Wrapping up

This trip to Zambia was incredible. A special thanks to all of the people that sponsored me to go. It would not have been possible without you. I hope that this blog has been a bit more of an insight into some of the thoughts and feelings that I have had on the trip. I have a love for Africa after going on this trip and will possibly be pursuing missions and development work in Africa sometime in my future.
I called this blog A Plumbline View, an engineer’s keyboard for a reason I have not yet described. A plumbline is a tool used by engineers to measure how straight something is. Engineers look for things to be straight and in order. I am no exception as I plan on being one after completing my schooling. I knew going into this that I would try to make things fit our North American view and the “proper” way. An excellent example was the squat toilets for Kafubu. I was looking for the North American way to do things. In that way I called my blog Eye of the Plumbline, because I knew that even though I would try to figure things out my way they would be different. I hope you have enjoyed seeing Africa from my perspective and if you would like to hear more about it I am always willing to share.
The Lord has shown so much of Himself on this trip. I have learned a lot about myself, creation, Zambian culture and the love of God that transcends all generations and cultures.
Blessings as you go out to serve Him in all that you do.
Soli Deo Gloria
To God Alone be the Glory!
Nathan Couperus

Home Friday May 28, 2010

Home. What is home? Home is a place where one resides. A place where one rests after coming home from work. Home is somewhere that one feels loved and cherished by a family around them. Today we go home. Home to our families that love and cherish us. Home to summer jobs and friends. Home to rest and recover from this trip where we experienced so much.
At the same time, we leave a home. Africa has blessed us so richly. We have met people that showed us kindness, hospitality and love. We leave behind a culture rich with traditions and full of opportunities. Today I have left a piece of myself in Africa. I am leaving a home for another home. Is not that the truth though? We leave brothers and sisters in Christ to be united with churches and brothers and sisters in Christ who have been praying for our safety and well being. Home is a word that is possibly associated with a house. I am associating it with the people that you meet when you are living in a home. It is the people that make the home. With that being said I can conclude that today we leave our home in Africa to arrive in our homes in North America. In all of this we must remember though, our homes here on earth are only temporary and we must wait patiently for our heavenly Father to call us to our real Home, where we will be reunited with our brothers and sisters in Christ. So with that yes, we are going home. Although, the work is not finished yet. There is still a kingdom waiting to be built and only when that is finished will we hear a voice saying “Welcome Home” and we will know that yes, this is truly home.

Orphanage Thursday May 27, 2010

This morning we were able to go to an orphanage that raises babies and toddlers. When the kids are old enough they will move on to another house and continue in care there. What struck me the most about the toddlers here is how they want attention. Many of them were crying when we came in and just wanted to be held. I was holding two of them and a third started crying. Since I only have two hands and have not learned how to carry three babies at one time I could only hold his hand which was enough to halt the tears for a small while. We stayed at the orphanage for two hours spending time with the children. I was surprised at how much the children wanted to be touched and held and to be shown love. It showed me how important spending time with infants and toddlers really is and why it is important to have one-on-one time between parents and children instead of putting the kids in daycare and having other adults raising several of them for most of the day. Another thing it reminded me of is how our heavenly father always has time for us when we are in need. He is there if we call on Him for whatever troubles we may have and his love transcends through all generations.
Soli Deo Gloria
Ps. We were not allowed to take pictures at the orphanage so I’m sorry for that, they were cute kids though and definitely tugged at some heart strings. Adoption is definitely something to consider if you haven’t yet. These kids are looking for Christian homes!!

Beginning the Journey back Home Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Today we packed up in Livingstone and headed back to Lusaka. We started out the day by seeking out the market in the early morning hours. On our way over we found the streets filthy with garbage everywhere. There were people hanging around without much to do and just biding time waiting for the day to start. We were able to buy some fresh fruit and baked goods for our trip to Lusaka and headed back to the hostel. When we left for the bus stop an hour later the streets were clean. It was an incredible sight as everyone that had been standing around had cleaned up the streets and disappeared. It was interesting because this was the clean look that Livingstone was trying to give to tourists. If there was no tourism Livingstone would be covered in garbage and look like a more run-down state. I was impressed by the cleanliness but felt as if this was just an act to attract more tourist dollars.
The bus ride to Lusaka was hair-rising to be sure. The driver was passing vehicles going uphill and around corners on this two lane highway. At one point we VERY nearly hit a semi truck. I definitely felt the prayers of people back home and was glad to arrive in Lusaka in one piece. Thank you so much to everyone who was praying for us because there were several occasions that we could have been in serious accidents. Thanks to the Lord for safety in our travels!

Safari Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Today we visited Chobe National Park. The park is one of the best for seeing wildlife including giraffe, elephant, antelope, warthog, hippos, crocodiles, and many others! We first went on a tour by boat. We enjoyed coffee and cookies as we traversed Chobe river in search of crocodiles, hippos, and other animals coming down for a drink. We were delighted by the sight of elephants. To hear them drink and shift their weight around was a great experience. We later had lunch at the resort and continued by land crusier. We saw many more animals and were delighted to experience another corner of God’s creation.
Our group was fascinated by the animals, but missed the people of Northrise today. Being tourists was fun, but we yearned to be a part of the community of learning that we experienced in Ndola. Snapping pictures and being tourists did not seem right and a few members of our group expressed how this no longer felt like Africa. Yes, these animals are African, but the people are not the same at these touristy places. Everyone just wants the dollars. There is no respect, community, or love similar to what we experienced in Ndola with Northrise. Our group enjoyed the safari experience but wished that we could have spent more time at the university with our new friends.
On the way back from Botswana our van almost ran over a cobra on the road. The cobra raised its head ready to strike at us as we came by it. The driver of the van was willing to turn the van around to get a closer look, but made sure we closed all of the windows beforehand. Our professor told us that the conversation at the front got very wary when we neared the snake. There is a high level of spirituality in Zambia and we think that the snake was not just an animal to the driver but had evil spirits connected with it. It was another reminder that even though we meet people who serve our God there are people out there still waiting to hear the Good News.

Victoria Falls, McCooney Village, and a reuniting Monday, May 24, 2010

Today we visited Victoria Falls, one of the seven wonders of the world. These waterfalls are comparable to Niagra falls, except 50x bigger. We visited during the end of the fall season, so the water was higher than usual. It made for an interesting experience! There was a huge cloud of vapour coming from the falls and when you walked over a bridge near the falls it was as if you were in a thunderstorm. The downpour of rain was something that I have never experienced on a sunny day. The bridge we walked across had 3-4 inches of running water on it. Everything on my person got soaked, including my watch and passport, which were in plastic bags...apparently not as air tight as I thought. It was a beautiful sight and another wonderful example of the creation that the Lord has surrounded us with. One of the highlights was seeing a circular rainbow. Looking over the edge of the bridge into the mist one could see the rainbow go all the way around. It was a fantastic sight and one that reminds me of the Lord’s faithfulness to us.
We also went to the McCooney village today. This is where explorer David Livingstone came across the chief that ran the 10,000 square kilometres around Victoria Falls. The village is a tourist site now, where leaders will take you around the village and later persuade you to buy gifts from their market. I was not impressed by the village as they pretended to be poor but had tv’s and radios and electricity which is a lot more than other villages we had seen. So, McCooneys felt a little untrustworthy.
That evening a few of us walked to a restaraunt for dinner and met Overland Missions there. Overland is a non-profit organization that is doing work all over Africa and has a base in Lusaka. One of our team members spent a few weeks with them and was able to reconnect with them. It was very cool to run into them and hear more examples of people furthering the kingdom by providing aid and spreading the gospel.
Soli Deo Gloria

The Universal Church Sunday, May 23, 2010

Additional hours were clocked on the bus today as our group extended our bus riding experience by 7 hours. This was a long ride but again through the countryside and we saw many rural villages which were interesting to drive through. I was blessed by the music the driver had on. We were listening to hymns for a few hours as the ride started. It was very refreshing on a Sunday morning and it posed a good moment to reflect on scripture and recommit this trip to the Lord.
We arrived in Lusaka in the afternoon and found our backpacker’s hostel that we stayed in. The CRWRC missionary couple gave us a number to contact for a Filipino pastor in Lusaka. We ended up going to their Baptist church that evening. The couple there gave us this wonderful meal that felt more like an American Thanksgiving dinner. We were very blessed as a group because we knew that it took a lot of time and money to prepare that kind of feast for us. We were also blessed by another example of the universal church. It was wonderful to worship with people that serve the same Lord we do!
This evening I spoke with a couple of African American ladies who were with a group travelling from Malone University in Ohio. We had an excellent discussion about racism and being black vs. White. We started off talking about being white in Africa and the conversation turned to being black in America. I heard things that were very discouraging about how our culture views many of their own people. The ladies have to teach their kids not to look suspicious and to leave the store as quickly as possible with no looking around and hands always in their pockets. Additionally, they talked about black protocol. When a cop pulls someone over for “being black” as some call it (because there is no other reason that one should have been pulled over) one needs to keep hands on the steering wheel and be very polite and do everything the officer says. I was surprised that African Americans had to struggle with this and be so aware of who they are and what they look like in their own country. I was having a difficult time getting stares and looks in Africa but to struggle with that every day would be a battle tougher than I can imagine. It makes me yearn for a new heaven and a new earth where one will not be judged by their skin colour but only on the fact that they serve the one and living God.
Soli Deo Gloria

Lusaka Saturday, May 22, 2010

The group woke wearily this morning and took the bus at 4:45 to Lusaka, the capital city of Zambia. We were tired during the bus ride but enjoyed seeing rural Zambia. We passed many ladies sitting by the side of the road selling fruit. There were large stacks of watermelons and tomatoes all along the road. I wondered how so many watermelons could be sold in such proximity but the ladies seem to return to the spot so they must get some business. It makes you wonder how many people might buy them cheap from the countryside and bring them to the city to mark up the price and make a profit. It seems a bit unjust but people have to make a living somehow.
We stopped at the Arcade Mall when we reached Lusaka. A couple of guys from the dormitory at Northrise mentioned that this was a must-see. We arrived at an ordinary strip mall with a grocery store along with several food outlets and retail shops. This mall was nothing compared to what we have in North America and it struck us how there is not much consumer drive in Africa compared to the States. Therefore there is smaller demand for these shopping malls and everyone buys local instead. For some reason I liked this idea of buying local instead of from a huge grocery store. Zambia might be doing something right here.
We also saw more Caucasians at this mall. It actually was kind of weird to see “white” people besides ourselves. The group also discussed the change that overcome our mindset as well. After spending so much time with the guys in the dorms we stopped seeing a colour barrier. They were just people, and you never noticed the skin colour. The group was very encouraged by this as we had all taken on this view.
In the afternoon the group met up with a missionary couple from the CRWRC in Lusaka. We spent the night there and had many conversations about development in Africa. These topics varied from the need of agriculture and engineering, to diseases, to future development, and also to religion in Zambia. We learned a lot from this couple and were encouraged by them to enter the missions field. They stressed that the Lord will use you if you are willing to go as they had little to no missions experience before they moved from the Philippines. We enjoyed the conversation and the food was scrumptious. We were grateful for the roof over our heads and another example of how the Body of Christ works together for all things.
Soli Deo Gloria

Harvesting, Hospitals, and Hospitality Friday, May 21, 2010

Today I added harvesting bananas to the life experiences list. Harvesting bananas was really cool. If one was to look at a clump of bananas one would think they grow upside down. (compared to what we have in stores etc.) What I thought was interesting was that we had to chop down all of the leaves and then lower the bunch of bananas down with a cord after it too was chopped with a machete. Someone then took a sharp knife and cut away sections of the bananas. These were handed to us and we got to break them into groups of 5-7 bananas (called hands). We would then stack these bananas in a crate. The group harvested a total of 340 kilograms (748 lbs) of bananas. Another piece of the harvest that I did not know is that the tree would die after we cut off all of the leaves and next year’s bananas would come from suckers growing from the base of the current banana trees. I was surprised that a banana tree only produces fruit for one year. Harvesting bananas was a great experience and the team had a wonderful morning learning from Farmer Bob who was a very patient teacher!
In the afternoon the group visited a children’s hospital. This was a difficult experience for all of us because we felt as if we were not wanted—at all. The nurses looked at us with scowls when we came down their halls, and did not seem pleased to be giving us a tour of their wings. Many of the Dordt students felt uncomfortable as we seemed to strut our health and wealth all over the hospital. The hospital was busy and severely understaffed. The director said that they could use 6 doctors, 27 RNs and 52 LPNs. If I remember correctly the hospital had 13 nurses working when we were there. The building seemed to be falling into disrepair with windows missing, paint peeling, and concrete floors wearing away in places. It was difficult seeing all of this and knowing that we just got a new hospital in town and there are many nurses still looking for work around home. Sometimes I wonder why I was so blessed to grow up in North America rather than Zambia or another African country. Why? I did not deserve any of this, yet I was blessed. The question is, Are any of us North Americans willing to share our blessing with those less fortunate than us?
The hospital also had a prosthetic leg center and a psychosocial ward. The prosthetic leg center was one of only two in the country and the guys there were working hard with many orders to fill. It was good to see that so many people could be helped from this branch of the hospital. The psychosocial ward was a place that many of the team members expressed interest in revisiting. There was a playground covered in children (300 to be exact). They were running, jumping, skipping, laughing, and just having fun. The workers there told us that it was a place originally designed for HIV positive children but has since become open to all children. After playing three hours the children are eligible for a snack, which is what they are really after. Along with their cookies and milk they get taught lessons such as English and reading but also including the Lord’s prayer which was encouraging to see. It was good to hear that several of the Northrise students had been visiting and playing with the children on occasion. Leaving the psychosocial ward was difficult and the entire team had a desire to stay and play with the children.
Upon returning to the Northrise campus I had an excellent conversation with a fellow from the dorms. We discussed relationships with women and how to have a relationship that is God honouring. I will not give any more details but I was glad to talk this through with him and share any advice that I could with him.
We had to say goodbye to the dorm guys that afternoon. That was tough. Many of the guys said that they would never forget us. I did not believe we made that much of an impact on them. The parting was sad but also full of hope as we said “see you again, either in this life or the next.” It is comforting knowing that we will see our brothers in Christ when the world is mad new!
Friday night the power went out. As North Americans we are privileged to have power all of the time. (well, besides storms) In Zambia the power company will shut down the parts of the grid for several hours in order to save money. We took this time to reflect as a group over the week we had at the university. There were many stories shared and lessons learned. (Several of the lessons have been shared in earlier posts) One of the group members commented on how hospitable the Zambians have been. The statement was true to all of our experiences in Ndola. The people of Northrise were willing to show us around and take care of all of our needs. We were blessed with very good hosts! The power did come back on eventually but it was nice to reflect and refocus by candlelight. The group spent its first night together since we had left and prepared for the early departure scheduled for 4:45 the next morning.
The day was full of blessings. Speaking with the group that night reminded me how the Lord has been with us every step of the way. Thank you again for all of the people that prayed for us throughout our trip. As a team we witnessed the Lord working in and through us as well as keeping us safe throughout the trip. Praise to the Lord!

Lessons in Farming Thursday, May 20, 2010

I missed telling a couple of stories that occurred yesterday, so let me backtrack. I was driving down a dirt road with Kafubu while visiting bore holes in a remote area when the driver pointed out a young girl to me. This girl was short in stature and could not have been more than 6 years old. What struck me was her determined look as she strode down the road. The driver mentioned that she was walking to school four kilometres (two and a half miles) down the road and would walk the same distance after school to get home. My heart went out to the little girl as she paced that journey by herself. That look of determination will not leave my mind anytime soon. I could not help but think of the mother of that little girl and the trust that she has in the Lord that her daughter would get to school and back safely each day. The faith that these people have is incredible.
I also forgot to mention that yesterday afternoon consisted of planting a small garden complete with a bucket drip irrigation kit. The plot will be used by Northrise to determine what grows well in Zambia and may be used in the future to aid locals when buying seed. Also, I was with Kafubu in the morning while the rest of the group was able to visit various classes at Northrise and experience Zambian teaching. They came away impressed with the classes as well as the student’s attentiveness and dedication for learning. As far as learning on a whole our group has determined that students at Dordt spend much more time out of class working on papers and assignments than students at Northrise. We are a little bit concerned for the five students that will be taking classes at Dordt in Fall 2011 and hope that classes at Dordt do not overwhelm them.
Ok, back to Thursday now…
This morning we went to a farm called the Dawn Trust Community Center. Besides providing a place of learning for kids they also farmed sustainably and showed local farmers how to practice the principle of Farming God’s Way. I am not an agriculture major, but I have learned a little bit about this principle after being in this class. Farming God’s Way is a sustainable farming technique that adds a spiritual component to farming. Instead of throwing more and more fertilizer onto the plants the practice (I believe) speaks of planting with a variety of plants that put various nutrients in the ground for each other. This is a much more balanced approach. There is also a special design for planting that involves a trench beside the lines, but I do not remember the exact layout. Additionally, There is a spiritual component of the farming aspect that relates well with Zambians because they believe there is a greater Being in everything they do (Zambia is a Christian nation, but everyone believes in spirits). Whether they call Him God or not is another question, but Farming God’s Way has this spiritual aspect that connects to the theological side of an individual.
Five principles that the community center taught were:
1. No burning. Burning brings carbon into the air, not in the soil where it belongs
2. Permanent Basins: These small basins would hold the nutrients in a small space for the plants year after year so that the plants of the next year could use the nutrients that the other plants put in the soil the previous year.
3. Early Land Preparation: Prepare the soil early, before you need to plant so that you give yourself enough time to do a good job.
4. Continuous weeding: As basic as it sounds, a lot of farmers do not practice this. Large weeds compete with growing plants for nutrients, water and sunlight.
5. Crop Rotation. Rotate the crops through the field in different years so that nutrients can be replenished and the soil does not become exhausted.
These five principles gave farmers more knowledge on how to grow their crops. Many of them have never heard ideas like this before and it is with knowledge like this that agriculture will grow in Zambia.
After the fieldtrip with Dr. Vos’ class we ate lunch in the cafeteria again with the students. I was struck by a message on the whiteboard at the front of the multipurpose room. It had been used by the previous class and it read “But you can’t really care about something until you come to know about it.” The board was talking about justice and taking a stand but I believe that sentence can be taken in a broader context. I feel that way about the people of Zambia and their condition below the poverty line. Before this trip I did not know what this nation has to offer. After coming to know these people I have a respect for them and their culture. I have started to care about them and what will happen to them in their future. You could say my worldview has changed and that quote sums it up pretty well so I thought I would share that with you.
This afternoon we finished seeding our plot with the drip lines. We got it finished just as the sun set and were able to make it back to the dorms before the mosquitoes had the chance to begin feasting on us.
We had our last night tonight in the dorms and the guys all got together for pictures. That is when we took the ones that you may have seen earlier (now at the bottom of the blog) with the whole group. We also took a few shaking hands. See if you can spot the illusion. That is an example of how our trip has been—a bridging of cultures. We were very sad to see this of our trip come to an end

Faith, Culture, Values. Wednesday, May 19, 2010

A note about yesterday that I did not mention in my last post. As we were journaling that evening (Tuesday night) one of the Northrise students came over and told us how much he appreciated us being there. He was learning a lot about our culture and glad to have three new friends. He ended by saying, “You’re in Zambia. You are not tourists. You are Zambians.” We were glad to feel accepted by the students and leave the North American stereotypes behind us. It was definitely a comment that has stuck with us even post trip.
Wednesday morning I woke up to another example of how spiritual the Zambians are. I wandered over to the sink shortly after waking up and heard the hymn “How Great Thou Art” coming from a nearby shower. I was filled with joy just from hearing those lyrics and was enriched by someone praising the Lord to start the day.
Another example of how Zambians are more open about their faith occurred later that day. I was touring additional facilities that day with Kafubu and the engineer I was with asked me if I went to church back home. I explained to him my CRC back ground and he shared his Pentecostal faith and how he had journeyed in his walk with the Lord. Additionally, the engineer also gave me some knowledge about Ndola’s church diversity. The top three churches in Ndola are the Roman Catholic, United Church of Zambia (UCZ) and Penecostal Church. He mentioned that the Pentecostal church received some negative response when it first started in the 1980’s but has been doing better as people have become accepting of it as it has grown.
As I mentioned earlier, I visited several Kafubu sites today as well. They were both collection stations for bore holes. (Pipes coming from an underground water source.) I was fascinated to hear that the 10-11 bore holes average 160 meters cubed/hour of flow, with the top one rated at 224 meters cubed/hour. As with the station we visited yesterday, this one too had minimal additives. They only added one kilogram of chlorine per hour. I was again impressed by the cleanliness of the water that Kafubu was taking out of the ground.
The bore holes were about thirty minutes drive out of the city of Ndola and provided a look into a side of Zambia that I had not seen yet. We drove into an area that was not serviced by bus. As a result, there were people all the way along the road walking or biking to town. We passed many people and picked up a few along the way. At one point we had eight people and two bikes in the back of the pickup truck. We picked up four students in blue uniforms on their way to school. I found out they were in grade ten and enjoying school. When we were dropping the girls off a man from the side of the road started asking me questions like where I was from, what I was doing in Africa etc. I told him I was a student from Canada. He wanted me to take the school girls with me back to Canada. He then started speaking Bimbe, the local language in Ndola, and the driver translated for me after he had finished. The driver told me that this fellow saw that I had a blue shirt on that was similar to the one the girls had for their uniform. He was saying that if I was able to come all the way from Canada for a trip the girls should be able to do the same trip backwards and go to North America.
This was the same line of thinking that I had received from one of the girls when I had asked her what she wanted to do with her life. She had replied, “I want to be somebody.” That sentence stuck with me all day. The girl does not feel satisfied in this culture and wants to get out and do something with her life that means something. She seemed to feel insignificant and unvalued as a Zambian. This worldview frustrated me. She DOES matter! She is a child of God that has gifts and talents that she can use to serve the Kingdom. I could not understand why she did not feel fulfilled in Zambia and how being in America or just leaving Zambia would help her. This view that America is better than Africa in every respect is a perspective I heard all too often from Zambians and an idea that I struggled with throughout the trip. There are many people trying to drop everything African in their pursuit to become more American. The Zambians have such a unique culture that I hope they do not desert it in an attempt to become more prosperous. It is not worth it! They would lose a lot of their heritage in their effort to become more western and I hope they learn to value their culture, country, and history.
The driver also said that I had inspired the girls to study hard. This was a comment that I did not understand. Why am I an inspiration to people because of the colour of my skin? Is it just because of the wealth? I do not understand the impact that I apparently had on those people. I told the driver I did not want to be treated as a celebrity. I wanted to be another civilian, akin to one of them. No special treatment. However, the driver said I needed to make the most of it. He said that when I smile and wave to the children that I probably made their day and that my friendliness towards them would not soon be forgotten. I do not want to be treated specially by these people. I do not like social classes. I wanted to bridge cultures and bring knowledge to the people, not be celebrated like a celebrity. This is one reason that the words of our friend in the dorm meant so much to us three North American guys. When he said that the dormitory guys saw us as Zambians and not tourists we felt like we were connecting to them and were not just outsiders taking pictures. Overall, it was a wonderful morning where I felt like I experienced more of Zambia as well as the people that form the culture.
I came back to the campus at lunch time and had a wonderful meal of (you guessed it) Nshima. There was a lot of friendly conversation similar to the bus rides. (An interesting side note: That morning I had to take the bus as the only North American student and felt totally comfortable. I was encouraged that there was no nervousness and really felt that I was among friends.) I learned that Zambia has 500 tribes that use 72 different languages. Apparently there are subtle differences in language among tribes that speak the same language but you can understand it if you know the language. I was surprised to learn how unified the people are under the Zambian flag. Even though there are many different tribes they all work together as one nation. This has occurred much to the credit of the first president of Zambia who wanted all of Zambians to unite as One Tribe, One Nation.
Later that night I helped make supper which was composed of nshima, fish and relish. It was highly complimented by the guys although they were hungry by the time we finished at 10 o’clock. (Zambians usually eat later in the evenings like 8 or 9 o’clock but we were definitely pushing the limits.)
After supper one of the guys was showing me some of his Zambian music. He was describing some of the lyrics and I found them to be very inspirational. Instead of talking about sex and treating others poorly there were songs about HIV Aids, being careful with how you live your life, and respecting women for who they were. This was a polar opposite from what one would hear on the radio in North America and I was impressed by the lyrics.
Today I both discouraged and impressed by the people of Zambia. I was discouraged that they feel inadequate and want to be more western instead of embracing their own culture. However, I was encouraged by their music lyrics and the values that Zambians have in which Faith tops the list. My hope is that Zambia continues to build on its culture as it ages as a country. I also hope that as North Americans we learn from cultures such as Zambia that put faith and values such as friendship at the center of their lives. This day challenged me on what I believe, and forced me to ask the question “Which values are the center of my life?”
I want to ask anyone following the same question. What are your values? If someone were to meet you for a short time would they recognize these values in you? What culture do you live? Are you living in the world but not being of the wind? Today’s events challenged me on these questions and I wanted you to think through a few similar questions. Smell what I’m stepping in? Think. Reflect. Praise the Lord our Maker who gave us a free will to praise Him and proclaim the Good News to the world!!
Soli Deo Gloria

Stewards of Water and Land Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Today and tomorrow I will be working with Kafubu water and sewage company. This morning we started the visit by witnessing “African time”. Basically, nobody was on time for work and many people sauntered in late. It was kind of funny because nobody was rushing in flustered because they were late but were instead just taking their time. In a way it was frustrating because we could not meet with who we wanted to but in another way it was a great way to experience Zambian work life.
When we actually started I was quite encouraged by what we found. The tour started with a pilot project that Kafubu had started. It involved building 317 latrines for a compound. (The compound was built in 1940 for single men. Since then entire families have moved in and the old infrastructure is old and full of garbage.) Kafubu has taken on the project to build the toilets with the community’s input all the way along the project.
The fact that the community is involved in every aspect in the project is the most inspiring part of the project. In the book we studied for this class (When Helping Hurts) it was mentioned that in order to have development projects work the community needs to be involved from the beginning. The project started with a community participation assessment. It was at this meeting that the community decided they wanted squat toilets instead of flush because they did not want to pay for cleaning supplies. As a North American I thought this would be a backwards step in development, but it is another example of how Africa is not North America and different concepts work there. Other decisions made included how work roles would be divided among the two genders. The women of the community iterated that they could do the same work as the men. Sure enough, when we saw a few of the people working on a trench there were women digging as well as men. This is contrary to Zambian custom as women traditionally work in the home and do the laundry. This is still VERY accepted today, even from the guys we spoke to in the dorm later that day. Men often did the outdoor work and physical labour while women handle cooking, cleaning, and laundry. The fact that Kafubu discussed different strategies with the community instead of implementing what they thought was right was another example of how the company was community oriented.

In short:

They had a community meeting where the community voted on different aspects of their project (photos included for those who couldn’t read).

50 members were hired by Kafubu to perform much of the physical labour. (This encourages the community to take ownership of the project.)

The individual houses had to pay for a portion of the toilet. (Again, taking ownership of the project.) The other supporters included World Bank, the EU, and the Zambian Government Development Agency.

Kafubu had a social work group create workshops and lectures about the toilets in order to show them how they worked and how to take care of them. Included in these workshops were skits (provided by trained local talent) giving a more comedic style of things not to do. (Don’t throw stones or sticks in the toilet.) This knowledge is very important because training the community translates in a project that will be treated well and will last for a long time.

At the end of the project, Kafubu will hand responsibility over to a committee of six elected community members who will run, maintain, and manage the project including billing. These are all examples of how the community is involved in every step of this project. The idea of community involvement is straight from our book so to see it all in action was very encouraging!

The system was composed of two pipes that ran the length of the compound and connected to a brick dome. The dome was higher on one side than the other, so the feces flowed down (although it took a couple of hours) while bacteria eat away at the particles and create methane gas. The gas collected at the top of the dome and was then piped off for cooking. The excrement then linked with an existing pipe where it was brought to a facility that took the moisture out (with vegetation) and came out dry for use as compost. This is an incredible example of how a company can perform a project correctly and as a civil engineering major I was really intrigued with how they were making such a difference with appropriate technology.
I was also able to tour a couple of Kafubu’s water facilities and learned several facts about Ndola’s water supply. I was surprised to learn that they did not add any chemicals to their water except for a little chlorine to kill contaminants in the aging pipes. The water is pristine when it enters and leaves the pump house. Unfortunately the infrastructure has not been replaced since Britain was in power fifty years ago so their water is contaminated further down the lines. Growing up I always thought that Africa’s water was very contaminated but Kafubu showed me otherwise. They did mention that rural communities often have water problems because they dig their latrines too far down and their sewage ends up in the water table and that is what causes the health problems. Another interesting fact that one of the engineers told me was that Zambia contains 40% of Africa’s water. Much of this is underground in large aquifers and brought to the surface via bore holes. I was surprised by both the cleanliness and supply of water in Zambia and was glad for Kafubu’s willingness to tour me around their facilities. Even though they did not consider themselves a Christian company I saw evidence that they took the title of steward very seriously and as they did their part in caring for God’s creation.


We had lunch in the cafeteria with the students today. It consisted of Nshima of course (the national dish of Zambia that has the consistency of mashed potatoes except stickier and made from corn flour) as well as sausage for the meat component. It was nice to sit with the students and have small talk about school subjects and the weather and such. I was again surprised by the student’s cheerful, respectful and giving attitudes. The students are very willing to share and listen to you when engaged in a conversation. Another thing I noticed about Zambians was how less stressed out they are. That is something that I have realized more since being home. Everyone is so relaxed at Northrise University. This is in comparison with Dordt College, where it seems that meal times always surround papers needing finishing and assignments needing further calculations. It was a welcome change and one I could probably get used to.


In the afternoon our class had another “program” as the Northrise staff called it. We were brought to Baluba farms where western agriculture was practiced. The farm employed sixty Zambians meaning the farm generated a lot of produce as well as income for the surrounding villages. The farm was supported by a Danish church (or denomination...I’m not sure how many supported them) and run by a member of their church as well. The farm’s proceeds go to a local Bible College in order to reduce tuition for the students. The broiler chickens, dairy (where they had Fresian Holsteins!!), and hay all seemed a bit out of place in Africa. But, I did get my cow fill! (For those of you who do not already know...I like cows) The farm was unique because they were trying to breed different types of cows in order to get ones that did well in the sparse grazing conditions. The wide variety of cows made pictures interesting!

Another interesting piece of the farm was all of the machinery because this is not native to Zambia. The machinery is shipped from Denmark and one of the reasons the farm would not be feasible without the support of the church in Denmark. One of the odd machinery pieces was a round baler. There were round bales in the field as they had just finished the day before. The bales looked to be in juxtaposition with the banana trees in the field adjacent to them. It was like a bridging of two cultures...Iowa and Zambia. These two crops planted next to each other seemed to illustrate our trip well. We are two different cultures both trying to learn more about God’s gifts of food and agriculture as we discover how we can become better stewards of the creation that He has given us rule over.
Soli Deo Gloria
To God Alone be the Glory

"Go Deep" Monday, May 17, 2010

Today was another day full of conversations and learning. In the morning we took the bus with the Northrise students to the Caravelle house in town where all of the classes are taking place. (The business building is in the final building stages which is located near the dormitories on Northrise's future campus) We were very excited to take the bus because it meant we were becoming more Zambian and less like North American outsiders. The students were really excited to see us on the bus and were eager to make conversation.

When we arrived on campus we went to chapel. This week chapel consisted of singing a few songs and then our group all sharing a bit about ourselves. I opened my three minute speech by saying Mwa lee shawni. It means "how are you" or "how are you doing". I had the entire room laughing, although they said it was correct, I just do not think they were expecting Bimbe out of a North American quite yet. I talked about my major, my family, and why I was in Africa. I also told the students how much Northrise reminded me of Dordt with its great community and warm atmosphere. It was neat to see the connection between the two schools and how similar the atmosphere is despite being very different cultures. Dr. Zimba gave the North Americans some advice as well which I do not remember exactly but will try to paraphrase here. He said while you are here, learn and absorb a lot of the culture. Do not be afraid to converse with us as we are willing to share our culture but in return share your stories with us so that we may learn too. Also, he said not to fear going past the shallow meet and greet. Get past the friendly hellos and introduction. Be willing to go deep. That is when you will learn. You will give but also receive. That is what this service and learning trip is all about.

After chapel we visited SEEDS OF HOPE ministry in Ndola. They drilled bore holes in surrounding towns and villages as well as showed people how to fix existing wells and pumps. In addition to this they also created biosand filters that filtered rancid river water into clean drinking water. It was an interesting development agency and they said they were backlogged with orders for the filters. They are making a difference in villages around Ndola and continue to do the work of the Lord.

After seeing their ministry centre we visited a nearby village called Chipulieusu (which means cursed) who were changing their name officially to Mapalo (which means blessed). We went down to the village because Seeds of Hope is helping a farmer there in the dambo. (A swamp like region that is good for planting in the dry season because it is so wet.) The agriculture majors in our group were talking to the farmer that Seeds of Hope was sponsoring and asking questions about the types of plants he was growing as well as what worked in which seasons. (Just listening to them I have learned a lot about agriculture including information about legumes (nitrogen fixing plants), the three sisters, and sustainable agriculture in general. There needs to be a different way of farming rather than just throwing as much fertilizer as you can on plants so that they grow the fastest. Sustainable agriculture uses a balance of plants to put nutrients into the soil so that they support each other in a self-supporting ecosystem where they feed off of the nutrients that another is putting into the soil. Sustainable agriculture is something that they will be teaching at Northrise and a better attitude towards farming in terms of being stewards of God's wonderful creation.

Now going back to my comment earlier about Chipulieusu changing it's name. The reason for the change is that the village has been hit devastatingly with HIV aids. 55% of the population is children between the ages 0-15. There were children everywhere and they came running out of houses and followed the bus as soon as we came near the village. They were all very excited to see us and wanted sought individual attention. Something that struck me about the children of this village were all of the weapons that the children had. I have posted a picture that another member of the group (Nathan Rider) took of the children. Notice the child in the back ground with a bow around his neck. Also notice all of the sling shots too. We passed a house wall with a drawing of large machine gun on the side and big USA letters on it with a reference to a Hollywood movie on it. I never took a picture but the entire group felt a pang of guilt for the message that Hollywood instills in these kids thousands of kilometers away.

When we were mingling with the children I sat down next to a kid that was sitting alone quietly. I cannot pronounce what his name was but he could not have been over 8 years old. He liked to play football (soccer) and was excited about the world cup coming to South Africa in June. He did not go to school. We suddenly had to go at that point so I told him I needed to leave. At that point he looked at me and his eyes said it all. "You are leaving, but I am staying here. You have no idea what it's like. You come, take pictures, and leave." In those two seconds my heart really went out to this child. I felt so responsible. Responsible for being a part of the Body of Christ and not doing something for this brother. It was hard leaving Chipulieusu and not committing to some sort of development project that could help this town. The children of this village are going to need a lot of help to stop this downward spiral of poverty. I would like to offer my services instead of just being a visitor snapping pictures. I want to be part of the solution to these children's future. A future where there is a better life for them and their families. A future filled with hope.

We then went back to Northrise University and took the bus back to the dormitories with the students. I sat next to a girl and we started sharing about our lives. Where we were from, how large our families are, what we were doing and where we were planning to go with our major. This was all regular routine conversation except for two questions that sort of surprised me. What passions led you to declare you major? This question has a far deeper reaching and gives you a much greater perspective of the individual as far as what their passions and motivations are. I was impressed at how the girl wanted to get to know me more as a person and what motivated me to come to Africa as a civil engineering major. The other question was asked of me about two minutes from our destination and caught me completely off guard as I thought our conversation had ended. She asked, "How has God been a testament in your life?" I was surprised that she would ask such a personal question because in North America you just do not ask those questions to someone you met twenty minutes earlier. I shared with her on how I was raised in a Christian home and blessed with a Christian upbringing and Christian education throughout. Also, I could see looking back how God has been walking alongside me throughout my life, although sometimes you cannot recognize it at the time. She shared God's faithfulness in her life as well until the bus stopped at the dorm and we parted ways. I was surprised by her openness and willingness to share and only wished that North Americans could do the same.

While I was journaling all of this along with Nathan and Dalton we were joined by three of the Northrise guys until about 2 o'clock in the morning. We had an excellent conversation about various topics of discussion. One subject that had been pestering us North Americans was whether we were really helping Northrise at all by coming. In the book we read for this class (When Helping Hurts... by Brian Fikkert and Steve Corbett) it spoke of being able to send the money instead of a team and how that can be much more beneficial for the people there. We had thought seriously about this because it could be very true in this situation as well. The book did say that if it encouraged a longer relationship it may be well worth it. We posed this question to our Zambian friends and received some positive feedback. The guys said that the conversations that we have had and the camaraderie that we had built was not to be forgotten any time soon. I have a few quotes from them and a bit of description as well. The following was taken directly from my journal:

"You don't know what impact you have on people here and you won't know. Only the Lord knows. But know that you have made an impact." -Kaongolo

"You may have come to learn but you have also come to teach. And teach you did. I need to confess that you have taught me a lot about American culture because you yourselves said it."

-Moses

"I feel like you believe a lot of the same beliefs I do." - Kaongolo

(This was after a discussion about how America does not believe the same as all of the movies and there are different Christian views not discussed. This is one of the reasons FIREPROOF was such a good movie to watch for Kaongolo and the boys. I was really glad that Kaongolo had found this movie and had all of the boys in the dorm sit down and watch it.

"One soul is cause for a lot of celebration in heaven."

-Kaongolo

(After speaking about missions in Africa and if this is a worthy task if you only convert one person to Christianity.)

"First you must give the knowledge on how to use the money and use it to make it viable or else they will just use the money until it goes to waste." -Kaongolo

(While discussing the distribution of development aid versus someone coming down to teach locals how to farm.)

These were all from the conversation we had with them while journaling that evening. I was reminded again of Dr. Zimba's words earlier that day after talking to the student on the bus as well as the guys that evening. "Go deep...it is only then that you will learn." Looking back I learned a lot about culture, missions and myself from all that transpired that day. Soli Deo Gloria. To God alone be the Glory.

Church Service and Good Conversation Sunday, May 16, 2010

For our Sunday morning church service we went with the Zimbas to Ndola Baptist Church. The service lasted 2 hours, which was expected as the Mexican and Dominican Republic services that I have visited in the past have occasionally been that long as well. I appreciated the sermon and songs being in English, which was different than Spanish in both Mexico and the Dominican Republic. The sermon was much easier to follow than those in Mexico and the Dominican although I think it related more to that particular church and their current circumstance than it did to us. It was really neat to share songs and praises with our brothers and sisters in Christ and know that 9 hours later our own physical families would be doing likewise in our home churches. I enjoyed seeing the body of Christ coming together and praising the same God on another continent!

Sunday afternoon and early evening were spent at Dr. Zimba’s house. We ate there and shared stories. Two of Northrise’s graduates were there and they shared a few of their life experiences as well. Topics discussed included our different views of time (monocratic vs. polychronic ), North American stereotypes, as well as teenage pregnancy. One of the interesting things our team learned about Zambian culture is that the women need to prove themselves to their future husbands. Many Zambian women believe they need to prove their fertility BEFORE they get married. Therefore they have premarital sex and often have one or two children before the y get married in order to prove to their man that they can produce more offspring for him. The two ladies we spoke to were of Christian back ground and did not believe this but instead shared our view and were saddened by the view of their fellow Zambians.

We got back to the dormitory at about 9 that night but did not get to bed until much later than that due to excellent conversation. The three Dordt guys were joined by about ten Northrise guys as we talked about dating and different traditions in our respective cultures. We enjoyed hearing their stories because they have a much different way of having relationships. Dating is taboo. With this being said it is accepted that everyone does it anyway, you just do not speak of it. The guys said that if you are visiting a girl and you hear that her parents are coming home you run out of there as fast as you can. Zambian guys have a different type of respect for Fathers than North Americans do. We spoke of developing a relationship of trust with a future Father in Law and including him in the process by asking him for permission to date and marry his daughter. The Zambians have a respect for the Father by way of fear. If one was not to fear the future Father in Law it would be disrespectful and rude. Also, if a Zambian guy is to get married they must tell their entire story to an uncle. After hearing the entire story the uncle arranges a rendezvous with the prospective girl’s uncle. At the rendezvous the man must present a dowry. The uncle moderates everything including the discussion between the two families. If the discussion goes well and the dowry is large enough the two young people are allowed to get married. Another interesting note towards marriage is that it includes the entire family. The entire extended family is also attached in this marriage. If there is a fight in the future with the couple the entire family helps work it through. For this reason there are not many divorces in Zambia. The families help each other sort out their problems. I thought this was a respectable way to go about this process and think maybe the North American culture could adopt a few of these practices in order to lower the divorce rate that seems to keep escalating.

Additionally, the North American guys found out a few interesting facts about how our culture is represented around the world. The Zambian guys were telling us how they view America. It turns out they get their impressions from the movies. Unfortunately, this paints a sad picture of our society. A few of them expressed concern with ever coming to the States as they would be putting their lives in danger from all of the crime and shooting. Also, the drugs, sex, and self image were also ideals that they did not agree with and thought were prevalent in ever day life. Now I know this is true for many parts of America I do not think these problems are prevalent in Sioux Center where they would be visiting if they came to Dordt College. Another thought we had to correct was that all girls look like they do in the movies and TV shows. The guys were adamant that North American girls must keep themselves looking good for the boys all the time with plenty of makeup and fancy clothes. As North American guys we were ashamed and apologized several times for this view. What was even scarier was how Zambians were getting educated on how to be American so that they might succeed in life. Many teens were wearing blue jeans (A very American way to dress) to show how Western they were as well as their elite status. We found it sad to see their society plunging into this fake ideal while losing so much of their own culture in the process. A few students expressed sadness that their culture was turning out this way and we shared in their disappointment.

Today was a huge day as far as conversation goes. As a team we really opened up with the students and expressed a lot more about how we live as well as learned incredible amounts about how the Northrise students live. Personally, I learned a lot about the Zambian culture as well as myself. These conversations challenged me individually about how I represent myself. These representations include how North American I act, but also how I represent Christ in all that I do. People are watching. How are you living in your everyday life? These conversations challenged me to wear Christianity on my sleeve so that the fact that I am Christian is as clearly communicated to my neighbour as my skin colour communicates wealth and happiness to the Zambian people.

First Day at Northrise University and Dormitory Life Saturday May 15, 2010

We landed in Johannesburg, South Africa in the morning, home of the 2010 FIFA World Cup of Soccer starting on June 9. The airport was decorated everywhere for soccer with many shops offering jerseys and other paraphernalia to incoming travellers. It was cool to walk through although I did not feel like buying any of the overpriced merchandise. We flew to Ndola, Zambia from Johannesburg and were picked up a fleet of vehicles and taken to Northrise University. This is where we would be working and living for the next week as Professor Vos taught his agriculture class. Our team experienced some right sided driving for the first time, something I had a difficult time getting used to while there. It was a good thing none of us had to drive. (We had professional drivers from the University drive us around which was appreciated!)

We ate lunch with Dr. Zimba, the president and founder of Northrise University. It was neat to see his vision come together and transform the lives of students as well as the country of Zambia. He spoke of the need for reliable post-secondary education. This is something that Northrise is striving for and succeeding in doing as graduates are performing well in their fields. There are not many post-secondary institutions in Zambia (only 3 I believe) and the ones that are in place are run by the government and full of fraud. Dr. Zimba was very excited to see us and vocalized his appreciation of the partnership that Dordt College shares with Northrise University and looks forward to the work that we will be doing together.

The students were then dropped off at the dormitories. The guys and girls were brought to different sides of the same building where mixing was taboo. The guys were not to go over to the girls side and the girls knew likewise. This was strictly enforced. It was much different than what we are used to at Dordt but it helps keep the students focused on studies. The separation also allowed us North American guys to get to know the male Northrise students very well. Living with the guys in the dormitory was a wonderful experience and easily one of the best parts of the trip. With Zambia’s national language being English it was very easy to converse with the Northrise students on a personal level. We talked late into the night on many occasions covering topics such as religion beliefs, marriage rituals, dating, and of course women in general. (I mean...we’re all guys, you knew it was bound to happen.)

One thing I personally enjoyed in the dorms was cooking. I co-cooked several meals which turned out to be a fantastic time of fellowship and community. I now know how to make nshima, the national dish and staple food of Zambia, along with all of the fixings. You have to “listen to the smell” as one of the guys put it. (Nshima is made from a corn flour and has the same texture/viscosity as mashed potatoes.) You have to eat it with your fingers and it can be very messy. It is definitely an experience and not for the faint of heart because you WILL be laughed at the first time you eat it. We all became quite experienced at eating it as we had it 5-6 times in the week that we were there. A day without nshima is rare in Zambian culture.

We all went to bed early as the overnight flying had tired us out. Each of the guys was in a different wing of the dorms which in the end really helped us to mix with the guys and encouraged us to interact more with them. We were appreciative of this arrangement looking back because it forced each of us to get out of our comfort zone and meet new people.

We were thankful for safe travel as we arrived at our destination. Additionally, we were pleased with the warm welcome that received from our brothers and sisters in Christ. Knowing that there is family all around the world and we all share faith in one Lord and Saviour is such a blessing!!

Soli Deo Gloria

To God alone be the Glory

London Friday, May 14, 2010

We landed mid-day in London tired from the overnight flight but determined to make the most of a 7 hour layover. We checked a few bags and then found tickets on the Underground (metro/subway) and headed into downtown London. We saw Trafalger Square, the Canadian Embassy (woot woot), Big Ben, Parliament, and Westminster Abbey. We had not planned our excursion beforehand so the team did not see as much as we wanted to. I guess that is just a good excuse to come back...

I’m pretty sure the group was embarrassed with me when we walked into a small convenience store and I located the small TIM HORTONS outlet. I was very excited to be eating Timmy’s in London after missing it for a semester in the States. It was not the freshest Boston Creme I’d ever had but it did ease the hunger for a while. (Confession: I may or may not have kept the bag and made sure it was in a few pictures of London.) It was definitely cool to walk around London for a while knowing that my country originated from there. A few Englishmen commented on my Canadian flags that I had on my bag and welcomed me to the home of the commonwealth. It was a very friendly atmosphere and at that point I was proud to be Canadian.

Other than that, we ended up catching another overnight flight to Johannesburg. This ended the day. We were glad that London went smoothly and that nobody got separated from the group in the large crowds. Additionally, the British Airways strike had not gone into effect yet which we were also thankful for.

Lessons in Wisdom and Grace from an Old Friend Thursday, May 13, 2010

Our flights went very well all the way to Ndola. We had to wait for a while to get tickets out of Sioux Falls because British Airways thought we were getting on their plane that afternoon and had not figured out we were still in the United States yet. After that was sorted out we were able to travel uninterrupted. The flight to Chicago went well, but the one to London went even better. The next excerpt is from my journal and tells of a friendship that I still cannot explain.

Well, I am just delighted to be on my way to London right now. It’s currently 12:05 am and I have spent the last 3 hours talking to Father Abbot Marcel Rooney. What a joy! He has been sharing stories about his life which includes becoming an abbot and teaching at the Vatican and later becoming the president of the Abbots. This job included adjudicating various monasteries and abbeys including the Westminster Abbey in Mission BC. (Which can be seen from my back porch for those of you who don’t know where that is.) He also worked very closely with Pope John Paul II. They both travelled frequently and the pope was always interested in what was going on around the world whenever Father Abbot Rooney returned to the Vatican. In addition to being good friends, the Father Abbot aided the Pope in his private chapel every day mass was held there.

It was very interesting to talk to him throughout the flight. I did not sleep very much. I learned a lot about the Roman Catholic traditions and even more about Benedictine monks and the history that follows them. Father Abbot was on his way to the Vatican to give a tour to university students. He was showing them all of the cathedrals around Rome and giving a lot of history behind them. He had so much knowledge to offer that it would have been cool to go with him to Rome and learn more about the history of the Catholic Church. He was very excited to hear of our trip to Zambia and wants to hear about it when I get back. Father Abbot was very interested in the work that we were doing and the work of the gospel around the world which I found encouraging as a fellow brother in Christ.

I mentioned earlier that I still cannot explain the friendship that the Abbot and I have. As soon as we sat down and shook hands there was some sort of bond between us. We started talking and it seemed as though we had been friends for years. There was an inner peace somewhere inside and both of us felt it. Halfway through the flight the two of us got a bit giddy because we realised that the meeting between us was of no coincidence and that it was indeed the Lord at work. He mentioned that he had seen me waiting by the gate and had picked me out specifically as having a serenity about me. So, I do not know how to take that comment but know that it was not by accident that we ended up sitting next to each other. He and I were not supposed to be on the same flight as I was supposed to go a day before and him a day later.

From this interaction I have to admit that the Holy Spirit is at work wherever we go. Friendships are wonderful things, and knowing that you do not have to say goodbye but instead say “see you on the flip side” is a comfort. It was easy leaving Father Abbot and knowing that someday we will meet again where there will be stories to share about the work being done in the kingdom of God.

Patience and Hospitality Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Today was a lesson in patience. We left Dordt College at 2:30pm heading for Sioux Falls Airport. We got through security and baggage check without problem. Then the waiting began. The flight that we were to take to Chicago was delayed from 5:30 until 8:15 because of the weather in Chicago. Unfortunately, our flight for London was still leaving on time so we would have missed it had we taken the flight from Sioux Falls. This would have resulted in an evening in the Chicago airport. Instead the Vos’s were able to book flights with our travel agent for the next day. (This still blows my mind because we were able to get 8 tickets for all of the same flights the following day...unreal...thank you Lord).

The Stadems graciously opened their homes to the six students for the evening and satisfied our appetites as well. The entire team was very thankful for this display of hospitality. I am continually amazed by the Dordt connection as this is not the first time that members of the Dordt community have opened up their homes to student travellers who are in a tight spot and our entire team would like to publicly thank the Stadems again for their generosity as they eased the otherwise bleak beginning of our trip.

Through all of this the team was learning to trust in the Lord as we again admit that we are not in control and must place our faith in our Maker and Creator. The team was given some wise words that evening which were to take three steps: Pray, Trust, and then find Joy. These three steps were put into practice that day and referred to throughout the trip when things did not go exactly as planned. At this point in the trip we were praying for flights the next day and that things would go smoothly.

Additionally, questions started forming in a few of our minds as to whether or not we were supposed to be taking this trip. Surely, if the Lord wanted us there we would be able to get there...but why the delay? Again, the trusting and praying was something we did a lot that evening but the team was still concerned about the delay. We went to sleep giving our troubles to the Lord and hoping for a better day tomorrow.

Home Safely

Hello Everyone,

I know this is way out of order...but we arrived safely back home. Unfortunately I have not been able to access any internet while in Zambia but I journaled throughout the trip. So, I will be recounting the trip from here. Thank you all for your prayers and support. They were much appreciated by the entire team!! Thanks again!

Nathanael Couperus

Introduction Necessary

Dear Family, Friends, Supporters and Followers,

My name is Nathan Couperus and I am writing this blog as a journal for a trip to Zambia. I will be travelling along with 5 of my fellow students of Dordt College and Professor Vos and his wife as the travelling part of our Gen 273 cross cultural class. We will be staying in Ndola, Zambia at our sister school Northrise University. The purpose of this trip is to strengthen the bond between the two schools. We are the first students to visit the Northrise and therefore are the first student representatives of Dordt College. (No pressure or anything.) Professor Vos and Wolthuis have both been to Northrise to teach agriculture and theology classes respectively. While we are at Northrise University the students will also be helping Professor Vos teach an agriculture class. We will be setting up a drip irrigation line as a demonstration to one of his lectures. Other than helping with his class I'm not quite sure what we will be doing while we are there. We trust the Northrise administrators as they will be planning any outings we take. Through this our team is trying to adopt the polychronic view of time that is dominant in African culture rather than the monochronic view of time that North Americans share.

[Side note] These views of time were presented in a book that we were studying as part of our Gen 273 class. The book is called When Helping Hurts: How to Alleviate Poverty without Hurting the Poor...and Yourself by Brian Fikkert and Steve Corbett. It has definitely altered our group's perspective on short term missions projects as well as given us a greater understanding of the larger picture of poverty. I will probably be referring to the book throughout various posts. (If you're still wondering about monochronic/polychronic views of time, monochronic is the belief that time is a finite resource and we must pack as much into our day as possible and be as efficient with our time as possible because there are only so many hours in a day. Polychronic on the other hand, is the view that time is an infinite resource because there is always more of it. Relationships and quality time is of much more value than productivity. As one can see, North Americans are very susceptible to a monochronic view of time where as Africans are on the opposite end of the spectrum with a polychronic view of time.) [End side note]

So, other activities that may be undertaken include a tour of Seeds of Hope and CRWRC and the work that these two organizations have done in the area. Another possibility is that the university will give us activities aligned with our majors. There is talk of a day spent with the civil engineer of Ndola for myself because I am a civil engineering major. Additionally, one of the students may spend time with several orphanages and local area schools because she is an education major. In conclusion...we may be doing so many different things but we really won't know until we get there. I guess you could say that could be a hook to keep following the blog. :)

The trip will be two and a half weeks. We will leave Dordt College on May 12th and hopefully return to America (in our respective states/provinces) on May 28th. We are all very excited for this opportunity to use our gifts to learn and serve the Lord our Maker. I do not know how much internet access we will have when in Africa, so if I’m not posting very much…that is why. I will be journaling on paper, so when I do get home I will put it up for those of you who will not see me for the rest of the summer.

A few items to pray for:

Safe travels to Africa on so many different flights spanning two days.

The families of the team as they worry about us.

The people of Zambia and our interactions with them.

Thank you so much for all of your support. It is appreciated!!