised some people at SPU that i would update every once in a while on a fictional? romance going on between kali and an African fellow so here it goes.
She saw him while we were at the beach today. He was rescuing a small child from a massive baboon. For those of you who don't know, baboons are perhaps the most lethal animal in africa. Anyway, we were just sitting there taking pictures of the penguins and at the same time watching this heroic rescue when all of a sudden a particularly large penguin charged Kali. Without a moments hesitation our hero left the small child and dove between the penguin and my friend. And that was that, Kali was in love. Please do not ask what happened to the child.
The relationship has blossomed quickly despite the fact that Kali speaks only southern English and he speaks only !xhosa (please note that the ! stand for a clucking sound pronounced at the beginning of this word...true story). She taught him the finer points of using a digital camera, while he taught her how to take out an elephant with a blow dart--impressive. i plan on talking to her and as a friend cautioning her about the relationship moving a little too quickly. When a guy starts grilling you a peacok things are moving way too fast. (95+0925+9829*7+
';\0jm--added by my friend Emily) anyway, that is about all for today and I will keep you posted (Hannah I hope yu enjoyed it).
She saw him while we were at the beach today. He was rescuing a small child from a massive baboon. For those of you who don't know, baboons are perhaps the most lethal animal in africa. Anyway, we were just sitting there taking pictures of the penguins and at the same time watching this heroic rescue when all of a sudden a particularly large penguin charged Kali. Without a moments hesitation our hero left the small child and dove between the penguin and my friend. And that was that, Kali was in love. Please do not ask what happened to the child.
The relationship has blossomed quickly despite the fact that Kali speaks only southern English and he speaks only !xhosa (please note that the ! stand for a clucking sound pronounced at the beginning of this word...true story). She taught him the finer points of using a digital camera, while he taught her how to take out an elephant with a blow dart--impressive. i plan on talking to her and as a friend cautioning her about the relationship moving a little too quickly. When a guy starts grilling you a peacok things are moving way too fast. (95+0925+9829*7+
';\0jm--added by my friend Emily) anyway, that is about all for today and I will keep you posted (Hannah I hope yu enjoyed it).
Back Again
Alright, I'm back and ready to dive right into what we did today. What did we do today? Oh yeah. We went and hiked around the Cape of good Hope which was absospiffinlutely amazing! For those of you who didn't know this is the southernmost tip of the African continent! The surf was huge and i wish i would have had a surfboard even though it was freezing cold. Anyway, I did a little cliff climbing in honor of Ben Troop (hey man) which was sweet. We also saw a baboon which pretty much charged our bus--it was epic. There were also wild ostriches and peacocks runnin' around. Then we drove to Simonstown where we saw penguins just walkin' around. I had a pretty in depth conversation with one. Anyway, after that we drove back to our place where the majority of my friends crashed for a nap and I, being the diligent student i am, decided to write a paper, although what i really did was just stared at a piece of paper with a very peculiar black expression ornamenting my face. And now, everyone who has taken a nap has a good start on their paper (except kali of course) while i have not started mine. So much for being a diligent student. Thats overrated anyways :)
What do you do when you have a young boy literally hanging on your arms begging for money so he can buy some food? Do you give him some? do you give him all? Do you give him nothing, knowing that this particular boy probably is not really using on food? What would Christ have me do? I can not help everyone, i don't have enough. but surely that does not mean i can help no one. Lord give me your heart. What would you do? What do you do?
What do you do when you have a young boy literally hanging on your arms begging for money so he can buy some food? Do you give him some? do you give him all? Do you give him nothing, knowing that this particular boy probably is not really using on food? What would Christ have me do? I can not help everyone, i don't have enough. but surely that does not mean i can help no one. Lord give me your heart. What would you do? What do you do?
Still Alive!
Hey everybody,
Sorry for not posting yesterday but I was exhausted. i actually wanted to but it was too late because we can't go out into the city alone after nightfall. Anyway, I'm doing great although I have a rotten cold that refuses to go away. Yesterday we were supposed to visit Robbin Island where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned but that got canceled do to inclement weather conditions. For those of you who think it is sunny and warm here all the time are terribly mistaken. Actually, the weather has been very much like Seattle but without the rain, just cool and at times very windy. People, especially the locals, think I'm insane for wearing shorts but hey, I'm in Africa, I'm not going to wear jeans the entire time. Instead of the island we went to a place called District Six. In the 1960's during apartheid D6 was actually a flourishing place. it was a tight knit community with extreme ethnic diversity. This troubled the whites for two reasons: first, D^ was a pretty nice area in the heart of Cape Town that they wanted for themselves. Second, because it was living proof that people of different skin colors could indeed live together peacefully. So, D6 became one of 42 towns and areas that was completely liquidated. The whites called it a black spot, which meant it was an area inhabited by blacks and colourds that should have been inhabited by whites. Everyone in D6 was forced to leave their homes and move to other areas, almost always slums. D6 was then razed to the ground. it was then left in a state of ruin. The white people never developed it. Today people are just now moving back. They are required to provide proof that they lived there which is difficult when everything you have has been mowed over by a bull-dozer. Anyway, the visit was pretty powerful. Later that evening Kali, Kaitlin, and myself were in charge of cooking dinner for our entire group (25 people) and i am telling you, mom would have been proud. We cooked up a mean stir fry of green, red, and yellow peppers along with onions, garlic, broccoli and carrots all served over brown rice. Yeah, it was bombalicious. Well, i was going to tell you what we did today but I think i will post this blog and then write a new one to make it seem like I didn't miss a day. yeah. Bye.
Sorry for not posting yesterday but I was exhausted. i actually wanted to but it was too late because we can't go out into the city alone after nightfall. Anyway, I'm doing great although I have a rotten cold that refuses to go away. Yesterday we were supposed to visit Robbin Island where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned but that got canceled do to inclement weather conditions. For those of you who think it is sunny and warm here all the time are terribly mistaken. Actually, the weather has been very much like Seattle but without the rain, just cool and at times very windy. People, especially the locals, think I'm insane for wearing shorts but hey, I'm in Africa, I'm not going to wear jeans the entire time. Instead of the island we went to a place called District Six. In the 1960's during apartheid D6 was actually a flourishing place. it was a tight knit community with extreme ethnic diversity. This troubled the whites for two reasons: first, D^ was a pretty nice area in the heart of Cape Town that they wanted for themselves. Second, because it was living proof that people of different skin colors could indeed live together peacefully. So, D6 became one of 42 towns and areas that was completely liquidated. The whites called it a black spot, which meant it was an area inhabited by blacks and colourds that should have been inhabited by whites. Everyone in D6 was forced to leave their homes and move to other areas, almost always slums. D6 was then razed to the ground. it was then left in a state of ruin. The white people never developed it. Today people are just now moving back. They are required to provide proof that they lived there which is difficult when everything you have has been mowed over by a bull-dozer. Anyway, the visit was pretty powerful. Later that evening Kali, Kaitlin, and myself were in charge of cooking dinner for our entire group (25 people) and i am telling you, mom would have been proud. We cooked up a mean stir fry of green, red, and yellow peppers along with onions, garlic, broccoli and carrots all served over brown rice. Yeah, it was bombalicious. Well, i was going to tell you what we did today but I think i will post this blog and then write a new one to make it seem like I didn't miss a day. yeah. Bye.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
THE CALL
Wow. Jet lag is a crazy thing. My roommate and I got up this morning and after getting ready went out into the lounge to meet up with the rest of our group at 8:30. After waiting for about fifteen minutes and seeing nobody, we decided to check the time and found that it still 6:40! OOPS. Anyway, today we went and visited the Jewish Holocaust museum as well as the Iziko South African National Gallery. Our goal for the beginning of the trip is to attempt to grasp as little bit of the history and culture of SA. Both were amazing, but the Holocaust museum was by far the most eye opening. During WWII, South Africa opened her arms to the many Jews fleeing persecution (which is interesting/disturbing b/c at the same time the British were fighting the Nazis they were imposing upon SA many of the same types of laws based on racial superiority). The museum documents the horrors of WWII and compares them to the horrors of apartheid. It is terrible how the SA policies were overlooked for so many years.
Capetown in the light is beautiful! Downtown near where we are staying stand age old buildings such as parliament and the library which are complimented by numerous statues documenting pieces of the country's past, while Table Mt. dominates the background. At the moment I am sitting in an internet cafe working on a paper that is due tomorrow, so I had better get going. Below is a quote that stood out to me at the Holocaust museum. It is a challenge and a call that I pray I will answer daily.
C-Ya,
joshua
"First they came for the socialists, and i did not speak out--because I was not a socialist. Then they came for the trade-unionists, and i did not speak out--because I was not a trade-unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and i did not speak out--because I was not a Jew. then they came for me, and there was no one left to speak for me." --Pastor Martin Niemoller, leader of Anti-Nazi Confessing Church
-do we only speak out when we are the ones directly affected?
Capetown in the light is beautiful! Downtown near where we are staying stand age old buildings such as parliament and the library which are complimented by numerous statues documenting pieces of the country's past, while Table Mt. dominates the background. At the moment I am sitting in an internet cafe working on a paper that is due tomorrow, so I had better get going. Below is a quote that stood out to me at the Holocaust museum. It is a challenge and a call that I pray I will answer daily.
C-Ya,
joshua
"First they came for the socialists, and i did not speak out--because I was not a socialist. Then they came for the trade-unionists, and i did not speak out--because I was not a trade-unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and i did not speak out--because I was not a Jew. then they came for me, and there was no one left to speak for me." --Pastor Martin Niemoller, leader of Anti-Nazi Confessing Church
-do we only speak out when we are the ones directly affected?
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
WE MADE IT!!!
Phew! After about a twenty-five hour plane trip (the flight to SA is the second longest nonstop in the world) it is sooo good to have our feet on African soil. We got to stop in Dakar, Senegal to refuel which was sweet, although we didn't get to stay long. Cape Town is huge. It is dark here, but the little I have seen has been amazing. Staring out the buses window we could see the gigantic outline of Table Mt. In its shadow lies a city full of diversity. Along the highway are mostly small shanties mixed with tiny houses (think of a Hooverville with a couple of houses thrown in), but in the distance we see the large buildings and malls of downtown. What a dichotomy of wealth and poverty. We are staying at a small hostel called The Backpacker which is really cool. We are all pretty tired from the trip and haven't done much more than eat and watch soccer/futbol on a bigscreen (Soccer is EVERYWHERE--SA hosts the 2010 World Cup and they are so proud of it--right outside the airport is a huge timer in the shape of a soccer ball counting down the days--I belive there are 730). I can't wait to see the city in the light tomorrow. Well, that's about it for now--we are going to try and sleep off the jet lag. Goodnight!
Josh
Josh
Monday, June 9, 2008
Well Hey There!
well Hey There! I would like to start by extending a huge thank you to all of my friends and family, especially all those at BLCC, for your amazing love and support. I would also like to give a big shout out to my cousin Molly for helping me set up this blog as well as to all of my friends from SPU. I miss you guys a whole heap and hope you are all having spectaculous summers (and I hope you enjoy this blog b/c it is the closest to facebook I have ever come—baby steps)!
Well, I’m not quite sure what else to say here before I have even left. I will do my best to update this blog whenever I can although I don’t think we will always have access or time. I will still have sporadic access to my email so I would love to hear from you, though I may not have time to respond. Please keep me and the others in your prayers.
Love in Christ-
josh
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