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| Renee' DeVos in Kifinda, West Africa |
Now here I am sharing what I experienced in Guinea, West Africa. Six months ago
I couldn't even tell you where that was on a world map and now I've been there!
After much prayer and one small miracle after another happening, to get me to
Guinea, it has happened.
When you prepare for a mission at PC3 you are required to complete something
called a “Re-entry” training module, to help you come back from a mission in a healthy
way. Upon re-entering a familiar culture after experiencing an unfamiliar one, some
people place their experience in a box on a shelf and keep it separate, never really
integrating it into their lives. Others come back feeling resentful or even guilty of the
blessings we have in our culture and the fortunate lives we lead. Then there are
others who come back and share their experiences with others, integrate what they
have learned into their lives, and continue to take what they experienced and grow
from it. I am thankful to fall into the last category, and it is for that reason that I
share with you some of the things I encountered while in Guinea.
After traveling two full days, we arrived in Conakry – the capital of Guinea – tired but
full of anticipation. It was dark and we were told we are not to take ANY pictures in
the airport. Men in official uniforms checked our passports and papers. The airport
was hot and dimly lit. One bag didn't make it from our place of departure in
Wilmington, NC. We were the last to leave the airport and I was amazed by the
amount of trash in the baggage claim area (wrappings, paper, tickets, etc.) left
behind by the travelers. Ten of us in total were escorted through check points at
the airport by a couple of very helpful people, one being Geno, a missionary who
would be hosting our stay in the village that would be our final destination.
Leaving the airport and driving through the capital I must have looked like a kid at
Disney World for the first time. With wide eyes, I stared out the window at the dim
often times dark city around me. There were people everywhere and small fires
burned here and there (I later learned this was a way for them to attempt to control
their trash from building up everywhere [a goal that was never quite reached]).
Where electricity did not exist, small lanterns were seen along the sides of the
streets to throw off what little light they could. You see, the city runs its power on
a rotating schedule, so sometimes there's power, but more often there's not!
After a night's stay in a gated missionary guest house, we were off to meet the
people in a village that was to be our destination, a 3 ½ hour ride from the capitol.
As we turned off the highway, the sign indicated the village would be 7 km farther.
We (in our four-wheel drive) were ushered in by the President of the village (on his
motorcycle). As the red dirt gave way to brown sand, we knew we were near our
destination. The missionaries' houses were simple accommodations, but had
comfortable amenities – limited water pumped from a well and electricity run by a
generator. They were very clean and fairly spacious. After cleaning up, we headed
down the road that led to the village.
I have never fallen in love with a group of people so quickly or missed anyone I'd just
met as much as I have these people. These beautiful, strong, loving people stole my
heart immediately. We were blown away by how they embraced us. We were
greeted by a parade of villagers singing, beating drums, and dancing to welcome us
to their village. Children ran to greet us and hold our hands. Those who couldn't
hold our hands, because others already were, would grab a hold of our shirts. They
just wanted to be close to us and make us feel welcomed. Huts made of earthen
bricks and straw roofs surrounded us as we made our way to the center of the
village. The dancing and singing continued and we were invited to join in. After a
while, the President insisted that we be seated. The people had seemingly brought
out some of the only chairs to be found in the village for us to sit on. In a speech
(translated by Geno), we were greeted and given welcome. The President told us
that he and the villagers were grateful to have us there and explained that they,
themselves, had nothing…therefore had nothing to give us in return for our visit.
What he did not realize, however was that the villagers were about to give us an
experience that was priceless.
Over the next few days some of our team would do dentistry (extractions and
teaching of oral hygiene), administer medical aid to some of those in need, give
support and comfort for those being seen and treated, install a pump in one of their
wells, help the villagers to prepare the foundation for a rice storage shed, and take
pictures to be used as icons in a future literacy program. While we were there, we
would learn some of their common phrases, and a lot about their way of life,
traditions, and beliefs. We learned how these happy, loving, generous people also
lived in fear. Their belief in animism left them constantly trying to appease the spirit
that is believed to watch over them and when we visited their “sacred tree”, walked
by the “sacred forests”, and passed by the house of the spirit, my heart went out to
these unreached people.
These missionaries have been in Guinea since 2001 and in the village since 2004
learning their specific language and culture as well as building relations with these
people. Their ultimate goal is to translate the Bible into the language of these
people – one spoken by no other group of people – so that they may come to know
Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior. This is a process that cannot be hurried. It is
not just important, but crucial that they know the language and culture well enough
to interpret and translate the Bible with utmost accuracy. The beginnings of a
literacy program are underway currently with PC3's very own Emily C. helping lay the
foundation.
The missionaries have already created a strong sense of trust with the villagers. It is
only because of them that the villagers trusted our team enough to allow Dr. B.,
Jennifer, and Lisa (the dental group that was a part of our team) to do the much
needed work on the villagers’ teeth.
While we were there our goal was to help these people in any way we could. More
importantly was for us to show God's love to them through our actions. Even
though these people have never been introduced to the Lord, they are certainly
loved by Him. We know he wants them for His own and we look forward to the day
when they will meet Him.
No one on our team will ever forget these people. The President, Mr. B., Jaques,
Sorell, Matisumo, Matiama, and Amara are just a few of these amazing individuals who
will, forever, remain etched in our minds and hearts.
I couldn't even tell you where that was on a world map and now I've been there!
After much prayer and one small miracle after another happening, to get me to
Guinea, it has happened.
When you prepare for a mission at PC3 you are required to complete something
called a “Re-entry” training module, to help you come back from a mission in a healthy
way. Upon re-entering a familiar culture after experiencing an unfamiliar one, some
people place their experience in a box on a shelf and keep it separate, never really
integrating it into their lives. Others come back feeling resentful or even guilty of the
blessings we have in our culture and the fortunate lives we lead. Then there are
others who come back and share their experiences with others, integrate what they
have learned into their lives, and continue to take what they experienced and grow
from it. I am thankful to fall into the last category, and it is for that reason that I
share with you some of the things I encountered while in Guinea.
After traveling two full days, we arrived in Conakry – the capital of Guinea – tired but
full of anticipation. It was dark and we were told we are not to take ANY pictures in
the airport. Men in official uniforms checked our passports and papers. The airport
was hot and dimly lit. One bag didn't make it from our place of departure in
Wilmington, NC. We were the last to leave the airport and I was amazed by the
amount of trash in the baggage claim area (wrappings, paper, tickets, etc.) left
behind by the travelers. Ten of us in total were escorted through check points at
the airport by a couple of very helpful people, one being Geno, a missionary who
would be hosting our stay in the village that would be our final destination.
Leaving the airport and driving through the capital I must have looked like a kid at
Disney World for the first time. With wide eyes, I stared out the window at the dim
often times dark city around me. There were people everywhere and small fires
burned here and there (I later learned this was a way for them to attempt to control
their trash from building up everywhere [a goal that was never quite reached]).
Where electricity did not exist, small lanterns were seen along the sides of the
streets to throw off what little light they could. You see, the city runs its power on
a rotating schedule, so sometimes there's power, but more often there's not!
After a night's stay in a gated missionary guest house, we were off to meet the
people in a village that was to be our destination, a 3 ½ hour ride from the capitol.
As we turned off the highway, the sign indicated the village would be 7 km farther.
We (in our four-wheel drive) were ushered in by the President of the village (on his
motorcycle). As the red dirt gave way to brown sand, we knew we were near our
destination. The missionaries' houses were simple accommodations, but had
comfortable amenities – limited water pumped from a well and electricity run by a
generator. They were very clean and fairly spacious. After cleaning up, we headed
down the road that led to the village.
I have never fallen in love with a group of people so quickly or missed anyone I'd just
met as much as I have these people. These beautiful, strong, loving people stole my
heart immediately. We were blown away by how they embraced us. We were
greeted by a parade of villagers singing, beating drums, and dancing to welcome us
to their village. Children ran to greet us and hold our hands. Those who couldn't
hold our hands, because others already were, would grab a hold of our shirts. They
just wanted to be close to us and make us feel welcomed. Huts made of earthen
bricks and straw roofs surrounded us as we made our way to the center of the
village. The dancing and singing continued and we were invited to join in. After a
while, the President insisted that we be seated. The people had seemingly brought
out some of the only chairs to be found in the village for us to sit on. In a speech
(translated by Geno), we were greeted and given welcome. The President told us
that he and the villagers were grateful to have us there and explained that they,
themselves, had nothing…therefore had nothing to give us in return for our visit.
What he did not realize, however was that the villagers were about to give us an
experience that was priceless.
Over the next few days some of our team would do dentistry (extractions and
teaching of oral hygiene), administer medical aid to some of those in need, give
support and comfort for those being seen and treated, install a pump in one of their
wells, help the villagers to prepare the foundation for a rice storage shed, and take
pictures to be used as icons in a future literacy program. While we were there, we
would learn some of their common phrases, and a lot about their way of life,
traditions, and beliefs. We learned how these happy, loving, generous people also
lived in fear. Their belief in animism left them constantly trying to appease the spirit
that is believed to watch over them and when we visited their “sacred tree”, walked
by the “sacred forests”, and passed by the house of the spirit, my heart went out to
these unreached people.
These missionaries have been in Guinea since 2001 and in the village since 2004
learning their specific language and culture as well as building relations with these
people. Their ultimate goal is to translate the Bible into the language of these
people – one spoken by no other group of people – so that they may come to know
Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior. This is a process that cannot be hurried. It is
not just important, but crucial that they know the language and culture well enough
to interpret and translate the Bible with utmost accuracy. The beginnings of a
literacy program are underway currently with PC3's very own Emily C. helping lay the
foundation.
The missionaries have already created a strong sense of trust with the villagers. It is
only because of them that the villagers trusted our team enough to allow Dr. B.,
Jennifer, and Lisa (the dental group that was a part of our team) to do the much
needed work on the villagers’ teeth.
While we were there our goal was to help these people in any way we could. More
importantly was for us to show God's love to them through our actions. Even
though these people have never been introduced to the Lord, they are certainly
loved by Him. We know he wants them for His own and we look forward to the day
when they will meet Him.
No one on our team will ever forget these people. The President, Mr. B., Jaques,
Sorell, Matisumo, Matiama, and Amara are just a few of these amazing individuals who
will, forever, remain etched in our minds and hearts.
| "Even though these people have never been introduced to the Lord, but they are certainly loved by God. They show His love by the love they have for one another and the love they showed to us while we were there." |