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LennyThis Blog was written by Payton Sheeran who is a teacher and came and lived with our family in Egbe, Nigeria for one month. She came to help at the school where the C.A.R.E. kids attend. I added the pictures.
“…give me neither poverty nor riches! Give me just enough to satisfy my needs. For if I grow rich, I may deny you and say, “Who is the Lord?” And if I am too poor, I may steal and thus insult God’s holy name.” Proverbs 30:8-9
Many times when people come back from mission trips to other countries, they say that their experience there made them appreciate all they have in America. While I understand where they are coming from, this is not a lesson I took away from the month I spent in Nigeria. Now don’t get me wrong, I did recognize the poverty I saw in Nigeria. Many of the homes I saw were small with only one room. Those who do work make very little—if I remember correctly it is equivalent to about $2 a day. The people live simply. Some do not have enough; some have just enough. Though I stayed with missionaries and did not experience real poverty at their home, it was still not like living in America. However, I enjoyed this simplistic lifestyle. I enjoyed just having enough.
Coming back to the states I experienced somewhat of a small culture shock. While I knew I would miss the people of Egbe, Nigeria, I did not expect to miss living in their culture. I missed living simply and being in Africa. My thoughts coming back were not “I am so thankful for all the things I have here,” but “why do we need all this excess stuff?” While I am thankful for the things I have, my eyes were opened to all we have in America that we do not need. While the people in Nigeria live simply with enough, or less than enough, we in America live in excess with way more than enough. Do we really need a fast food place on every corner? Do we really need 100+ options for cereal?! And shampoo? And soap? And everything else with our many options? We have so much in America. Everything seems to be accessible, right at our fingertips. But instead of making me grateful, this makes me sad.
With a changed heart, coming back into America, it did not feel so much like home anymore. I didn’t feel like I quite belonged anymore—and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to belong to this culture. My first impression of coming back into America was that this culture seems to be shallow, selfish, and taken for granted. While I’m not saying that all Americans are this way, our culture as a whole seems this way to me. We take for granted all our excess stuff and the ease we have in obtaining what we need. We can be selfish and shallow as we move throughout our day—just focused on what we need to get done or where we need to go. I know because I’ve been guilty of it myself many times. Jumping right back into the hurried state of America, where there is always somewhere to be and something to be done, I missed the welcoming culture of Nigeria. There are things to be done in Nigeria. There are places to be. But those are not the only things that matter. People also matter.
A big part of Nigeria is greetings. You greet everyone you pass, whether you know them or not. Whether it is saying “good morning,” “good afternoon,” “good evening,” “you are welcome,” or “well done,” everyone is greeted and everyone will greet you. In America you are lucky to get a smile from someone who passes by you. Though it is not always that people are trying to be rude or insincere, we are just too wrapped up in our own worlds to even notice the people around us.
Now am I saying that the culture of America is all bad and Nigeria is all good? No, of course not. There are good parts of each culture and things that could improve within each culture. I also am not saying that the solution to America’s excess is to just give a bunch of stuff and money to Africa so that they can have more than enough too. In fact, I do not believe that “more than enough” should even be the goal. I think a better goal is for all places to have enough. Not more than; not less than; just enough. But how do we obtain this? This problem is one that has existed for centuries and I know that it is bigger than me. It most likely will not be solved in my lifetime. But there are changes we can make. Instead of enabling, by just giving stuff and money, we can empower. Empower by sending and supporting missionaries. Empower by teaching the Nigerians in a way that they will not have to depend on us—in a way that they will learn and then be able to teach others. And then let them teach us. Let us be empowered by their culture. Let us learn how to be more welcoming—to slow down and notice the people around us. To live more simply. To strive for “enough” instead of “more than enough.” The goal is not to force the Western culture on Nigeria—or anywhere. From what I’ve seen—in the selfishness and shallowness—the Western culture should never be the goal. We can learn from the Nigerians—through the way the live in their culture, and they can learn from us. Though this is all more easily said than done, if we each start in our own worlds and our own mission fields—some in our very backyards–it is one small step that can begin to make a difference.
Over the past two years C.A.R.E. Africa has continued down the path of Family Preservation even though it has been harder than we thought. Too many times we have come across families that truly cannot care for their child. Grandma is too old to empower, Dad is an alcoholic, mom is dead, or Mom is widow with too many children and several are neglected. Aunts and Uncles deny the child or have their own set of issues and cannot help. It can feel hopeless at times.
ho could not work and Aunt who hadn’t been paid by the government in months. Dad was in the town living as a drunk and contributed nothing to the family. After several meetings with Success, Grandma and Beatrice the day had come to move Success. When we arrived to the house, Success our jokester, was soooo quite. He looked like a scarecrow. 
One week later we went back for his one week review and the picture says it all. You can see the smile. Beatrice said he still had a lot to work on but things were going well. We were so disappointment when we got the call a week later that Success had taken a turn for the worst and had lied and then tried to walk home. I immediately was frustrated but knew we couldn’t make this happen by force. I only looked at the situation as a failed attempt.
I went to the house with Success to pick his load and we met with Beatrice. I thanked her so much for the time and money she had invested into Success. I asked him if he had anything to say, expecting him to say nothing. He said “Thank you for teaching me to pray before I go to bed at night. I didn’t do that before I came here. Thank you for showing me how to work around the house.” Wow! I was blown away. Here I was shouting at God in my head asking him why he had us go through all of this for only two weeks of foster care. I was looking at the whole situation as a big failure while God was looking down laughing and saying it happened just the way he wanted it.
How many times do we look at a situation that didn’t work out the way we thought is should and think it is a failure? We are saying that God doesn’t know what he is doing, that he is not in control. The situation above was such an eye opener for me. So many times I look into situations and don’t acknowledge that God is in control. There is so much going on outside of the situation that I will never know or understand. Success only spent two weeks in foster care but his words say a seed was planted. Maybe that was all God wanted, a seed planted? I may never know or understand what those two weeks were about, but God does, and I can rest in that. God continues to work with me on resting in him in all situations and not carrying the burden of control. When I actually release that burden and get in the passenger seat, the view is so much sweeter! You should try it!
Over two years ago we had an Ebola scare at the hospital. A patient came into the reception area in our OPD (Out Patient Department) and vomited everywhere. She had all the signs of Ebola and Nigeria was in the heart of the Ebola crisis at that time. The staff tried their best too isolate her in a make shift isolation ward we had set up. We waited anxiously for her lab results to come back from Lakoja, a town four hours away. The stress of wondering if she had contaminated so many around her was consuming us as we waited. Doctors who had been in the area tried to isolate themselves from the other missionaries just in case. Missionaries that were on their way back to Egbe, were told to stay where they were until the results came back. We all sat and waiting. We were relieved when we heard the word that she was negative for Ebola.
So excited to announce that the True Vine Collections opened last Sunday. We were honored with the attendance of the King and several other prominent men and women of Egbe. Our microphone didn’t work so we had to yell, the generator stopped working right before the ribbon cutting but it was still a sweet success. Thank you to all those who donated items and money for the store and continue to do so. Since we have opened we have had a revolving door as the people have not stop coming to patronize us. We have had customers all the way from Cameroon and the sales we have made have been overwhelming. Continue to pray for the store so it can help with the sustainability of C.A.R.E. Africa.
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