Sunday, December 7, 2008

A Peek into Our Daily Life

We had a request to describe a typical day here and for info about what our lives are like here. So for those “INQUIRING MINDS”…

Each day is a little different and things rarely get boring. During the school year, Jessa and Josiah must be at school by 7:35. Since the school is about 70 yards from our house they walk. School lets out around 12:40. Kailey and Ashlan also do their school at that time at home. Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays I teach art at Talitha Kumi. Steve’s schedule and responsibilities change almost daily. He can be found in meetings about official ministry decisions (recently he was elected Chairman of the Board for Hopes Promise in Namibia, with him casting the only “nay” vote on that), interfacing with social workers or counselors, leading a youth group meeting, fixing something at a foster family’s house, or even providing rides to the hospital. It just depends on the needs of the day.

Some days I walk to the market to get groceries and freshly baked bread for the day’s meals. Friday mornings we host the weekly foster parent meetings at our house, where we conduct parent-training.

Once school is out at 12:40, our house gets very busy and begins to feel like Grand Central Station until dinner time comes and we say goodbye to all the kids! Some days it seems that we are getting knocks on our doors every 5 minutes. Friday evenings we frequently host movie night at our house for some of the children. Occasionally children will also spend the night here. Saturdays the knocks begin much earlier!

As far as our free time goes, sometimes we make the drive into Swakopmund as a family and shop, eat out, go to the beach or whatever we can find to do. Sundays we all attend church at 9am. The kids attend children’s church at the pastor’s house and adult church is at the Town Hall. Sundays we don’t have children over but have our family day. We enjoy any peace and quiet we can get. As a family we like to play games, watch some TV, or even just drive out into the desert and go exploring.

Arandis is not the easiest place to be. While there are cities in Namibia that are quite nice and modern, Arandis is a town that is rather run down. The town is littered with broken beer bottles, cans, candy wrappers, used condoms and graffiti. Hundreds of stray dogs wander the streets in search of scraps of food or water and even dig up and eat people’s plants out of desperation. Kids of all ages also wander the streets, and some are fed only slightly better than the dogs. They play with whatever is available. The other day I saw a little boy playing with a tin can he was dragging behind him on a string! There are Shebeens (bars) on every corner and Tombo houses where people make and sell their own brew on every street. They play loud music all through the night on the weekends- especially on the last weekend of the month when people get paid.

We are at least blessed to have electricity, running water (usually), a vehicle, decent roads and markets with recognizable food items. Recently we’ve had no water for hours on end during the day because of work they’re doing on the pipes. That’s not so easy when it’s 115-120 degrees outside. We’ve learned to store up water in big bottles.

There are no fast-food restaurants in Arandis, and convenience foods at the stores are pretty expensive, so all meals generally must be made from scratch. I don’t mind that though since it’s how I prefer to cook anyway. All the local markets have freshly baked bread daily- what a wonderful treat! In Africa almost nothing happens in what we would consider a timely fashion and many times stores don’t have things they are supposed to and that are advertised.

As you know by now, the climate is hot, dry and the landscape desolate. Outside the town is a hauntingly beautiful, inhospitable landscape of sand, rock and bare mountains as far as the eye can see. It is fun to explore when the weather is cooler. And outside of Arandis there are many wonderful places to see like the ocean, the world’s highest sand dune, game parks, ancient cave paintings, dinosaur footprints and bones, deserted diamond mining towns, Namibia’s version of the Grand Canyon and many more. The culture here is also beautifully rich and diverse with a fascinating history.

Hopefully this gives you a little picture of what our life is like here in Namibia. We really hope that many of you can come and experience it for yourself someday. It is a country unlike any place else on this earth!


-Karrie

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Mission Trip to Arandis, Namibia (Short Plug)

Hi all! Our home church - The Father's House - in Chantilly, Virginia is planning a small group trip to come visit and serve in the spring of next year (2009). This trip is open to all of our friends and family to make, so here's some basic detail so you can let us know if you're interested:

When: Target dates are April 26th - May 8th, 2009 (Flexible, to get best plane ticket prices)
Where: Fly from Washington, DC to Windhoek, Namibia. Main stay in Arandis, Namibia.
How much: We are estimating the price to be around $2500 (USD), which depends mostly on the price of the plane tickets at time of purchase. Each person is responsible for their own funding, though we encourage you to trust in God for it!
What: Children's ministry and outreach during school holiday in Arandis, and possibly in Usakos and Karibib as well, and we will also do a little sightseeing during free time.
Who to contact: To receive more information, or to contact the trip coordinator please email either Pastor Pat Fauntroy at patfauntroy@verizon.net or me (Steve Graham) at reachnamibia@yahoo.com.

Here are some pics from this last year's children's ministry outreach in Karabib...


Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Enjoy your turkey today, and be safe. We will be enjoying the day together as a family. It doesn't feel the same (mostly because it's not a holiday here and everyone is about their business as usual), but that's ok. We were at least able to find some turkey meat at a store (not a whole turkey)...

But, most of all, don't forget the reason why we celebrate. It's a time to give "thanks". Why and to whom? Simple...

"Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good." (Psalm 136:1)

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

For those of you who saw the spider post and got scared off... (PART 2)

...or, how about this picture - taken from the top of one of the dunes around Swakop...


Ready to buy your plane ticket yet? A team is coming in May of next year. You wanna join them??

Sunday, November 2, 2008

SAND! No Kidding?!

This has got to be my most favorite road sign ever... I mean EVER.

(in case it's not obvious...)

This can be found on the drive from Swakopmund to Walvis Bay (just a bit west of us on the coastline of Namibia).

For those of you who saw the spider post and got scared off...

I know that some of you who were considering a visit got a little creeped out by the picture of the camel spider. So, to help you with your decision, I decided to put up another picture of the nearby coastline...

(click the picture to enlarge)

Now. Who wants to visit?

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Arandis Current Events

Well, Arandis made the news. One of the ladies who works at the local bakery in Arandis gave birth to conjoined twins (at the hospital in Swakop). It's the talk of the town at this point. The good news is that the twins don't share any organs, and so an operation is possible. I hear that the next step will be setting up a fund - because it will have to happen in South Africa, where the medical system is considerably better. Not sure what the plans are after that.

Here's the article:
http://www.namibian.com.na/2008/October/national/08321C3AFA.html

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Why did it take me so long?

We finally have an updated family photo, and you'll now see it on the right side of the blog. The old one was quite nice, but it was 2 years old.

Here's a slightly larger version for your viewing pleasure (meant tongue-in-cheek of course)...

Yeah, Josiah looks a little bothered, but he really wasn't... really.

I tried to photoshop it, but it just wasn't working for me...


Sunday, October 12, 2008

Does anyone know what this thing is??

I have not seen one of these things before. It's not a scorpion, and it's not a spider. It's kinda like a cross between them.


Anyhow, I was just curious if one of my arachnid-enthused buddies (ok, Wes, mostly you...) could fill me in?? The body is about 3 inches long, I think it has/had 8 legs (though, 2 appendages could also be legs or something else - it's not obvious on this squished specimen), and two pincers at the head. It does NOT have a stinger-tail like a scorpion.

And for those of you considering coming to visit- don't get scared off. I found this dead outside the shops in town, not at a house, and it's the first time I've seen one. No one around was able to tell me what it was, so I don't figure it's too common.

Oh yeah, and God didn't give you a spirit of fear anyhow, so quit the quiverin'...

Saturday, October 11, 2008

I think I'm going to enjoy being 35...(cont.)

Oh yeah, and I weighed myself yesterday and found out I lost a ton of weight since we moved...
...oh, happy day!

I think I'm going to enjoy being 35...

Yesterday may have been my best birthday ever - though maybe others have been pretty fantastic. I really enjoyed all that Karrie and the kids did to make it special for me. There were also two other things that REALLY made it stand out for me.

1 - I got to be a "messenger" of life-changing news yesterday to Sululu (this hero of a lady who has taken in children to her home with reckless abandon, and has given up almost everything that she had so these children could be cared for.). She was completely at the end of her rope, and was faced with having to sell what she had here in Arandis and move the children to a cheaper but less secure location just so she could hold onto them. This house - worth about $3,000 to $4,000 US - is the only real possession that she had left to sell. But God provided a different way, and I was able to participate in delivering some good news to her. Our ministry will help her and her children both financially and in other ways. And the highlight for me was personally handing to her, in cash, the amount she needed to pay off the remaining bank note and get the house in HER name once and for all! Her children will ALWAYS have a place to live now, and no one can lawfully take that away from her.

We love this lady, and have chosen to lock arms with her. She is truly living the call of God and has given up EVERYTHING to take care of these children. We were able to tell her now that she "is not alone" - and back that up with action.

Truly, my role was only one of obedience to God's will and nothing more. Honestly. But, to even play a role at all was a huge boost to my heart. She told me later, "when I was at the end of my rope, you tied the knot for me. I would have had nothing to hold on to were it not for you." I took the opportunity to point to God as the one who was the real provider. I sure didn't want to take the glory away from God in this.

This had a HUGE impact on my heart. If asked by someone "why did you move your family half-way across the world to a dry and dirty place like Arandis?" I would say nothing. I would just take them to visit Sululu's children. They ask for nothing. Nothing! But they have real, genuine need. Food, clothing, housing - yes. But more than that, they need people who demonstrate to them by their actions just how special they are. I have grown VERY close to her children. Some have even begun to call me "dad" sometimes. One of them wrote to me recently that I am the only "father" that they've ever had. Not many things make me cry. That one did.

Yesterday was an extremely emotional day for them - and for me as well.

2 - That story was awesome, but also meaningful to me personally were all the birthday cards Sululu's kids made for me. Take a look at the one below from Franciska (11 yrs old)...



Yep - that bald man in the big hat is supposed to be me. :-)


I am still in the reverie of the moment...

Friday, September 19, 2008

Dr/Mrs/Auntie/Teacher/Chef/Mommy Karrie

Oh she's wearing lots of hats these days...

I just wanted to give props to my wife, particularly as she has been pulled and stretched in so many different directions recently.

"Teacher" Karrie, working at the school with the 4/5th grade class.

And now, she's playing single mom as I've had to make another trip into Windhoek overnight.

Thank you honey, just for being you...

-Steve

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Movie Nights at the Graham's

We watched "Lilo and Stitch" a couple weeks ago, and then "Spiderman 3" a couple nights ago. Many of the children in the picture are staying on their own right now at a house nearby. We've been doing our best to keep an eye on them and make sure they have everything they need. You may think that "movie night" is a highlight for them... but I have to say it's more of a highlight for me!


The word "ohana" comes up in "Lilo and Stitch" pretty frequently, which apparently means "family" in the language of the Hawaiin people. The story is about orphaned siblings - with just an older sister raising a younger sister - who find a delinquent alien creature they think is just a rude, ugly dog who decides he wants to be part of their family whether it's a normal family or not. I promise, the movie selection wasn't done intentionally. They picked it out to watch, and they'd never seen it before.

But, man, the parallels are striking. They are from families torn apart by disease and poverty, and the older ones are basically raising all of the little ones themselves, and it's not easy. And I KNOW they would all give anything to be in a permanent family. They never turn down an invitation to come to our house. Never. We're doing all we can to watch out for them, but I wish we could do more.

I'll tell you what, if I could just adopt them all we would - they're absolutely great kids! I hear that they might be moved to Windhoek to stay there at the end of the year. I know that's best for them, but I love these kids... and I'll miss them terribly when they go.

-Steve

P.S. And also, Karrie made cookies with them the other night. It was their first time ever...

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Living here in Namibia is like living in a huge zoo...

... or maybe a combination Zoo-Daycare center. :-)

I'm not sure what this zebra was doing here at a fence along the road [almost the entire country has fences along the roads to keep the kudu (moose-sized deer-like animals) from running out into the road], because it's not a game park and they tend to live up in more northern areas of the country.

I'm guessing he was tame, because when we came to a screeching halt, pulled over, walked right up to the fence, he just came right over to us. He was so excited that he almost pulled the fence down as he was leaning on it.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Special Delivery

Karrie got to play the role of midwife (kinda) recently. She accompanied our Afrikaans' language tutor to the hospital for the birth of her baby, and was sort of a labor coach for her. Well, the nurses at the state run hospital there didn't seem to care too much, and there was no doctor to be found. After a while, well, they had a baby. Karrie was glowing following that experience, to say the least.

Chriszelda with her new son "Imanuel" at one day old. He's pretty cozy!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Another funny antecdote

It came out recently that Kailey was born in Kentucky. Mind you, the only frame of reference that the people here have for the word "Kentucky" involves the one and only American restaurant chain in this country (only in the big towns/tourists locales).

So, all of Kailey's friends here now say she was born in a KFC.

I think I find it funnier than Kailey does.

August 2008 Newsletter

I almost forgot to post the link to the newsletter... but I didn't. So, here you go:

Download Newsletter

Sunday, July 27, 2008

The Advocate

For some reason I've been spending a lot of time thinking lately on the meaning of the word "advocate". There are four definitions given for the word at Dictionary.com. The one I identify with the most is "a person who pleads for or in behalf of another; intercessor". Generally speaking, the word has a legal meaning, which is why 3 of the 4 definitions given are related to official use of the word. My thoughts and day dreams have been more along the lines of a non-legal use. The image that I dwell on the most is of a superhero interceding to save the life of a young child. It's The Powerful stepping in on the behalf of The Powerless.

You know, that's the person I want to be. The one who steps in to help the weakling. Now, I'm under no illusions - I don't consider myself very powerful...but instead the life that now lives inside of me bears a level of power we usually describe as omnipotent. The Jesus who lives in me (and every other true believer on the entire planet) is the same one who came to earth to step in the way of the freight train we know of as "eternal death" to protect us.

I think the perspective of the "advocate" is what is behind the wording we find in James 1:27, which reads "Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world"(NIV). Have you ever just sat and thought about that passage? Who is more vulnerable and seemingly hopeless than children with no parents, and women with no way to earn a living? Even the hungry dog outside my yard right now knows how to search for food. The ability to sniff out food is innate in a dog, but not in a child. Even the dog is born with teeth sharp enough to fight most everything off by himself. Even the strongest of children would die quickly without food, water, and shelter. Few have even the inborn strength to forage for themselves at younger ages. And, of course, since there's no natural source of food, water, or shelter where we live, what hope do hungry children have except for the help of an adult. Of course, that scenario in itself requires having adults around who care about the children more than their next sip of brew. So, I cannot help but ask the question to myself... who will be the advocate here?

For that matter, what about the meekness of most women (the use of the word "meek" is not meant as a derogatory description - I promise)? In some cultures, women are less valued than the physical possessions of a man. In fact, in many cultures, the woman IS a physical possession of the man. Those ideas are certainly not foreign here. So how little worth does society place on a woman who no longer brings a dowry to the table? The widow usually inherits NOTHING, and is no longer the "daughter" of their family of origin. What is a woman with no wealth and no future supposed to do when the "tigers come at night". Usually she ends up being swallowed up by the tigers. Who is her advocate?

A couple weeks ago I pulled up to a small lodge in town to meet with a guy who does some carpentry work for me. Behind the lodge is a dumpster. That day I found a boy (maybe 5 years old) and a girl (maybe 7) searching through the dumpster. The children here can be found sometimes looking for either edible food, or for glass bottles that they can turn in for the small change of a bottle deposit so they can buy bread to eat. I took some individually wrapped biscuits/cookies out of my car and offered them something to eat (thank you Caroline Webb for the idea). Of course, I didn't even finish the question of "would you like some..." before they interrupted with a resounding "yes". I realized in that moment that the children were likely fending for themselves. I would like to have spent more time with them, but they quickly scurried off - most likely to avoid competition from other, healthier/stronger children who would have been happy to take away their snack. I ask myself now - who is the advocate for these children? Where are the adults who are supposed to look after them?

Every day here in town I meet someone who is asking for something. For some, it's money, food, or clothes. For others, it's a job. Honestly, some are just asking for a drink of booze - a way out of their pain and misery. In a country so beautifully situated for the immense tourism market and the wealth of mining it seems a travesty that so many are still treading water in the financial world's sea of forgetfulness. Who will be their advocate?

You know, there could be a million "advocates" that show up in this country, and there still wouldn't be enough. The poverty that exists here goes beyond the surface of physical and social need. In fact, the physical poverty here may be the least of the concerns I see. There's some sort of spirit that I can feel here that is the opposite of "advocacy". I tend to think it's called "oppression" -> which is the spirit that motivates the powerful to seek out the weak for purposes of exploitation. The oppression I think we're witnessing here is too great to be overcome simply by the effectiveness of welfare ministries. The battle against flesh and blood is useless in the face of this type of oppression. This country won it's independence less than one generation ago using that sort of tactic. Now, they are fighting here for a different type of independence, and the tactics must change.

You know, I haven't really finished my thinking about the true meaning of advocacy. Even the last few paragraphs are just a matter of thinking out-loud. It's a good thing that the answer doesn't depend on me. It's a good thing that Jesus already stepped into the chasm between man and God to stand on our behalf as OUR ADVOCATE. And through the power of Jesus Himself I am confident that we will be able to truly make a difference here. Through Him we can be advocates. And so can you.

Friday, July 18, 2008

From the files of useless but funny antecdotes...

So, upon hearing about how when Kailey was younger, and before we adopted Josiah, Kailey prayed and asked God for a brother - Josiah now feels like he was an "answer to prayer" (of course, with a twist of pride in it). So there's the background, now here's the conversation that just happened:

Kailey: "Josiah, stop being annoying"
Josiah: "Did you pray for a brother who wasn't annoying?"
Kailey: "No"
Josiah: "Well, there you go then!"

Dad/Steve: "wow... I mean WOW" (and then, laughs his head off)

Have a nice day everyone!!!

Monday, June 30, 2008

"Hello from Arandis" Video download

We sent a video to our home church in Chantilly, VA for viewing. In case you want to see us and the Arandis area you can download the video (it's a big file, so be patient) to your local computer for viewing.

Right click on the following link and choose 'Save Target As' or 'Save Link As' in order to download the file to your local computer.

Link: http://us.share.geocities.com/xpertdd/reachnamibia/Hello_from_Arandis1C.mov

To view the file from within a web page, just click on the link.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Happy 13th Birthday Kailey!

For her 13th birthday we took Kailey out to see some Dolphins and Seals off the coastline of Namibia. Pics, of course, below...


above: a seal came up on the boat and sat on Kailey's lap... of course it was one that the skipper was familiar with - so no danger there...


above: there were dolphins everywhere it seemed, and they loved to follow the boat around as if it was a game.

After School Club in Karibib

We had the opportunity to work alongside a short-term mission team that came to Arandis from the Tampa, FL area. My (Steve) main participation was with the after school clubs (kinda like VBS) that we did in Usakos and Karibib (both close to 1 hour drive away from Arandis). The following pictures are from our time in Karibib.

above: the ages of people who came ranged from infants to adults




above: the venue was a stage area behind a local bar - which was sorta strange, but it worked! Of course, that meant that at times I had to play "security guard" in keeping the inebriated adults from interfering too much.

Above: even the adults listened in carefully to the stories of Jonah, David & Goliath, etc.. Some even enjoyed the crayons and coloring pages that were passed out. We enjoyed the opportunity to include them.

above: everywhere you look around here you find babies on the backs of people - even on the backs of their 6 or 7 year old siblings.




above: Ms. Debbie with some of the precious little ones who just absorb any attention and affection they can get.

Next year we expect to play host to a team from our home church in Chantilly, VA in doing some similar things with children. If you would like to know more about joining the team from VA please send me an email at reachnamibia@yahoo.com

Thursday, June 5, 2008

June Newsletter

You can download our latest newsletter with updates, pictures, etc. by clicking here.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Language Acquisition Made "Fun" (LAMF)

I must say, I was less than enthusiastic about going to Windhoek for MORE training. Granted, all of the preparation that AIM has provided for us has been for our benefit as well as for the benefit of those we serve and therefore necessary and even a blessing. Frankly though I was ready to be beyond that "training" phase and settle in here! But, LAMP (Language Acquisition Made Practical) is required by AIM so, I submitted my attitude to the Lord and tried to make the best of it. I actually ended up enjoying our time in Windhoek quite a bit and LAMP tuned out to be kind of fun!

The major premise of LAMP is learning language through relationships, not through book learning. Though we ultimately need to learn Afrikaans here in Arandis, the language we learned there was Otjiherero. Half of our time at LAMP was spent going out into a portion of Windhoek populated largely by Otjiherero speaking people where we had the chance to use the phrases we were learning. It was amazing to see people open up as we white Americans greeted them in their mother tongue!

One day when we were sent out, it was lunch time and we followed our noses to an area where there were lots of vendors preparing delicious looking meats and breads in the traditional styles over open fires. It was quite an experience! In one area there were whole portions of freshly butchered sides of beef, etc. I was SO glad we had missed the actual butchering time! I could barely handle the sounds of the dying chickens in the restaurant we visited in Kenya! But, the men would just cut off big pieces of beef and throw them on the fire. For a few Namibian dollars they would then cut off bite sized pieces for you which you could then stand there and dip into piles of seasoning and salt they had setting there. The meat was quite tasty. I don't think I've ever had meat so fresh.

But.... back to our language learning experience. So, here we were, completely out of place, smiling and proudly trying out our newly aquired phrases on anyone and everyone. "Wao hara!" I would say, which means "Good afternoon!". But why were people ignoring us or worse, snickering and talking to each other in words I couldn't understand? We continued undaunted. "Wao hara!" we said, "Wao hara!" (note from Steve: by "we" Karrie means her and some others... I wasn't saying that to anyone 'cause I knew better :-) ) Once in awhile we were rewarded with "Nawa, nawa." which was the expected response. But it seemed that people generally either didn't understand or were refusing to respond to us. .

Finally Steve and I sat down on a bench to rest. A gentleman came, sat down and began a conversation with us. He said he was Herero but that we were not in a Herero area which is why people weren't responding the way we'd hoped. OOPS. Since he was Herero he humored us by allowing us to practice our great (ha,ha!) language skills on him. Then he offered to walk us to a Herero area and not only walked us there but acted as our guide, introducing us to everyone he knew and even taking us to see some Himba (who are also Otjiherero speaking, and are ones who live out away from cities and a lifestyle pretty well free from any modern conveniences)! He seemed to have a wealth of knowledge on Namibian history and Herero culture. We learned SO much! He told us we must be very poor though since we had no cows. I proudly told him my family in the US had about five cows and he let me know that someone with only five cows should be very ashamed to tell people that because they must be very poor. Sorry Lonnie and Mom! Seriously, we were very humbled by this man's willingness to spend his day with us, asking nothing in return.What a fantastic day we had with our newfound friend!

Fast forward a week. So, now, here I am back in Arandis, freshly inspired in my Afrikaans learning. Taking walks out in the community, to the market and to visit people to practice my Afrikaans has become my new hobby. It is such fun and so rewarding as people respond with joy at hearing me attempt their language! At first I feared the idea- wondering what people would think and how they would respond. But everyone has been so encouraging, helpful and kind. Yesterday morning, I took a walk to the market to buy ingredients for a birthday cake. On the way back, I stopped to practice my Afrikaans on this lady selling homemade curtains. She asked me where I was from and became very excited when I told her the US. She has spent 20 years in the US, loved it and loves Americans. She came back, she said, to care for children in need here. Currently she cares for fourteen children in her humble, Arandis-sized house. I couldn't resist and invited her to come to our house for dinner last night. What a WONDERFUL treat. I feel like I found a diamond because this woman truly is a jewel. Some of her life experiences inlude: being the wife of an ambassador to the US (formerly), being involved in the independence fight, and currently running a day care and shelter for orphans and vulnerable children in Windhoek. We ate and talked for nearly four hours after which I drove her home where I got to see many of the children. I am liking this language learning thing.


-Karrie

Monday, May 26, 2008

Guess what ELSE we found...

We had to travel to Windhoek (the capital city of Namibia) for a language-acquisition course that was required for us (which will help us as we learn Afrikaans, and greetings in the local languages), and on our way back to Arandis today we saw this scene...


I hope you can see what the picture is of, but in case you can't tell - we saw some giraffe.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Guess what we found...

So, we're on our way to do the kind of stuff we came here to do (you know, work with orphaned and vulnerable children) and we almost ran this thing over...


And so, of course, he became our mascot for the day...


But, we had to let him (or her) go (how does one know which with a chameleon??). In case you're wondering, chameleons really do change colors. We tried it on Jessa's pink shirt, though, and I think it's abilities were a little stretched then.

Anyhow, I know we owe you an update on our ministry efforts, but we've been so busy with the children lately and also with trying to get the house updated/renovated so we can move in that we have had very little time to spare. Coming soon though...

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Pictures from the Camp in Swakopmund

Thank you all for helping us get to the camp in Swakopmund last weekend. I finally had time to sit down and upload some pics. This was a truly amazing time for these children (our 4th-8th graders), and I hope we can do it again with them sometime. Some highlights:

(1) First time to a camp of any kind for several of them
(2) First time for some of them to see an elevator
(3) Special bonding moments between myself and the children
(4) Good bible lessons, especially as taught by my friend Boniface who also lives in Arandis
(5) This camp can usually only be afforded by the more well-to-do children in the country (notice the digs most of them have on). The Hopes kids got to enjoy life right along with those kids this time. It made them feel special, for sure.

Above: Arrival at the Swakopmund Secondary School, where we stayed.

Above: Just some heads stickin' out the window. :-)

Above: Practicing for a "talent show" type thing

Above: Grub time

Above: Some kids from Windhoek, after the trek up the dunes


Above: It's nice that we are near a "resort" type area on the coast, because there we find Dolphin Park, which has a pool and water slide. Funnest part of the camp for sure. Only about $1 (US) per child to get i

Above: Two of the Hopes children who came along when we went to the beach. Look how nice Swakopmund looks in the background. BIG contrast from Arandis and the lives of these wonderful children.

Above: One of the games... ketchup-eating contest.

Above: It was a tiring time. One of our girls just couldn't stay awake. :-)


Above: "Friends are friends forever...". Two of our guys.


Above: Bible times were orderly. A little different from what we're used to at camp in the U.S.

Above: Another of our guys.


Above: Kailey and one of her friends.


Above & Below: The group from Arandis together


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Practice your balloon animals...

So, if you're planning on coming to visit, get practicing on your balloon animals. They were a hit today at the pre-primary school that is run by Hopes Promise. (It's a very nice school for this area, and it's the type of place I love to visit. The ministry has put a lot of time, energy, and resources into the schools, and it shows. BTW - many of the children are from the community, and not just Hopes kids.) This was the last day of school before break, which lasts about a month here, so we tried to make things a bit special for the kids.





In case you forget, I'm going to re-post the pic of the school so you get a feel for how things look...

Thursday, April 10, 2008

April 2008 Newsletter

You can download the latest newsletter from this link: Newsletter

Friday, March 28, 2008

Mailing Address update

I almost forgot! Our new mailing address is:

The Grahams
P.O. Box 8
Arandis, Namibia (Africa)

Mail seems to take about 2 weeks, and it seems to be reasonably safe to send things. That said, if you send anything to us here you'll find out quickly that it's MUCH MUCH better to keep it in a flat envelope and not too heavy (for example, DVDs in a jewel case, or something like that). It can get kinda expensive if you send a box...

As always, our email is the same... reachnamibia@yahoo.com

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Arandis (pics)

above: We hiked up the closest mountain to Arandis with some of the neighborhood kids. This was a special adventure for both us and them, especially as we got to know each other. Though there are not the Hopes Promise kids that we came specifically for, they have become regulars in our home and lives.

above & below: Just some pictures to share with you the way Arandis looks. The town was originally built by the Rossing Mining company around 1979 to house it's workers. Since then, there have been little updates to the town and most of the structures and infrastructure have not aged gracefully.


Above: Home Sweet Home. Well, kinda. This house was bought recently for us to live in. We are staying in another house in town as we wait for the current tenants to move and for some basic repairs and changes to be made. Most of the houses are exactly the same in size and arrangement... so there wasn't a lot of house-shopping that needed to be done to determine where we would live. The GREAT thing about this house is that it's only about 80 meters from where the Hopes Promise kids go to school.

above: Unfortunately, this is the most common "wildlife" around Arandis. Also unfortunately, the kids don't have many places to play that isn't littered with broken glass. We have had to provide first aid help for several hurt feet (as most of the kids here in Arandis don't have shoes or simply don't wear them if they do). I am working with a small group of kids to help clean up an area so that they can play soccer safely (see pic below).