Rolling Along

As I write, I am rolling across the plains of Tanzania with the looming mountains of the Arusha region falling gently into the horizon. This semi-arid Savannah is dotted with small trees and shrubs surrounded by yellowish dried grasses. Here and there a traditional, circular, watto-and-daub mud home with thatched roof is seen; a lonesome man clad in the traditional red-and-black flannel of the Masai people herding a few cattle; as well as school children smartly dressed in uniform stepping back from the dusty path our bus is leaving while on their daily venture to school. “This is Africa”, as my friend Tumaini likes to tell me when explaining his culture.

I know the landscape will change many times during our thirteen hour safari home. We will pass the luscious, green hilly region of Manyara with its productive land, ripe in banana, greens and potatoes. Next will come a rocky region, which reminds me of how I would picture Galilee or Israel looking, leading onto Mwanza. Similarly, much will change in my own life when in a few short days I must fly back to my Mother Country - This land of affluence, timeliness, English, academia and political correctness; This land of dear friends, beauty, hardworking people and opportunities; This land which is called my mother country but a distant dream to many here in Tanzania.

This morning I read the back of a bus which under an enormous black and white photo of my president read, “In God We Trust”. This is the respect given to Americans from East Africa. Although my own political appreciation may vary, I heartily stand with my African brothers in the words, “In God We Trust”.

In God I trust to the leading from this chapter of my life. As I leave this beautiful place I have fallen in love with and ponder the joys and strengths of my African brothers, I would dare state that their strengths outweigh the dreary, hopeless pictures the West has painted of Africa. In fact my people, the Wazungu, would benefit to learn from their brothers in this land.

I am reminded of a small revelation I had one day peering through a dala-dala window traveling through town. As my western eyes looked they saw ‘poverty’ in the material sense. I saw unfinished buildings, rice drying on the side of the road which people walk through, old vehicles, mismatch clothing and broken streets when suddenly I saw the people. They were greeting each other, smiling and working together. Mamas holding babies on their back, children in groups of five and ten, old people, youth, business men and women. I then realized that in fact my African brothers are rich. They are rich in relationships. They have something right – valuing people over things or ease.

Kat and I spent a few days at Captain Nestor and Mama Rachel’s place in Sengerema on our way back from the village. Captain Nestor and his wife raised six of their own children to be productive and God fearing young adults as well as many others. Now in their older years they have an elderly cousin, couple of adult children, two grandchildren of their widowed daughter and a couple college students living in the home. One night over delicious dinner with the bustling family sitting around in the humble living room, Captain Nestor looked up saying, “We want to finish building our house, but there are schools fees to be paid.” They had already raised their own children, but the lives of others are more important than finishing their home.

Investment shows what is most valued. Coming from a larger family I know that the investment here is in people not things or comfort. I remember several years back meeting a family of 15 children from California. The father said people often would look at him accusingly, “How can you be so irresponsible?” or “There are so many starving children in the world.” He said, “I point to my children and say, ‘Which one of these would you trade for a better house or a boat?’” That father hit home with me - you get what you invest in. In Tanzania, I find a people that invest in each other. So what if your clothes aren’t the latest fade or your bowls are plastic, if you’re rich in love and hospitality for one another?

Just last night while visiting a couple young ladies I told them in America many people do not know their neighbors. One of them just laughed. I asked, “What’s funny?” The thought that a person wouldn't know their neighbors was a foreign idea to her.

I am not blind to the fact that Tanzania has many challenges which loom over its people. However it is important to look for their strengths, to appreciate them and to share these in order to give dignity. I have numerous times reassured my brothers here that my country is like any other earthly system, far from perfect. I find it most important to keep in perspective that we are but pilgrims or sojourners on earth journeying to a better country.

Saint Paul wrote to the Corinthians, “For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling (2 Cor. 5-12).” We see, hear and even feel the groaning of our temporary home called earth, in the news of floods, shootings, disease and evil plans devised. It only takes checking your email and seeing snippets of the news headlines to know that the world we live in is decaying. I would infer that no earthly kingdom or government is ‘better’ than another. It might just wear a different face. Despite God is greater and in Him there are joys unexplained.

In my own life, I have found much blessing, joy and wonder. Like author Philip Keller, “I am learning that life with Christ is a grand adventure shot through with startling surprises and blood-tingling bonuses”. A life surrendered to Christ and living by the principles set out by the Creator creates for a life of peace, even if things outwardly are breaking at the seams. The prophet Jeremiah spoke, “Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose trust is the LORD. He is life a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when the heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit (Jeremiah 17:7-8).”

On my journey homeward first to the States but ultimately to our Heavenly Father’s home I will write on the tablets of my heart that “very Life is found in trusting God”. Furthermore the duty of man is the fear of God and keeping His commandments (Ecclesiastes 12:13). The first of which is a call to Love - an all-encompassing love of Himself and our neighbor. Finally, to my brothers and sisters in Tanzania, thank you for teaching me how to love.