May 22, 2012

A Blessed Family Trip to Togo

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Thank you for praying for our family trip to Togo last week. The Lord heard your prayers and blessed us with a challenging but encouraging visit. The challenging part was sickness as Stephen had fever with vomiting during both flights to Lomé. After a day of rest in Lomé though he was better. Christine came down with the same virus on Wednesday but persevered through it and we all made it to the end exhausted but healthy!

The picture above is our family with Christians from the Batoé church. Our time in Togo was so special, and yet so short! We met with and greeted Christians from eleven different churches and still didn’t get to see even half of everyone that we wanted to! Nevertheless, we were encouraged to see faith stirring in people’s hearts as they live their lives in service to their Creator. God is alive and working among the Watchi and our prayers of many years are still being answered. Praise God for His faithfulness!

Da Emily: Da Emily, pictured above with our family, was the house worker at the teacher house (after she worked for the Bunners for several years). Since our departure she’s been working in an orphanage taking care of 22 boys! Her faith was strong and she is doing well.

As well, we had traditional “fufu” with Papa Kofi and Da Adjo. Kofi is one of the elders in the Tabligbo Church. They are doing well and were surprised to see us!

Fo Yao: We were also able to visit Fo Yao (pictured above). He was our house worker all of the seven years we were in Togo and was Matthew’s best Togolese buddy! The boys prayed over him at his house. His son, Moses (pictured left of Matthew) is getting to be a big boy. It was good to see Yao doing well. This was one of the trip highlights for Matthew!

Photo and Video Gallery {Pictures and Video from our Trip}

 

Sedomé/Batoé Church and Denni Situation

Sedomé Church: When a leader falls, it brings shame and discouragement to the Christians. This is certainly the case in Sedomé. The shame and discouragement was so great that many refused to come to worship for weeks after the whole thing blew up! Others in the village hurled insults and ridicule at them and their shame and embarrassment was great! Even in spite of the challenges the Christians were facing, I found them strong and encouraged. Most, if not all of the Christians have returned. In fact, one man told me that there’s a small revival taking place as those who used to be luke-warm are taking their faith more seriously! Pictured above is Akossiwano giving a testimony during worship of how God blessed the birth of her seventh child! We praise God who is turning a terrible situation into a blessing! Only He can do that!

Report on Denni: Thank you for praying for the difficult situation with Denni. The Lord answered your prayers and we experienced some amazing things. (Pictured above are the boys and myself after the meeting with Denni just before a yummy lunch of beans, dried cassava and oil. The woman smiling is Denni’s wife, faithful to Jesus even in spite of her husband’s sin!).

First, I didn’t even expect Denni to be in Sedomé the weekend that we were planning to visit. Normally, if someone knows that a “confrontation” is coming they would make themselves scarce. So when Denni showed up at church during my lesson Sunday morning, I was surprised!

The lesson I planned aimed at accomplishing two goals: Confronting him publicly/directly about his sin as well as encouraging the faithful Christians that the way of the righteous will stand forever while the way of the wicked will perish. Again, to my surprise, Denni stayed through the entire lesson (I expected him to get up and walk out).

After worship the men were asked to stay to discuss something important. Again, I expected him to leave, but he stayed. For the next three hours we had a huge discussion concerning his actions, sin and consequences not only for himself but also for his family and the faithful Christians in the Sedomé church. The Holy Spirit moved all of the leaders to share, confront and even offer forgiveness. Everything that I could have ever dreamed or prayed to be said was said. No stone was left unturned.

Rather than argue or point his finger back at the other men, Denni sat quietly with shame written on his face and listened to every word. Towards the end I could see tears dropping on his forearms and then his hands began to shake. I felt moved to pray so I got down on my knees, looked him in the eye, told him I loved him, and then prayed that God would give him the strength to repent and return to Jesus. He sobbed for more than 20 minutes as we prayed.

The day could not have been planned more perfectly. The words could not have been articulated more powerfully. The leaders could not have been more unified. Denni’s heart could not have been more broken. Mighty prayers were answered.

Denni left with his head hung low and then we had a meal with the rest of the Sedomé men and leaders. Whether Denni will repent and restore fellowship with Jesus and the church is left to be determined. I pray that God will give him the strength to do just that. Even if he doesn’t though, the Word of God was victorious as the men and women of the church held fast in obeying Jesus’ words in Matt. 18:17 to have the church as a whole confront him and make his choices clear. I saw courage and determination in the hearts and faces of the rest of the Christians there to stand up for what is right and to say the things they had to say no matter how difficult or complicated the situation.

Thank you again for your prayers. God listened and He answered. Let us continue on in prayer for Denni, that he would find his way again!

Night in Batoé: After our time in Sedomé, we drove to Batoé, a village located by the Mono River to spend the evening/night with them. They had swept, cleaned and prepared a whole private compound just for us, complete with our own private bathing area, bathroom and courtyard! It was soooo hot, we slept outside under mosquito nets (pictured above). They were prepared for us to stay for more than three days and were disappointed when we said we would only be there two days and one night:( This was the boys first night to stay in the village like this. Afterwards, Stephen commented that “life in Africa is hard”.

Our time was spent “listening and counseling” Christians and Leaders as they came one by one and in groups to update us on how they are doing. One woman, Doneno, especially needs our prayers. Her husband (a lifetime alcoholic) had a fight with the church leader’s mother in January. During their “spat” the women called out to the “gods” in desperation (the woman denies that she did this). A few days later he became very ill. As he grew sicker and sicker, he began telling everyone that this woman had put a curse on him and that’s why he was sick and dying. His last conversations were filled with these accusations. After five days of sickness, he passed away. The accused woman fled the village in fear that she would be harmed or killed (what they often do to people accused of sorcery). The woman returned a few weeks before our visit and the whole village and Christians are afraid of her. In fact, when she came to worship on Sunday, the rest of the Christians refused to come. Finally, the woman’s son, the leader of the church there, confronted his mother and told her to stop coming to church. Now the Christians are worshiping together again.

Doneno, a Christian, came to me discouraged, frustrated, angry and in need. Her husband is gone and she’s left to take care of the six children on her own. Also, it’s important to know that these women (Doneno and the accused church leader’s mother) live within 100 feet of each other and see each other everyday. The situation is very sad because there’s no way to know the real truth. As the man passed away, he left his own curse on the church and village with his accusations… words that can’t be confirmed as truth or denied as lies.

No matter what the true is, the answer is for Doneno (and the rest of the village) to forgive, love and pray for their enemies.

While I spent time listening and counseling Christians in Batoé, Christine walked three miles with Christian ladies from Batoé to visit the Agodeke Christians (with temperatures in the low 100′s)! Since our departure the men and would-be leaders in this church have either died of sickness, left the church or left the village. There are 12 women however who are still faithful to Jesus. One of the women knows how to read. So on Sundays, they all come together to sing, pray and the reader will read from the Bible. They’ve been doing this on their own for over a year now. What faithfulness! They were encouraged by Christine’s visit (as was Christine)!

Adangbe, Literacy and the Ag Mission Farm

Kpotonou: On Tuesday, we visited the Kpotonou Christians in Adangbe. I was encouraged to hear that Dzo and Massan (pictured above at their home) had started a new church that meets in the school house close to their village. Three people were baptized last year, one of them being a voodoosi (wife of a voodoo idol/spirit). Dzo and Mawuko, the other church leader in Kpotonou, have never gotten along really well and I think that’s what prompted the beginning of a new church. A Barnabas/Paul type situation where the men went their separate ways. It’s not my favorite way to begin a new church, but nevertheless, new people are coming into the Kingdom. We found the Christians in Kpotonou unified and encouraged.

Evé Literacy: Earlier this year, Minen, the wife of Laté our Agricultural Missionary among the Watchi, began a literacy class with Christian women in Adangbe. Literacy has been a huge issue, especially among women, and is a huge need in the Churches. Christine was able to attend one of the classes (pictured above) as a dozen or so women gathered together to learn how to read. One thing we are super excited about is that Minen is using the same literacy materials in Evé that we are using in English and Kinyarwanda in Rwanda! The literacy teaching process was developed by Literacy International and then their staff worked in the local languages to put together the primers for teaching. In fact, this past week, Christine had her first Kinyarwanda Literacy lesson with a Rwandan woman who wants to be able to read her Bible. The lessons and process are the same, no matter what language they are using! Exciting!

While Christine attended the literacy class, I met with church leaders from three churches in Adangbe. Some are content with the way things are and aren’t really looking to grow or make disciples. Others are frustrated by their failed efforts to plant new churches and stopped trying in their discouragement. Still others are working even now in four different villages to make disciples and bring families to faith. We talked for three hours about the need to keep trying even though past experiences have been challenging and unsuccessful. Sometimes, they need to change their methods. Other times, they just need to keep trying, washing the dust off their feet in unreceptive villages while praying for and seeking people and villages of peace who are seeking God. I pray that they will not give up, but continue to do the work of evangelism and church planting, as it is our Lord’s command to continue to make disciples. My words during this trip were much more challenging than ever before. So much so, that some are probably wondering if this is the same Murphy who worked with them before!

Ag Mission Farm: One of the highlights of my visits back to Togo is always a visit to the Agricultural Mission Farm. When we left Togo two years ago, we took the money from the sale of our old Prado (may it rest in peace) and bought 40 acres of land to begin a mission farm. Since that time Laté and a team of other workers (Yohaness, Emmanuel and Kossi are pictured above working with the Mission Farm’s 2-wheel tractor) have been clearing, plowing and planting season after season. The main goals of the mission farm include providing a place where Watchi farmers, church leaders and other Christians can come to “see” new agricultural techniques and crops that they can use and plant in their own farms to increase productivity of their land as well as generate more income for their families and churches. As well, another dream is for the farm to produce income for ongoing and future development and ministry projects that the Lord will lead us to in the future. Funds for Watchi Development will be generated in Watchiland! 100% sustainability is our goal! Likewise, the Ag Ministry will provide us a ministry that we can use to serve others in new villages as we search for people and families of peace. We call this an “Access Ministry”.

One of the main crops on the mission farm is pineapple (of course!) Stephen and Matthew are pictured above with Yohaness each holding a 10 pound organic pineapple! Yummmmmmm, we ate them on the spot and they were delicious! We praise God for pineapples. This year the farm will have it’s first major harvest of pineapples and we are expecting 5-10 tons! As well, we are planting teak trees, corn, peanuts, cassava and have a plan to raise goats, chickens and plant tomatoes in the dry season. The farm currently needs a water well to do these last few projects. If you are interested in helping with that, let me know!

We praise God for the Agricultural Ministry and most especially for Laté and Minen Lawson (Laté is pictured left showing us two huge pineapples. Their hearts of service, integrity and passion to disciple others are constant sources of encouragement to us. We also praise God for the blessing that He has placed upon the farm as we see the land producing more that we expected. Many people are and will continue to be blessed through this ministry. Families are becoming economically stable. Jobs are being created. School fees are being paid. Access Ministries are being developed. A foundation for future development and ministry funding is being laid. Hope is replacing despair. All in the name of Jesus! Praise God!

Family Trip to Togo

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“Never say you will pray about a thing; pray about it.” – O. Chambers

Family Trip to Togo: In just a few hours our family will board a plane headed to Togo. Since we left in December, 2008, we have not been back together as a family even though I’ve been back twice.

Christine and the boys are super excited (and me too!) to get to see and visit with our Togolese brothers and sisters in Jesus!

It’s going to be a rough trip though and so we ask for your prayers for safety and health. More specifically, we ask that you pray that God would give us strength and wisdom to encourage and bless Christians and Churches.

We would be so blessed if you would pray for us each day.

Schedule:

  • Thursday (April 7): Depart Kigali. We will spend the night in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.
  • Friday: Arrive in Lomé. We will spend the night in Lomé with Laté and Minen.
  • Saturday: Visit Vogan and Tabligbo. We will spend the night in Tabligbo.
  • Sunday: Visit Sedomé and worship with Batoé Church Cluster. I will be dealing with a difficult leadership and church situation and need much wisdom! We will spend the night in Batoé village.
  • Monday: Visit and encourage Batoé Christians. We will spend the night in Lomé.
  • Tuesday: Visit and encourage Adangbe Christians. Christine will be participating in an Eve Literacy class and the boys and I will be harvesting pineapples on the Ag Mission Farm. We will spend the night in the Kpotonou village.
  • Wednesday: More pineapple harvesting. We will spend the night back in Lomé.
  • Thursday: Eat at the boys favorite restaurants and go swimming where we used to go on our days off. This is a “fun” day for the boys to get to do some of the fun things they enjoyed in Lomé while we were living there. We will spend the night in Lomé.
  • Friday: Depart Lomé and fly through Ethiopia to Kigali.
  • Saturday (April 16): Arrive in Kigali at 1:40 am! Full of joyful experiences and exhausted physically:)

Prayer for Denni and Sedomé’s Leaders: Pictured left are Denni and Daniel, two of the leaders from the Sedomé and Batoé cluster of Churches. I worked closely with these men for over eight years! These past few months, Denni, the man on the left with the great smile, has fallen into a terrible and sinful situation. He has left the faith, admitted that he is sinning but says he will not stop or repent. Because of his status as a leader he has brought great shame upon the Christians in this area and they are very discouraged.

On Sunday, I’ll be meeting with this church and hopefully will get to see Denni. Please ask the Lord to give me wisdom and courage to bless as well as confront; to say what I need to say and do what I need to do so that the church can recover and Denni repent.

I’ll send a full report when we return in a couple of weeks.

Mama Gasaro – Part Two

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After my visit with Mama Gasaro, the woman who lives across the valley from my house, I talked with some of the orphans in Extra Miles Ministry (a ministry to genocide orphans). Extra Miles started a benevolence committee that meets weekly to help vulnerable women. Mama Gasaro is one of many women who often go to ATN (our local non-profit organization) facilities on Saturday mornings for help and counseling. I asked if one of the orphans on the benevolence committee would accompany me to visit Mama Gasaro. It was decided that Gertrude would go with me. Gertrude is a genocide orphan in her mid-twenties. She attends a university here in Kigali. She is one of seven children in her family, however, her parents and all of her siblings were killed during the genocide.

Gertrude and I set off for the 1 hour walk to Mama Gasaro’s house. We had no way to tell her we were coming, she has no telephone, and I was not entirely certain I would remember the way. I did remember and Mama Gasaro was at home when we arrived. She was distressed because her baby was sick.

The baby has a heart problem and is often sick. We talked about her immediate needs to take care of the baby. Then I asked her if she had any ideas about what she could do to change her current situation. She told us that she wanted to study hairdressing. She had already researched and found a salon where she could study for three months. I asked Gertrude if she thought this was a good idea, she said yes. Gertrude told me that if Mama Gasaro knows hairdressing, she can find a job or perhaps even work out of her home. We prayed together, gave Mama Gasaro some money to take the baby to the doctor and made a plan to go together to the salon the next week.

During the week, I saw Mama Gasaro in my neighborhood. She was there to take the baby to a clinic. We talked for a while and I asked her if she would pray for the following two days. I asked her to ask God to give her an idea of how she could also help pay for the fees to study hairdressings. Her immediate reaction to this request was not positive. She said she had no way of helping. After she calmed, I told her just to ask God and see what happens.

Today Gertrude and I walked across the valley and met Mama Gasaro near the hair salon. Together we went and talked to the owner, a woman named Mama Fredy. Mama Fredy assured me that Mama Gasaro will be able to find a job or at least some clients after she finishes studying. I paid the fee and Mama Gasaro will start tomorrow. On our way back toward the valley, Mama Gasaro told us that she had prayed in the past two day. She told us that the idea God gave her is that after she finishes studying and finds a job, she is to help others. Praise God! I wanted to cry right there on the path. That is the kind of heart we are seeking. I have learned not to get excited early but to keep praying. Time will tell if Mama Gasaro will finish studying, find a job and help others. However, today I am encouraged and feel blessed that mine and Mama Gasaro’s paths have crossed.

Mama Gasaro – Part One

Christine Crowson

Recently, I met a young woman named Mama Gasaro. She has two daughters, one four year old and a six month old baby. I asked if I could come to her house and visit. We made a plan to meet so she could take me to her house.

When I asked if I could visit her, I assumed she lived in our neighborhood. I was wrong. We met and she was surprised that I wanted to walk to her house. She said it was far. I soon discovered that she lives in another part of town, across the valley from my house. It took us a little more than an hour to get there. I don’t think I would have walked had I known how far away she lived but I am so glad that I did. I have lived in this city for two years and looked out at this valley from my front porch everyday. I have prayed over this valley and this city many times. However, I had never really seen it until the day I walked through it with Mama Gasaro.

During our walk, I saw life in that valley and in her part of town through her eyes. We stopped and greeted women who were hoeing in fields. We greeted two women who were collecting very dirty water from a little stream that runs through the valley. We greeted men and women walking on the road or standing in front of their houses. We passed young men drinking beer in front of small shops tucked between houses. She told me about the schools and churches we passed. We talked about life in Rwanda versus life in America. She was opening my eyes to see life around me in a different way.

We walked and walked until the city started to look like the village and then we were at her house. She lives in a small one room mud brick house. There are maybe four feet between her front door and the back wall of the house in front of hers. She told me that her husband left her when she was three months pregnant with the baby. She has no job, no land to farm, and little hope. She didn’t have to tell me that she felt despair about her future, I felt it for her. How will she provide for her daughters? What about school fees and uniforms? What will she do? We visited for a while and I made a plan to come back and visit her again.

Mama Gasaro walked me part of the way home and as we walked, I watched cars much like mine race by us. How many times have I been the one in my air conditioned car racing past people much like Mama Gasaro, not really seeing them. I decided that I need to get out of my car more often and walk with people. On another walk through the valley to visit Mama Gasaro, a genocide orphan named Gertrude, told me, “When you drive your car you are rich, when you walk, you are one of us”. We all see the world through different sets of lenses. We see through our current circumstances, our experiences and our cultural mindsets. I have prayed many times that God would open the eyes of my heart to see things more clearly. I praise and thank him for this walk through the valley that helped open my eyes.

Nubwambere Nyoye Ubushera

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Since our return to Rwanda a month ago, I have started visiting Jane every Tuesday.  Jane is an orphan and a widow and a mother of two.  She lives in a small village in the Bugasera district made up of homes built for genocide orphans and other needy people.  Half the houses were built with supplies provided by the Rwandan government.  The other houses were built by the Red Cross.  The houses built by the Red Cross are brand new little concrete homes with tin roofs and wooden doors and windows.  They all look identical and really nice.  They are currently empty, awaiting their needy occupants.  Even though the appearance of this little village is so organized and even pleasant, I sense a hollow, empty feeling while I am there.

While on furlough I was convicted to pursue a friendship with Jane and let God lead that friendship where ever He wants.  When one visits a village where everyone living there qualifies as “vulnerable”, it is easy to see countless opportunities to provide aid, to DO something to help.  However right now, I feel a nudging to listen and learn, not DO, not yet.

Last week I was reading something written by Oswald Chambers.  He was using the passage from 2 Corinthians 10 that says,

“We are human, but we don’t wage war with human plans and methods.  We use God’s mighty weapons, not mere worldly weapons, to knock down the Devil’s strongholds.  With these weapons we break down every proud argument that keeps people from knowing God.  With these weapons we conquer their rebellious ideas, and we teach them to obey Christ.”

Chambers says, “How much Christian work there is today which has never been disciplined, but has simply sprung into being by impulse!  In Our Lord’s life every project was disciplined to the will of His Father.”  Chambers goes on to say, “This is the day when practical work is overemphasized, and the saints who are bringing every project into captivity are criticized and told that they are not in earnest for God or for souls.”

I had never before thought about good Christian development projects while reading Paul’s words in 2 Cor. 10.  I believe Oswald Chambers is saying we need to take our ideas of good and helpful projects and make even those obedient to Christ.  I do, however, pray daily for spiritual discernment to know when God is giving the green light to begin something of a physical nature.  For now I am listening, observing and hopefully learning in Bugasera.

Now to explain the title of this post.  “Nubwambere nyoye ubushera” means ‘The first time I drank ubushera’.  Last Tuesday, while I was helping Jane prepare ubugari and sauce, she brought me a glass filled to the top with a murky, brown beverage (there’s a picture in the slideshow below).  It didn’t really have much of a smell.  She handed me the glass and told me it was ‘ubushera’, a very popular drink among Rwandans living in the village.

Ubushera is made from sorghum.  The week before we had had a discussion about this drink.  She had told me it was non-alcoholic and I supposed now she wanted me to try it for myself.  Ancille, the 21 year old genocide orphan who accompanies me to Bugasera each week, assured me that it is very delicious. Ancille took a big gulp, smiled and said, “It’s delicious!”  Jane poured herself a glass and they both looked at me expectantly.  I took a sip and I am sorry to say that I thought I might throw-up.  By the look on Jane’s and Ancille’s faces, I realized I needed to drink my whole glass and somehow enjoy it!

We were sitting behind Jane’s house which has an outstanding view of the beautiful valley across from her small village.  I looked out across the valley and pleaded with God to help me drink my ubushera in a way that honored my hostess.  I took another swallow, a little bigger this time, and tried not to make an ugly face.  Jane went back to work on our meal so I put my drink down to help some more.  Three more times I picked up my glass and before taking a swallow, I looked across the valley and pleaded with God to help me.  After my fourth prayer and my fourth swallow, one of Jane’s neighbors joined us and Ancille’s glass was refilled.  Jane joined us and we sat in a tight circle near the cooking fire chatting and drinking ubushera.  It was then that I realized the ubushera didn’t taste so bad after all.  I wasn’t going to throw-up and I would  finish my whole glass!  Not only that but I was being included by these Rwandan women in what was probably a very normal activity for them.  I wanted to dance a little jig in praise to God for helping me drink my ubushera and giving me the honor and gift of being among these beautiful women.

I look forward to many more cultural lessons and shared experiences with Rwandans like this one.  I pray that during my visits to Jane’s, God can use me to be hands and feet and arms (and sometimes a stomach) to share tangibly His love for these people.  May my heart always be open to His will and His timing in all things.  May the hollowness and emptiness in Jane’s village be exchanged for fulfillment and joy because of their obedience to Christ.

Hello Rwanda – 2009/2010 Crowson Family Photo Album

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Our furlough is less than one week away and we are busy getting our presentations ready for  supporters, family and prayer warriors. We have so much to tell all of you!

I finished our “Hello Rwanda” Crowson Family Photo Album which will give you a glimpse into our new life and ministry in Rwanda. There are several biographical stories of some of our new Rwandan friends which we believe you will enjoy as well as updates on our vision and mission in Rwanda.

We are so grateful for so many of you who bless, support and pray for us! God is shining his light in the darkness and transforming a hurting nation. Praise be to His Name!

You can click this link to download the “Hello Rwanda – 2009/2010 Crowson Family Photo Album” in pdf format. It’s almost 14mb, so make sure you have a good internet connection. Also, it’s best displayed in Adobe Acrobat 8 or higher viewing two pages at a time side by side. Enjoy:)

Here’s an excerpt from the first page of the Photo Album…

Our family transitioned from Togo, West Africa to Rwanda, Central Africa in January, 2009 to begin a new life and ministry.

Rwanda, a country affectionately known as ‘The Land of a Thousand Hills’, is a land filled with wonderful people living in an unparalleled story of recovery. The culture is colorful and the people are warm and receptive. In spite of their tragic history, Rwandans are filled with a hope and excitement about their future that will inspire every visitor.

We are thankful to God to be apart of His Transforming Work in Rwanda.

Goodbye Togo – 2008 Crowson Family Photo Album

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The end of this “on the field” term is quickly coming to a close as our departure for furlough approaches. This was our fifth term in Africa and covered one year in Togo and 18 months in Rwanda. We put the “Goodbye Togo 2008 – Crowson Photo Album” together to give you a glimpse of our last year in West Africa and the special friendships and times that we shared there. I’m currently working on a “Hello Rwanda 2009 – Crowson Photo Album” which I hope to post sometime this coming week!

You can click this link to download the “Goodbye Togo 2008 – Crowson Photo Album” in pdf format. It’s almost 18mb, so make sure you have a good internet connection. Also, it’s best displayed in Adobe Acrobat 8 or higher viewing two pages at a time side by side. Enjoy:)

Here’s an excerpt from the cover page of the photo album:

Our family moved to Benin, West Africa in 1998 and worked among the Aja for three and a half years. In 2002 we transitioned to Togo, the country just west of Benin and continued to minister to the Aja and began a ministry among the Watchi. Our years in West Africa were filled with challenges, victories, hardships as well as great times of joy as we experienced the power of God changing lives.

We love West Africa, it’s people, diverse cultures, tropical fruit, beautiful beaches, lively markets and at times even the heat! There will always be a special place in our hearts for this part of God’s beautiful world.

Umunsi w’Abagore

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Today was the International Day of Women or in Kinyarwanda, Umunsi w’Abagore.  Twenty-three women from my neighborhood gathered together to celebrate the day.  There were some men as well and more children than I took time to count.  The day was celebrated with sodas, goat kebabs and boiled matoki as well as many speeches given by both women and men.

The women took the opportunity to dress up traditional Rwandan style, they looked beautiful!  My neighbor, Beatrice, came over to my house and dressed me up in some of her clothes before we went to the celebration.  I was so glad!  For a few moments during the day I forgot I was white and felt like I blended in.

I want to share one story told by the lady who made the first speech of the day.  This woman is a young mother who has earned a masters degree in economics and works for a bank.  She started her speech by encouraging women that getting an education is very important.  She had to work hard for her degrees and earned them without her family’s support.  She went on to remind the women that even though they get an education and a job, there first responsibility is in their homes.  She told them to make sure that they keep their homes nice and that their children are well cared for.  She told them that even if they have a job and perhaps earn more money than their husband, he is still the leader of the family.  She shared an interesting Rwandan proverbial story with the group.

Here is the story:

One day a man came to a widow’s house wanting to have sex with her.  She told him to come back to her house later.  While he was gone, she cooked many dishes for him.  Even though she used a variety of ingredients in the various dishes, the main ingredient of them all was beans.  When the man returned, he noticed that she had prepared some food for him.  He began lifting the lids off the different  dishes and what did he find?  Beans, beans and beans.  The woman said to the man, “Even though we women are all a little different, really we are all the same.  Go home to your wife and leave me alone!”

I thought that it was a profound story and very interesting that it was told on a day like today and in a group of women.  I have found it to be true from the United States to rural Togo to urban Rwanda!  Woman are women, we just come in many different flavors.  I enjoyed the day observing these women encourage and empower one another.  I feel honored to be living among them for this season of my life.

Here are a few pictures from the day…

Marthe

I don’t usually write blog posts but Murphy asked if I would write about Marthe.  We moved into our house in Kicukiro, Kigali in February last year and soon after moving in a young woman came to ask if we wanted to have our house sprayed for mosquitos.  I said yes and gave the young woman our information.  She told me her name was Marthe and pointed out where she lived, just up the street from our house.  She told me she had a five year old daughter and that was the end of our conversation.  Almost as soon as she left our house I felt burdened for her.  I started praying for her every time I passed her house.  On two occasions I tried to visit her but she was never home.  I added her name to my prayer list and started lifting her name before the throne every morning.  

A year ago we moved to Rwanda from Togo, West Africa.  It was the most difficult move I have ever made.  Saying good-bye to my Togolese sisters and brothers felt like ripping my heart into pieces.  My first six months in Rwanda were challenging.  I cried a lot mourning the loss of friends and life and  in Togo.  I was unsure of the reason God called us away from Togo to Rwanda.  I did feel certain of the calling so I dove into language learning and began asking God to show me His purpose for me here.  Right away I felt a resounding sense, deep in my heart, to be patient and to trust God.  God led us here and he would show us his purpose in His perfect time.  

At the beginning of this month,  I was having a heart to heart with God about the up-coming year.   I was telling God, “I have been patient, I have been learning language, now what?” The words Jesus spoke to Peter in John 21 came rushing at me like a freight train.  ”Simon son of John, do you love me”, …”then feed my sheep”.  I immediately went to those scriptures and read that dialogue.  I felt like Jesus was saying the same thing to me.  Jesus was challenging Peter, he was challenging me.  At that point in his life, Peter was broken and at the end of himself, now Jesus could use him.  Will I be broken and come to the end of myself?  I hope so!  Yes Jesus, I love you!  I will trust you and feed your sheep, please show me how!

Just a few days later Marthe came to our house.  It had been almost a year since I last saw her.  I had been praying for this woman daily for nearly a year without ever knowing why.  She was at our house conducting a survey for our neighborhood.  I asked if I could come and visit her at her home.  She seemed eager and happy for me to come.  This past Thursday I went to Marthe’s house.  It was only my third time to speak to her but I felt like I had known her for so long.  We sat awkwardly for a moment and then she sprang up and announced that she had some photos to show me.  She left and came back with an album and a sack full of snap shots.  For an hour I sat in her small cinder block house, on her gold colored velour sofa sipping warm Fanta and listening as she shared her life with me.  I saw pictures of her as a teenager, pictures with her friends at the lake, pictures of her family.  I saw pictures of her wedding and learned that her husband lives in a town three hours away.  She didn’t tell me the reason.  I saw pictures of her siblings and their weddings.  I saw pictures of her teachers and classmates at a technical school and later pictures of her students at that same school.  I saw pictures of her daughter and listened as she explained that four months ago her husband came with civil authorities and took her daughter away, she hasn’t seen her since.  In the moment she told me that her loneliness felt palpable.  

I left Marthe’s house amazed at the God we serve.  I may never know exactly why he burdened my heart to pray for her but perhaps it was because of the difficult journey that lay ahead of her.  I was overwhelmed by the the love God has for her and for all of us. He knows Marthe intimately and allowed me the opportunity to take just a glimpse into her heart.  I now have a specific prayer to pray for Marthe.  I don’t know my future but I hope Marthe is in it.  I praise God for his patience with me!  I feel encouraged to keep pressing forward with my language learning and keep trusting God and feeding his sheep.  That may take many forms and shapes and I pray that everyday my eyes and my heart will be open so that I don’t miss the opportunities He lays in my path.

Merry Christmas from the Crowsons!

Our family wishes you a very Merry Christmas this Holiday Season! May the Lord Jesus shine His Loving Light upon you and bless you in every way! To all of our family and friends in the States we want you to know that we love you and miss you and are thinking of you this Holiday Season!

We’ve had a fun week with four Xmas parties already and one to go! Monday we had a Christmas pancake supper and a visit from Santa (Thanks to Chris Shelby’s parents for bringing over stocking goodies for all of the kids and for bringing “Santa”!). You will see pics of Stephen and Matthew with Santa in the slideshow.

Tuesday we made Christmas ornaments and had a party for Stephen and Matthew’s neighborhood friends.

Wednesday we enjoyed hot chocolate, Christmas Carols and a White Elephant Gift Exchange. I was so glad to get rid of Star Trek: The Next Generation: Season 1. It was great when I was 7 years old! But now, 30+ years later, it’s really cheesy…Heath was the lucky winner of that gift:) Enjoy brother… We also video taped our group singing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”. You’ll see it in the slideshow. We do wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Today Christine and Stephen made homemade “York Peppermint Patties”. Then she made Christmas Sausage Cheese Balls and is making Carmel Popcorn right now. It’s a yummy Christmas!

Tomorrow we are going to have a “Progressive Christmas Dinner” with our teammates. We’ll start with hors d’oeuvres @ 4pm at our house, then we’ll head to the Shewmaker’s house for the main meal followed by dessert at the Koonces (with another gift exchange—real ones this time). All are welcome!

Enjoy the pictures and video! We love you!

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