Sunday, June 17, 2018

Sailing the Atlantic

The view from the stern of the Ship.
We’ve spent 12 of the last 15 days sailing the Atlantic Ocean. Sailing is an incredible experience. Every day you wake up and look outside and are surrounded by ocean all around, as far as the eye can see. The ocean is an unbelievable shade of blue, the waves gently rock the ship and you’re reminded of just how majestic and vast God is and how small you are. There are dolphins and flying fish and whales to be seen and hammocks to rock in. The nights are spent lying on the top deck looking at all the stars, marveling at the fact that God created each one and knows them by name, the same as with us. It’s a period of much needed rest and relaxation after a long field service.

We successfully escaped from the Escape Room!
So here you are, on a Ship with the same 250 or so people, for almost two weeks. How do we spend our time? We spend it watching Ship related movies (Poseidon, Titanic, Pirates of the Caribbean), having dance parties in reception (because we don’t have to be quiet!), having mocktails with the Captain where everyone got dressed up in their finest clothes, playing board games, making Dutch pancakes (basically crepes), having a trivia night, crossing the equator at 0,0 and becoming Diamond Shellbacks, doing some karaoke, having worship on the bow, escaping from a really cool escape room that some people on the Ship created (although when you escape, you’re still trapped on the Ship), reading in the hammock, and more. Some crew members have worked very hard to keep us all entertained. However, for those who know me well, you know I am terrible at resting. So when we arrived in Dakar for our stopover, I was ready.

The President signing our guests book as our CEO looks on.
Late last year, Mercy Ships signed a protocol with Senegal, to come serve from August 2019-June 2020. In the meantime, the President asked if we would stop by so he could come visit the Ship. So we did. We arrived in Dakar, Senegal on the Tuesday and spent the day preparing for the upcoming visits. On Wednesday, we hosted a group of 32 local media, gave them some information about Mercy Ships and a tour. They were only an hour and a half late, no problem. Thursday was the big day – a visit from the President. I wish I could properly explain everything that goes on behind the scenes for something like this. I was given this assignment more than 3 months ago and have spent countless hours sending emails and in meetings, preparing for something where we had very little information.
Shawn took this as I was running up and
down the gangway before the President
arrived - the look says it all!
When the protocol officer came on Wednesday afternoon, we finally had an idea of what the day would look like, but even that is always subject to change. We have to be prepared for all contingencies. Everyone runs around as chairs are moved and speeches are translated and flowers are ordered and the program is changed and the presidential toilet is selected (I’m serious) and tour guides are prepped. In the end, the President came, had a tour, watched some videos, heard some speeches and gave some remarks of his own. From our perspective, everything went well – thanks to the amazing team we had. There were about 6 of us working all in on this visit and it made such a difference to organize this with a group of such excellent people. In his remarks, the President said that one of his biggest take aways from visiting the Ship was seeing the importance of having people who are willing to sacrificially serve others – just like our crew, who gives up what they have at home and come from all over the world to serve other people. Our hope is that this visit will strengthen our relationship with the Government of Senegal as our teams come to do further assessments in country to prepare for our upcoming field service. 

Even though there was lots of work to do, I’m thankful that I still had the opportunity to get off the Ship and see a bit of Dakar! On the first night, a small group of us walked about an hour and found a beautiful beach with absolutely no people around. I swam in the ocean, we explored the beach, had a few beer and (over)paid someone to get us pizza. We then wandered into town and found a place to have dessert. I think one of the nicest things was getting to interact with different people (not just Mercy Shippers). The second night we went to this really neat mariners bar (which was full of Mercy Shippers), where it was beautifully decorated and the waiters were dressed like officers. The bar extended out into the ocean (lots of jellyfish) and served delicious desserts! After that we went to check out a lighthouse, where I once again played translator as the guide explained to us the modernization of the lighthouse and how it functioned. We wandered through that part of town, admiring a giant African renaissance monument that had a cool street park at its base with lots of kids playing on rollerblades and playing football. We ended up a billiards bar and played some pool before heading back to the Ship. Dakar is actually quite developed (at least where we were), with great roads and good infrastructure in general. There seems to be a decent amount of public spaces and beaches, and lots of expats. Apparently they just discovered a large offshore deposit of oil and it’s been interesting to hear how they are trying to make sure to steward the resources well to help the country continue to develop further, including trying to develop universal health care. I look forward to seeing what small part Mercy Ships can play in that. 

And then we were off again! God has continued to bless us with smooth sailing and we will arrive in Las Palmas soon. While I’m excited to come home, that still seems so far away. I have two more mini seasons until then – a week of exploring in Las Palmas, and just under a week wandering through Barcelona and Madrid. I’m looking forward to a few days where I’m fully done Mercy Ships but not yet home to start the next season. A few days of just being, being in His presence, not having anything to do or anywhere to go. For all I joke about not resting well, I am incredibly thankful to God for the last few weeks. He has blessed me more than I could have imagined, and I truly feel spoiled. In less than two weeks, I will be back in Canada – what a journey it has been!

 Such confidence we have through Christ before God. Not that we are competent in ourselves to claim anything for ourselves, but our competence comes from God. ~2 Corinthians 3:4-5

For the Mocktails with Captain event, everyone dressed their best and got to take a picture with the Captain :)

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Saying Goodbye to Cameroon

Getting the cars ready for the sail!
Exactly 1 year and 6 days ago, I first arrived in Cameroon. It’s hard to believe all that has happened, all the adventures, laughter, mistakes made, lessons learned, friendships created. All the people I am closest with now, I hadn’t even met them yet. The person I was then, isn’t the person I am now. Looking back and seeing all the things God brought me through is incredible. It certainly wasn’t an easy year but I was blessed to do it alongside some amazing people, to be pushed and challenged to pursue God even when it was a desert season, to learn to heal from long ago hurts, to experience new ones and get back up anyway. And while I may be ready to leave Cameroon, I’m not sure I’m ready to leave Mercy Ships. I have 25 days left on this wonderful Ship. 25 days to be present and intentional and to pour out as much love as I possibly can. Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly excited for this next season. I’m excited to be home and part of my family’s everyday life, to learn new things, to see what God has next for me. But I’m also mourning the loss of this place, a safe place to learn and grow, a place to see Godly families and relationships modeled, a place where I am known, a place where almost every day I can see the tangible ways we are changing lives. I think this is the inevitable struggle of transitioning from something amazing and wonderful and good to something that will also be amazing and wonderful and good.

These are some of the amazing men who keep us safe.
I have definitely been struggling and the countless goodbyes haven’t made it any easier. Imagine if your whole town or church left inside a two or three week period…that’s kind of what the last few weeks have felt like. The goodbyes are coming fast and furious now and it’s been rough. Bosses, spiritual leaders, friends, community leaders, acquaintances…everyone has an impact on you. This is my first time fully finishing off a field service (I left early in Mada to do onboarding, and in Benin I left for Advance), and I’m so glad I haven’t had to experience this every year. I couldn’t do it. I don’t know how people do this every field service, over and over. This is absolutely stretching my newly learned vulnerability. How do you not put all your walls up and shut the world out when there are so many emotions and feelings tied up in seeing people leave? 

Before Michele left, we went for one final Comms team dinner and as we sat there, I looked around the table and realized that every single one of these people would be on the Ship next year. Except me. Wow. What a change from previous years. In Mada, I was the only one to still be there. In Benin, everyone left except myself, Michele and Tammy. And now everyone was staying and I was leaving. It’s the same with my group of friends – last year they all left, and I was the only one to stay. This year was a complete reset in terms of friendships. And this year, they are all staying. What a reversal. And yet, I still have absolutely no doubt that God is calling me home. Both our new Media Liaisons have been chosen and we’ve had the opportunity to train one of them over the last two months, so I know the job is well taken care of. God provided exactly who we needed to fill these roles and for that I am so thankful.

So other than all these goodbyes what have we been up to? Well we packed up our hospital and the dock, and we’ve been prepping for sail. The Ship leaves this weekend. We’ve been doing a lot of ‘lasts’: last time going to karaoke, last time going to the Indian place, last time at my favourite schwarma place, last time hosting local media (woo!), last time living in my 4 berth cabin (I moved into a single cabin!). That actually affected me more than I thought, saying goodbye to the bed that had been my home for the last two years.

Our Crater Lake group :)
We also had some new experiences. We had a big celebration for our Day Crew, to thank them for their all their hardwork and dedication. Of course, it turned into a big dance party until we said our final goodbyes on the dock. We also went on one final adventure – the crater lakes! This is a beautiful area with two large lakes created by volcanic craters. One of the lakes is sacred and only the village chief can swim in it (or something like that); but the other lake was fair game and it was delightfully cold! The whole hike was 9 hours, with about 2 hours’ worth of breaks; 18 miles and 453 flights of stairs. It was a majestic view, but I spent most of the time looking at the feet of the person in front of me. Rose and I had lots of laughs (mostly) bringing up the rear, as we focused on putting one foot in front of the other. On the way there we reached a part where you went almost straight down…climbing up on the way back was insane. We weren't quite sure we would make it! But we had nice friends who walked with us and set a manageable pace and talked to us to distract us and just encouraged us in general. We reached a small school building and I thought we were almost there, so I asked the guide how much longer? He said, 2 hours. My face dropped. That was a rough two hours. After that, every time I asked him, how long? He said it depended on how slow we walked…And to make our descent even more pleasant, it started pouring rain and everything turned into a mudslide. Thankfully, only Rose got to see me wipe out/lose my footing dozens of times. It’s a good thing that before we started, I told her I was sure-footed like a goat. Overall, it was quite an adventure and I’m thankful I got to do it with such remarkable people. The following day we went to visit the Ekom waterfall, although some of us (ie. me), could barely make it up and down the stairs. 
What a beautiful hike! PC: Kate Pitchford 
As soon as we arrived back to the Ship, it started… one by one we started to get very sick. I was first and was quickly followed by some others. Everyone else in the group was nervous, waiting to see who else would get sick. Apparently married couples are immune to whatever parasite/virus/illness we had. While being that sick was definitely no fun, I actually felt so loved through all of it because we were so well taken care of. Kate and a few other people brought us ginger ale and water and toast throughout the evening and the next day. I woke up and there was a bottle of Gatorade outside of my door. I was overwhelmed with gratefulness for this place and the servant hearted people who call it home. It was like having 5 moms J But thankfully we are all better now and ready to sail!

I know I sound very melancholy, but it’s only because I’ve been blessed to love and be loved well in this place, and I know I will miss that. But writing it all out and acknowledging the feelings is helpful, and at the end of the day I always rejoice, because our God is good and His ways are better than my ways. I would love your prayers for joy and peace during this time of transition, and for your grace with me as I deal with the mixed emotions of grieving the loss of this place but also being excited for home.

Give praise to the LORD, proclaim His name;
Make known among the nations what He has done.
Sing to Him, sing praise to Him;
tell of all His wonderful acts.
Glory in His Holy name;
let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice.
Look to the LORD and His strength;
seek His face always.
~Psalm 105:1-4


These two beauties both got orthopaedic surgery to correct their bowed legs and now they can both run freely. Mariama &
Salamatou live right near the Crater Lakes where we were. This iconic shot was taken by the one and only Shawn Thompson ;)

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Three Joubarnes in Cameroon

Limbe. PC: The one and only Caleb Brumley.
A few weeks ago I learned that I had a twin…okay, I’m just kidding. But I was incredibly blessed to have my mom and sister come visit me here in Cameroon, and many people thought my sister and I were twins. Some people even thought it was me and that I had gotten my hair cut. I thought it was pretty hilarious. So what was it like to host my mom and sister onboard the Africa Mercy? Well, it was a bit like two worlds colliding. My mom visited me in Madagascar but hadn’t stayed on the Ship because I was short term. This time, they both got to stay onboard in one of our lovely guest cabins with an ‘ocean view’. They got to experience a 6 am fire drill, overhead announcements, the Ship rocking, the constant presence of others whose names you can’t quite remember, every Day Crew greeting us, waffle Friday, the hassle of coming and going from the Ship, curfew, sharing cars, not having grass to play on, Ship food, and so much more. Like the Media Liaison that I am, I had a whole schedule prepared and printed out for them (my friends thought this was hilarious). But hey, hosting is something I know how to do!
Mom and Jess visiting me in Cameroon!
They got the full Hospital Experience Tour, including the OR (led by yours truly), and I took them to all the offsite locations. They also got to see the chimps, eat at my favourite places (Indian and schwarma), attend a lively Bible study, worship with us, meet all of my favourite people onboard, sing karaoke (Jess and I rapped some Drake) and participate in some movie nights and pool/dance parties. We even played rugby on the dock with the Captain and his boys. Instead of our normal Community Meeting, we had a joint celebration on the dock with Day Crew, which of course turned into a big dance party as well. We heard some testimonies, from a patient, from a crew member and from a Day Crew. The Day Crew shared that he never knew what a fistula was until he started translating some documents for our MCB team. Then at one point in the field service, he saw one of his family members onboard the Ship (his cousin I think). He asked her what she was doing there and she replied that she was a fistula patient. He couldn’t believe it. He had no idea that she suffered from this. No one in his family knew. He was so convicted by this that he and a few other Day Crew started an organization to help women with fistulas and to bring more awareness to the issue. What a story! 

I also brought my mom and sister to a local African church. Interestingly, the pastor was threatening to dump water on people if they fell asleep. He also invited up a couple who had gotten married the day before and asked them how the previous night had been. The man was very eloquent and said, the night was very long and very short. The pastor kept pressing him so he then said, the room was filled with honey. Even that wasn’t enough, because the pastor kept asking. He then had them kiss while the whole church cheered and took photos. It was a very strange experience and we laughed a lot.

My hair is always a source of amusement.
Their time onboard was pretty quick, especially considering that I whisked them off to Yaounde so that we could visit Edith and Valerie. You’ve heard me talk about both of these beautiful ladies at length. They have been a big part of my time here in Cameroon. I had planned on hiking the crater lakes with my mom and sister, but that was off limits due to some security issues. I am so thankful for God and His timing in this, because I think it was so important that I bring my mom and sister to visit this lovely family. We traveled with one of my Cameroonian friends (who will soon be coming to Canada for school!) and arrived at their home in the late afternoon. We only stayed for a couple of hours but it was so lovely to talk with them, play many games with the kids, and have no agenda other than being with them. I am always reminded of how similar we all are, and that we don’t necessarily needs words to communicate, but can do so with laughter and silliness. It was my fourth and final time to visit them, which made for a difficult goodbye. I’m so thankful to have been a small part of their journey and for all that they have taught me. 
That's me lying in the surf. And you wonder how I get
so sunburned...
Then it was time to say goodbye to mom and Jess and go back to work. But first, a day trip to Limbe (it had been off limits for a while) which was incredibly refreshing! Hosting my mom and sister hadn’t exactly been restful (we packed in a lot), but I know it was quite an experience for them, and selfishly, I know it will be so helpful for me when I'm adjusting to being home. They will know who I’m talking about and have more context for my stories and the things I miss. I am so thankful that they were willing to travel all this way to come and see me. I am also very grateful to my friends who took the time to get to know my mom and sister and do stuff with us, just because they knew it was important to me. There are some very special people on this Ship! But back to Limbe – this place has been refreshing for my body, spirit and mind, all field service. I ended up falling asleep for quite a while after a few hours of playing in the sun (and also came back very, very sunburnt…). 

Interviewing Trésor and his Mama with BBC.
And then it was time to host our very last team of the field service. That’s right, as of this writing, we have hosted our last team. I have hosted my very last team, maybe ever. Wow, what a thought. This final team was a media team from BBC West Africa and I was reminded of what a blessing this job has been. I get to hear amazing stories from our crew, Day Crew and patients. We interviewed a nurse who had grown up in Niger with missionary patients and spoke some of the local languages which allowed her to better communicate with some of our patients, and was so cool! Another nurse we interviewed had grown up in Cameroon, moved to the States at 16, become a nurse, and now come back to serve her own people through Mercy Ships. I just can’t help marvel at the amazing way that God works in peoples’ lives. We went on a short home visit to go see Trésor, a joyful 4 year old boy who had double cataract surgery onboard the Ship. His mama Larissa had quite a story to tell (I don’t want to scoop the Comms team on this so I won’t say too much just yet).  At the end, she said something very powerful. She said that there was no gift so precious as the gift of a life, especially a child’s life. She said that someone could give her new shoes or clothes but that eventually those things would rot away. Now, every time she looked at Trésor, until she died, she would be reminded of what Mercy Ships (and God) has done in her life. Wow, what a testimony. I could go on and on about the stories that I’ve heard lately, but I’ll leave it there for now.
Our matching fabric for the wedding.
Of course, it’s not just work that goes on here. Some friends talked me into coming for a massage and pedicure (Rose, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!). It was quite an experience and for me turned into quite a gigglefest since I’m basically ticklish everywhere. But hey, the massage lady (Nadia) and I were good friends by the end of it. One evening turned into quite an outing as it took us about two hours to get to our location (that may have been partly my fault). Our location was a Bowling fun center and once we arrived we had a blast! Kate and I even danced on a DDR machine (she’s a beast). It was an evening of laughter and bonding. Yesterday, some of us were blessed to be invited to the wedding of one of our Dental Day Crew, Solange. Apparently when you attend a wedding here, everyone is expected to get outfits made from matching fabric which is picked out for you. Our fabric was quite ‘lovely’ as you can see. The church part of the wedding was fairly traditional (although no kissing of the bride). The only big difference was that if you were sitting, you couldn’t see anything because everyone was right up in the face of the bride and groom, taking pictures of everything. It was pretty hilarious. Later that evening there was a reception, but we only got to experience a small part of it, considering the bride and groom only appeared at 10:15pm and we have curfew. Apparently these parties last until 3 or 4 in the morning! 

Our 'Oscars' - all of the bronze statues received from the MoH.
Two more quick things that I have to share (yes, yes, I know, I have a lot to say). The first thing is that the goodbyes are coming fast and furious now. A piece of my heart left this week as I said goodbye to the Silva family. They have been my Ship family and I don’t know how I would have done this without them. However, I’m fairly certain that this was more like a, see you later, than a goodbye. The second thing, is that we had our Thank You Reception last week to thank all of our partners (I had the honour of being the MC). The Minister of Health came up and after speaking, he started to present some bronze statues to our Managing Director and Government Liaison. But the neat thing is that after those two, he kept going. He had another 12 or so statues to give out to various Crew members, not necessarily all members of leadership. It was really great to see the surprise on their faces! Typically it is only head management that is honoured by the government and it was really nice to see that they went out of their way to thank many others as well, including people who mainly work behind the scenes. I loved that. 

Okay, I’m done rambling (for now!). God is good and He is here.

This righteousness is given through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference between Jew and Gentile, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus. ~ Romans 3:22-24


A family photo with Valerie, Edith and their whole family.

Monday, April 23, 2018

Reckless Love & Square Dancing

One of our Swedish guests brought some stuffed toys for the
patients. I love the colour in this picture and the look
on her face! PC: Saul Loubassa
A few weeks ago, I hosted a joint Vision Trip from Sweden and Norway, which included some teenagers from a Maritime school we have partnered with and someone from Stena Line, the organization that is helping us to build the new Ship. Then I did something unusual. Instead of dropping them off at the airport and returning to the Ship, I got on the same flight as them. I was embarking on my own trip ‘home’. And what a trip it was. But before I tell you a bit about my speed visit to Ottawa/Toronto/Fort Wayne, I want to bring it back to what is most important – Christ. One of the things that has been on my mind in relation to living in Ottawa again is wondering where I will go to church. So on the one Sunday I was home, I went to check out a church with my friends. To end the service they sang I hadn’t heard before. It was called Reckless Love. Before singing it, the worship leader read from a post that the singer, Cory Ashbury, wrote to explain what he meant by reckless, a word that our culture would view as mostly negative. This is part of what he said: When I use the phrase, “the reckless love of God”, I’m not saying that God Himself is reckless. I am, however, saying that the way He loves, is in many regards, quite so. What I mean is this: He is utterly unconcerned with the consequences of His actions with regards to His own safety, comfort, and well-being. His love isn’t crafty or slick. It’s not cunning or shrewd. In fact, all things considered, it’s quite childlike, and might I even suggest, sometimes downright ridiculous. His love bankrupted heaven for you. His love doesn’t consider Himself first. His love isn’t selfish or self-serving. He doesn’t wonder what He’ll gain or lose by putting Himself out there. He simply gives Himself away on the off-chance that one of us might look back at Him and offer ourselves in return. 

Tyler and Breanna during their first dance.
Great, some food for thought. And then, a few days later, I was in the truck with Tyler on the way back from work and the radio was playing in the background. Tyler said, hey have you heard this song? It’s going to be our wedding song. Or maybe he said that it was going to be played at the wedding. I don’t remember because I was too busy trying to figure out what song it was. Where had I heard this before…Oh yeah, that Sunday at church! Interesting. And then, during the wedding celebration, that moment came where they asked the couple to come for their first dance. And what song had they chosen? Reckless love. I got the hint. I proceeded to download the song and have had it on repeat since then. What a reminder of the lengths that Jesus goes to get us. I can sometimes walk the line between bold and reckless, but whenever I dive in head first and someone says that it's reckless, I never think of it as rash, thoughtless or irresponsible. Rather, I think of it as doing something with abandon, without restraint. What a model of how to love others. Without restraint, without thought for the consequences, with abandon. “Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God. Oh, it chases me down, fights ‘til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine. I couldn’t earn it, and I don’t deserve it, still, You give Yourself away”. I needed that reminder in this season. I probably need that reminder every day.

When your cousins get old enough (and smart enough) to
beat you at board games... :)
Okay so home! I had an evening with my parents filled with the best things: browsing the bookstore, making Indian food, watching a movie that prompted some interesting discussions (Race). I mean what’s a visit home without an intense disagreement with my dad about immigration and politics in general? Then it was off to check out a new church, lunch with friends, checking out a potential new apartment with my sister, getting my old job back, games and laughter with my cousins and grandma. Then I whisked my sister straight from class to head to Toronto where we checked in on some people, had some good but difficult conversations and said a goodbye. Then it was off to Indiana. 

Jess and I showed up 4 days before Tyler’s wedding and I am so thankful for that time. Even though people say that the U.S. is very similar to Canada, I always experience some culture shock. Maybe it’s just the difference between living in a small town versus living on farm land. We got to help feed the chickens and cows (one was huge and about to have a calf). I was introduced to their pig and told that it was being raised for a hog roast for another wedding. We got to live out a country song and drive a big green tractor (Jason Aldean). At one point, Tyler’s mom announced that we would be having sloppy joe’s for dinner and Jess responded with a lot of enthusiasm. I gave her a strange look but said nothing. Maybe she’d had sloppy joes in the time I’d been gone? Because we certainly never ate that growing up. When dinner time rolled around I had to ask for an explanation because I didn’t quite understand how the meal worked (there was also corn casserole?), and they were surprised to find out I had never had sloppy joes. How come Jess has had some? We turned to look at her. Oh no, I’ve never had it, I've just heard of it in movies, she responded. We laughed so hard. I got to spend one day going to work with Tyler which involved putting in earplugs and cutting concrete for about 10 hours (I just held the hose and turned the water on and off). They did let me drive the skidloader though which was slightly terrifying but also super fun. We had an evening of bonfire and beer, played basketball with the boys, had family dinners and helped with wedding stuff (I’m now a professional napkin folder).

Jess & I in borrowed outfits, ready for
the rehearsal dinner.
Upon arriving in Indiana we were informed that we had been invited to the rehearsal dinner, which was incredibly kind of them (and something we were unprepared for – thanks for the dress Breanna!). It also meant I had to keep my end of a promise I made to Tyler a long time ago, that I would read his first email to Breanna, out loud during the rehearsal dinner. They asked me to start off the speeches and I proceeded to read this email which is Tyler bluntly laying out how their penpal relationship was going to work. It’s hilarious. I was able to share a perspective of their relationship that others hadn’t heard or seen since Tyler was on the Ship for most of the ‘courting’, and realized what an amazing season that was and how thankful I was to have that time. After all, life changes, we grow, distance makes relationships different, and it’s so important to cherish every moment we are currently in. After the dinner we were invited to his best man’s house and it was like they had never met a Canadian before. They spent two hilarious hours making a list of why Canada sucks, most of which was false, although some hit a little too close to home – our women’s hockey team (they lost the U.S. in the Olympics…). After hearing so much about all of these people, it was great to finally meet them. 

Our lovely Mercy Ships table + Jess (and baby Dahlia).
THE WEDDING. On the big day, all the groomsmen came over to the Shroyer household for breakfast and by the sheer fact that everyone was in the wedding and needed to do stuff to get ready (and I was doing nothing), I had the absolute privilege of driving Tyler to the church. I had never been to a Christian wedding and I’ll be honest, I cried for most of it. To see the way he looked at his bride, to think about how Christ looks at us, His bride, to see the love of Christ so evident in the room, it was overwhelming. I was also filled with such joy for them, for all God had done to bring them together, for the way they glorified Him in everything. The wedding also provided the opportunity for a mini – Mercy Ships reunion and it was so nice to see some people I hadn’t seen in a while (we were all at the same table, of course). We were also the last ones dancing, after everyone else had stopped, because we are that awesome. 

Now I have to bring up a very cultural experience I had regarding dancing. Specifically, square dancing. It turns out, it’s actually SO MUCH FUN. It’s very inclusive (everyone gets a turn to do every move) and not too difficult to learn. In thinking on the experience, I couldn’t help but compare it to my experience following Christ. I wasn’t exactly eager to try, and gave the excuse that I didn’t know what I was doing, but my excuses were all overcome and I reluctantly agreed. I had a partner who knew exactly what he was doing (Tyler’s dad) and was able to lead me even though I was so lost. Once I kind of figured it out, I couldn’t stop laughing and was filled with so much joy. As we went along, people started adding more spins and complexities. Later on, we did another square dance and this time I had a partner who had never danced before. I found myself trying to lead him/explain something that I only had a semi-grasp on. We still needed one of the other pairs in the square to lead us by example. It made me think of how in the beginning of my walk with Christ I wasn’t quite sure what I was getting myself into but He overcame all my objections, took the lead even though I had no idea what to do or how to follow him, and following Him became something filled with joy. As I followed him, I learned more and things got more complex, there were more challenges, but still He was in the lead. Then there came a point when He stepped back and I was called to lead another in the beginnings of their walk with Him. At the same time, I was able to look to others who had been walking with Him longer, for guidance and was able to follow their example. This is not to say Jesus is far away – He is nearby, smiling as He watches us walk out what He has shown us, ready to catch us if we fall.

Warrie and I with the 'Swiss Mafia' - Val & Sandrine ;)
Coming back to the Ship was interesting as I jumped straight into hosting a team from the UK, struggled with jetlag and waited a week to receive my luggage. But none of that really mattered. I realized how blessed I am to have such a wide variety of relationships and friendships aboard the Ship. The last week has been filled with long-term goodbyes, a volleyball tournament, a dance party, birthday celebrations with Frisbee and dinner and movies and brownies and laughter, a visit from several ministers and the Prime Ministers’ representative, engaging Bible studies, family meals, lightning storms, and a Ship full of people with hearts ready to serve Him. What’s next? A visit from my mom and sister!

Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. ~ Philippians 2:1-2

Our amazing Ponseti team with the patients they treated in the second half of the field service - after our Ponseti Celebration!

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Be Kind to Yourself

Most of our lovely Canadian crew.
The last couple weeks on the Ship I saw that several people were reading a book called Looming Transitions. Apparently it’s good to start planning your transition a couple of months in advance. So I figured I would go get a copy from the Chaplains and see what it had to say. Let me say, I’m glad that the first chapter was about being kind to yourself (at least that’s what I got out of it). It talks about the tension that comes from being in a place and that reality continuing, but knowing you are leaving and starting a new reality. For me it’s the balance between: the Ship getting ready to send the Advance team to Guinea (and being in the middle of that because I’m doing HR handover), winding down Cameroon, sending Assessment teams to Senegal, helping to hire new Media Liaisons for Guinea (and starting to train them, leave handover material, etc.), watching the calendar fill up with teams and media for next year, hearing the talk about the new Ship; and knowing I’m going home, thinking about where to live, where to work, finding a church, what I want to do. I know the reality that I’m approaching, but I can’t be fully in that reality yet because I’m still here for another three months and want to do that well. I’ve only just started the book but hopefully it has some good suggestions for managing that tension. In the meantime I will keep telling myself: be kind to yourself. There’s a lot of emotions and internal chaos happening right now, and that’s okay.

Jared smiling painfully after I made fun of him
and he had no come back (PC: Kat Sotolongo)
As usual, I spent some of the last few weeks hosting, in particular a large Belgian whirlwind of a trip which involved over 170 Belgians coming onboard, 10 Vision Trip guests, 3 large onboard events, and the final Ruben visit of the year. In non-work related activities, I got to do some role play and lead a team of ‘intruders’ in taking the Ship hostage as part of a security drill; I helped lead Comms Karaoke and rapped some Missy Elliott; I got to host our Global Community Gathering (where we ‘gather’ with our National Offices) with my buddy Jared and got some good laughs out of everyone; I attended two Celebration of Sights in one day (one for adults and one for kids) and the Eye team Day Crew decided that I was around enough that I was now an honorary member of their choir; and I got to attend an off ship dinner with the majority of our Canadian crew members, where I was reminded of how diverse our country is. 

Beach day with these ladies.
Some of you might remember my friend Anna who was here last year – she came back for a few weeks to help out at the HOPE Center. It’s been fun to have her around, even if it’s only for a short period of time. I got to take her and a group of others to Limbe where we frolicked (yes, that’s right, frolicked) in the sand, relaxed and got very sunburnt. I introduced them to the delicious gas station coffee that is Nescafe 3-in-1. We sang loudly to country music. We went for a walk down the beach and discovered this hotel that had made an area that captured the fresh water flowing down Mount Cameroon and you could swim in it – it was SO cold, but incredibly refreshing. I spent an evening with her at the Team House baking delicious chocolate chip cookies and singing to Disney music (you can see that we do a lot of singing). Funny enough, we both fly out next Friday and will be seeing each other again at Tyler’s wedding. I’ll be back in North America for a whirlwind week to celebrate my friend’s wedding, and spend some quality time with my sister. 

I’ve mentioned many times how God has been stretching me to be more vulnerable and what that’s looked like. Last time, I shared about all the positive things that have come from that, the ways I was pleasantly surprised. Recently, I had a bit of a different experience, where me trying to be vulnerable ended with me flat on my face. But this isn’t necessarily a ‘negative’ experience. It’s a necessary one. Time to read Brené Brown’s book Rising Strong. In Daring Greatly she explains how to be more open and vulnerable (and why it’s worth it); in Rising Strong she starts by explaining that when we dare greatly, we will inevitably get hurt and fall on our faces, and that it’s equally as important to learn how to get back up from that and try again. I can tell how much I’ve grown because even though the experience hurt and trust was broken, there is no part of me that regretted trying or wished I hadn’t trusted. Instead of closing myself off and putting all my walls back up, which would have been my previous response, my reaction has been to figure out how to get back up and try again.

If you ever needed a small window into what Renee is passionate about: yesterday was a day off and I spent it listening to Pod Save America (an amazing podcast by some former Obama staffers); reading two books about the Trump/Clinton campaigns (Unbelievable by Katy Tur; Shattered by Jonathan Allen); discussing abortion and transgender issues with two friends; and watching Designated Survivor (a political show where the Capitol building is blown up during the State of the Union and only one member of the cabinet, the designated survivor, survives and becomes President). As my return date approaches, I’ve spent more and more time trying to figure out exactly where I stand on controversial political issues, following the upcoming Ontario Provincial election, thinking about where I could go see a rally for the 2018 U.S. midterm elections, trying to find the candidate/party I want to support in Canada’s 2019 elections, figuring out how I can get involved in Ottawa’s municipal elections. I’m not quite sure where all this passion and interest will lead but all I know is that it’s been amplified the longer I’ve been away, especially as my arrival date gets closer and closer. All this to say, I think I picked the right Master’s program.

In the next three months, it's possible that my posts get further and further apart as I have less to say. Or (more likely) they will continue to come, but become less about Mercy Ships and more about my efforts to transition, not only home, but to the next season of life.

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland. ~ Isaiah 43:18-19

Giving a tour of our Midship/Café area.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Thoughts: International Women's Day


This Thursday was International Women’s day and it turns out it’s quite a big deal here in Cameroon (and in Africa in general). Many women had dresses and outfits made from a special fabric made available just for this occasion and then headed downtown for a parade/march. The newspaper talked about how the President’s push for more women in government was working and how they were ahead of many other countries in terms of female representation. The first lady was the host of the parade in Yaoundé. Day Crew kept wishing me a happy women’s day. And I was in my full contrarian mode, dismissing it and saying, for me, every day is women’s day, 365 days a year. I am a woman every single day and I am empowered to do anything I want to every single day.

As I’ve thought about it more and more this week, I realized what an absolutely amazing thing that is. The fact that I have those opportunities and could choose to do anything - that is a testimony to all the women who have come before me. That comes on the back of those who fought every step of the way. I sometimes take that for granted as an unalienable right but it’s only in the last 100 years that women have had the right to vote, and have been elected to public offices. Women and men have fought for every freedom that I now currently enjoy, pushed for equality in all areas of life. And what I take for granted, what I assume that everyone around me understands (that women are smart and capable and amazing), is not the common assumption in many other countries. It’s the reason that this day is so big in Africa, because women across the continent are still fighting that fight. They are fighting to be provided opportunities outside of the home, to have their voices heard.

All of my life, I have had strong female role models to look up. The women who held the first Women’s Day in 1909 in New York, I wonder who they looked up to, who their role models were? Did they just have a dream, a sense of what they could do? When I was in high school, my dream was to do hockey play by play commentary for TSN (a very Canadian dream). I couldn’t believe how many times people would laugh at me, or tell me they a woman could never do that, that no one would want to listen to a woman’s voice for hours. I was shocked. At home, I had always received encouragement from my parents that I could do anything I wanted. To be told I couldn’t do something based simply on my gender, with no consideration or even interest in my skills, well that was appalling to me. So I couldn’t have been happier when Cassie Campbell became the first woman to do colour commentary for a Hockey Night in Canada broadcast in 2006. As the years went by, soon all the morning sports shows had women announcing the highlights. In 2017, ESPN had a woman, Beth Mowins, do play by play for an NFL game, the first time since 1987. There is still a long way to go, but I strongly believe that a woman with the skill and desire now has those possibilities available to her. And young girls have another dream to add to the list of possibilities. As for me, I did do some play by play announcing for the men and women’s hockey and soccer teams at the university, but ultimately, God gave me new and different dreams.

Those new dreams largely have to do with politics and I want to point out two women who have inspired me greatly. The first is fictional – C.J. Cregg from the West Wing. According to Wikipedia: recognized as one of the greatest female characters in American television history.  C.J. Cregg spent the first 6 seasons being Press Secretary for the President of the United States. She uses her intelligence, quick wits, humour and ability to build relationships, to do her job with excellence. She more than holds her own in a room full of men and women. Then she gets promoted to the President’s Chief of Staff. I know she isn’t real, but watching her overcome challenges and stigma around her gender and all the things that come with that (even being made fun of for her height), provided quite an education and inspiration about how it could be done. I’m thankful for the writers of the show who were willing to put that dream out there (since we still haven’t yet had a female chief of staff) and give women someone to look up to.

The second woman is someone who is very real – Hillary Clinton. I have far too many opinions on her to say it all here, but I want to focus on the lesson that this last election provided about women running for office. The road is still long and difficult. Hillary faced challenges and obstacles that no man would ever face. We wanted her to be more like a woman (personable, softer), yet demonstrate that she could make hard life and death decisions (as if she didn’t already have an extensive body of work to point to). There was no room for her to just be Hillary the candidate. She threw herself in the fire to prove that it is possible, plausible even, for a woman to be the President of the United States. To give little girls everywhere a new dream. Think about the effect that would have had, that for every young child, having a woman as President would have been normal because that’s what they would have experienced and learned about for 4-8 years. The same way Obama being President normalized the idea of black men at the highest levels of power. I think we will see a profound effect from that in the next 10 years as those children grow up and have a new outlook on race relations. I want the same for women.

And yet, I still struggle with this idea of International Women’s Day. Too often, it’s perceived that we are raising women up at the expense of men. This is to the detriment of everyone. Rather than re-distributing the pie, we need to make the pie larger, to everyone’s benefit. To bring new skills and abilities and experiences and observations to the table. Personally, all I want is that all people have the option to do anything they are capable of doing – to be judged simply on their merits and not their gender. To not be shut out of doing something for characteristics they cannot control – their gender, skin colour, etc. I often get told that I am ‘like a man’. I used to take that as a compliment, then I realized how ridiculous that was. When people say that, what are they meaning? They mean that I am strong, independent, strong-willed, direct, etc. Why can’t I be a person who has those characteristics? Why do those characteristics have to be associated with men alone?

Mary Beard recently released a very short book called Women & Power, which I would highly recommend. In it, she talks about how we have very specific ideas of what power looks like, and that if we find that women don’t necessarily ‘fit’ into that idea of power, than shouldn’t we try changing our conception of power instead of changing women? She gives the example of Margaret Thatcher working to change how her voice sounded, or women wearing pant suits, or trying to be more authoritative, essentially being like men. But why would we not want the characteristics that women bring to the table? Compassion, empathy, inclusiveness, a willingness to compromise. A good representation of this is Téa Leoni in Madam Secretary, where we often see her ability to connect and relate about family and children, her willingness to do anything to save even one child, her desire to avoid underhanded or dirty deals, her desire to be fair, to find deals that benefit everyone, her ability to bring many parties to the table. A character who seems to be loosely based on Hillary Clinton as Secretary of State, who was said to be able to connect on a more personal level with world leaders and who was broadly liked at the time.

This argument might seem a bit strange coming from me since I am not that type of woman. Compassion and empathy are not my strengths. But that is exactly why I see the need for it, why I so admire it in others, why I value it. In a world where the U.S. government is gridlocked and accomplishes nothing, why would we not want more people who are willing to compromise? In a world where unimaginable numbers of people are displaced due to conflict and ecological disasters, why would we not want solutions coming from people who are inclusive, fair and compassionate? This is not a ‘women should run the world argument’ but rather a call to seek different qualities in our leaders. Both women and men can have these characteristics, but changing this conception of power certainly opens the door to more women to be their genuine selves and still be elected to represent us.

It would be foolish of me to talk about any of this without mentioning the critical role my parents played in my life. I grew up in a home where my parents both worked and supported each other. A home where my mother has spent 12 + years in school (2 bachelor’s degrees and a master’s degree), and often made more money than my father, yet I never once sensed that he resented that. My sister and I grew up being treated the exact same as my brother (for the most part – for some reason, mowing the lawn was a no go). My parents always encouraged me to speak my mind (I think they regretted that some days), always pushed me to chase my dreams, and never told me there were things I couldn’t do. I was offered choices: Do you want to help build the picnic table or do the dishes? The picnic table, obviously! In some ways, that’s why it was such a wakeup call to go out into the world and be told that I couldn’t do something because of my gender. What does it matter if I’m a boy or girl? And rather than crushing me, it made me more determined. I’m going to do what I want. But I know that not all children have this kind of childhood. That too often, girls are given fewer opportunities, are more restricted, are told they will stay at home. And for those girls who don’t see equality modeled at home, their hope comes from seeing what other women do. Perhaps that fire gets lit by seeing a woman go to space, or became a Navy SEAL, or become the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, or win a Nobel Peace Prize. Perhaps their hope comes from seeing a woman put herself out there and have 65 million Americans vote for her to be President. And if that inspired even one girl to dream big, to not let herself be limited by a box other people created, to believe she can do it, then I think it was worth it.

Let’s not just celebrate strong women, but also ‘weak’ women. Or maybe let’s just change how we define strength. Let’s celebrate women who are compassionate, emotional, empathetic, kind, smart, exhausted, worried, downtrodden, meek. Let’s celebrate every single woman and lift them up, tell them they are worthy, they are valued, and that there are no limits to what they can do.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

A New Chapter

One of our beautiful plastics patients - thanks Ruben!
I have to start with the biggest piece of news I received recently – I was accepted to school (again)! In September I will be starting my Masters in Public and International Affairs at the University of Ottawa. I found out in the best way, while I was in the middle of skyping with my whole family. The first thing that came to mind was, God is faithful. Faithful to do what He promised. I know that getting into school had very little to do with me and my qualifications and that’s what makes it even more beautiful. I applied to one school and one program because I feel like this is where God has been leading me over the last year, putting this specific desire on my heart. And he accomplished it. I didn’t have the appropriate undergrad degree, I had the bare minimum grades to even apply, and yet, I was accepted. Being accepted suddenly makes going home very real. I had already made my decision, yet when you are on the Ship and hearing about all the needs for next year, and the friends who are staying, and there is no plan for what’s next, it’s easy to think about staying and what that would look like. Now that door is fully closed. But closing that door has opened many other doors. Having never lived in Ottawa as a Christian, there are a lot of unknowns about what life will look like (church, friends, work, living situation, etc.) but I know that God goes before me, just like He has during the last 3 and a half years.

A photo from our time in Edith's village.
I will return home at the end of June, but until then there is still lots happening in Cameroon! I temporarily took on a new ‘role’ – chauffeur. One of the families needed to go to Yaoundé to renew their passports so I offered to drive them. A friend from the orphanage in Benin had connected me to some missionaries he knew who were working in Cameroon for SIL International which is a Christian organization that does Bible translating. We were blessed to be able to go visit this family and hear their story. Both parents are pilots and help to fly the SIL planes. They are here with their 4 beautiful children. When I asked how long they planned to be in Cameroon (they arrived around the same time as the Ship), they said, oh probably 20-30 years. I was pretty amazed. I can’t imagine committing to something to that long…that’s more than the span of my whole life! It was encouraging to hear about how God has worked in their lives to get them to this point. It also helped that the dad is also a mechanic so he was able to help me out with the car which had been beeping at me for a while. We stayed in a nearby retreat center run by an older couple who has been in Cameroon for a long time. It was neat to see some of the other ways God is at work here in Cameroon. The day was spent driving from one place to the next, learning how to handle a manual car on steep hills (while having instructions translated from Portuguese) and seeing more of Yaoundé.

Some of our Canadian crew with the ambassador.
After hosting for two weeks straight, I had a two week break from hosting which happened to be exactly when the Olympics were on. It was fun to gather with people from all over the world and cheer on our respective countries (and talk trash about other people’s countries). A group of us got up at 5am to watch the Women’s Gold medal hockey game and that didn’t end so well…a heartbreaking loss, but in the end the Americans wanted it more. Even though we didn’t get any Gold medals in hockey, we did finish the Olympics with the most medals we’ve ever had, so we clearly have some amazing athletes in many other sports! During this time I also got to meet the Canadian Ambassador to Cameroon, a nice lady who was fairly new in her position and said it was her first time being the head of mission. It was interesting to hear her perspective on Cameroon compared to other countries she had served in. She also said that the Prime Minister of Cameroon had previously served as Cameroon’s ambassador to Canada for 20 years – maybe I should bring him some maple syrup. 

Larina and I in the kitchen window of our temporary 'home'.
We recently had a long weekend on the Ship and I purposefully planned a very non-Ship like weekend. A small group of us went to Kribi where we stayed in a small house with a fully equipped kitchen. We started the weekend off by going to the market and buying everything we needed, took our groceries home by moto, and then cooked our meals. It was funny to learn all the cultural differences that apply even to cooking (especially the high salt content!). We had access to a beautiful beach and spent a day exploring and walking along the beach, climbing the waterfall that is in Kribi, swimming and just enjoying God’s beautiful creation. Another interesting experience was discovering a movie theatre and going to watch Black Panther (the new Marvel movie). Turns out the movie was in French (oops, sorry friends), but the viewing experience was amazing with the audience cheering, clapping, heckling, and laughing constantly.

I’ve been very pushed and challenged lately, being presented with tangible opportunities to be more open and vulnerable. There are moments when I can feel it, feel God pushing me, saying Renee you can put your walls up or you can lean into this. There’s been moments of honest feedback, moments of admitting fears, moments of admitting that I have no idea what I’m doing, moments of sharing past life-changing events. And being open to feedback, truly open to being to what people say. And being incredibly surprised when what they say is how loved you are, how worthy you are. And realizing how much you needed to hear that. I’ve also had moments when I was so frustrated because I couldn’t remember how basic life outside the Ship worked and had to call my mom to be like, “I can’t put it on my credit card, it says 20% interest!?!”, only for her to be like, Renee…it’s 20% over a year, so around 1.6% a month. Ah…well that makes much more sense J Turns out needing people isn’t so bad when you have solid people all around you. 

The next few months will be fairly chaotic and it can be overwhelming to think about how it will all work out, but I'm living and loving one day at a time. Praying for the strength and patience to get through today. I’ll leave you with the words from a new I Am They song called Scars that really resonated with me:

Waking up to a new sunrise, looking back from the other side, I can see now with open eyes. Darkest water and deepest pain, I wouldn't trade it for anything, 'cause my brokenness brought me to you and these wounds are a story you'll use. So I'm thankful for the scars, 'cause without them I wouldn't know your heart, and I know they'll always tell of who you are, so forever I am thankful for the scars.
A shot from the roof of a building in Douala. The Ship is far in the distance.