About Friends: A Story from Terrorism

Monday afternoons I travel to be with the Women of Worth Group – an organized gathering of mama’s from surrounding slum areas who do table banking, bible study and hand crafts for selling or donating. Generally I enjoy my time with these mamas. I always leave with stories or news of their experiences reverberating in my mind, tugging at my heart. This Monday was no different.

We sit at a round table in an airy hut. After songs and prayer, the mamas pay loans, savings shares and charity offerings; they bring out flannel material to continue making washable sanity pads for orphaned village girls. This is when conversations spark hot and run deep. If I’m not teaching, I usually introduce a scripture in context and ask for thoughts. “What do you think Jesus met when He said,

 'This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this that someone lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends. ‘ " John 15:12-15

An interesting discussion ensues:

Jackie, seriously direct, speaks boldly and laughs with passion: “Jesus wants us to obey Him since He is our friend.”

An even more direct and intimidating Janet huffs her reply: “Friends come and go. They do not obey. They are like vehicles. When one leaves, another will soon come to pick you.”

Everyone laughs. Janet defends her stand, “Is it not true? Yes. It is.”

A rare quietness settles over the group and it seems Janet begins considering how she should reintroduce her idea with a bit more clarity: “You know what happened to the students at the University in Garssia?”  Kenya mourns students.
(Kenya has faced over 50 Al Shabaab terrorist related attacks since 2011.)

 

All look up from their work, giving sober attention. Janet is referring to the terrorist attack on Mundy Thursday that killed 147 students in a place north east of us, about a two-day journey by bus.

“My neighbor’s daughter was killed.  My neighbor said the terrorists made the daughter call her and say she will never see the daughter again. After the daughter spoke those words – BOOM! It is when they shot her. Aye. My neighbor heard them shoot her daughter. The only girl. The 1^st in family to go to University. A sacrifice for her. Imagine. Her daughter.

“Boom.” Janet whispers again slowly shaking her head. The mamas keep tracing patterns and cutting in silence.

Janet continues.

“Friends are like that situation. Hard life happens. People you know, those who love you come and go. You must be with those who can pick you up. Help you live right. I do not want to be dying with badness in me. When I die I want to have goodness. My neighbor. Her daughter had goodness. . Evil does not like good.  That is why she is in heaven now. She was Jesus' friend.”

The mamas listen, nodding their heads in agreement - something that rarely happens. 

As I sliced the black plastic lining with a sharp scissors, I felt the cutting away of ignorance. These women, whom I desired to be with, after years of stateside praying and planning, now surrounded me. I hear them applying verses to their difficult struggles to survive. Once desperately idle, I see them making something useful with their hands to share. Little bags, shoved deep into their bosoms carry extra shillings for their children’s care. My life in USA feels so very far away. All I read and researched sits before me in faces etched by incredible suffering. In the end, they want the same as I do - to bring goodness, to be Jesus' friend.

Please pray for those families who lost their children in a horrible massacre. Please pray for this hurting world to seek the God of goodness and become Jesus' friend.

Asante sana for your love, support and encouragement.

hugs from the haugers Ooo0o

March Update 2015: I Don't Believe in Prayer

I don’t believe in prayer.

Interesting title for a missionary prayer update, huh?

Well, it’s true. I don’t believe in prayer.

But,

I do BELIEVE IN GOD who responds to prayer.

Does it seem like I’m mincing words?  Well, I think language can help us focus on truth, which engages faith.

Believing in prayer makes me think the results are based on my method, my effort, my performance.

Believing in God who responds to prayer focuses on our relationship with a loving heavenly Father who’s full of mercy and grace. The bible says He desires communicating with us, His children. He uses prayers to line our will up with His divine providence. He moves mountains that stand in the way of His manifestation in our lives.

Will you pray with us and believe God?

1. For the Lord’s hand to continue to direct those who have authority over adoption in Kenya.

2. For pending plans to travel to USA late summer for an extended furlough to get some much needed attention concerning our kids’ medical needs and schooling.

3. The shipping container project is on hold, and since the Kenyan church now owns the hotly contested property, (miracle story!) it’s less expensive to build a resource center structure and move ministry there. Please pray for this process to unfold without unnecessary complications.

Church after a gang attack last year.

Mark praising the Lord for the new security fence and future site of the Moriah Resource Center.

4.  The wonderful family who rented our Pagosa home over the last three years bought a home and is moving out. If anyone knows of someone who needs a place… We’re doing short-term rental for 6 months with option to extend. We’re praying for the right connection.

5.  For the widowed/single mamas to keep finding the Lord in their ever challenging lives. May their busy hands be profitable for the children, community and God’s kingdom. Discipleship in Kenya, especially to the forgotten, endures as our heart’s passion. We’ve witnessed the transformation biblical teaching makes in these mama’s lives. Please pray especially for new mamas who joined WOW – Riel, Grace, and Josephine.

              Asante sana for your prayers, support and encouragement.

           hugs from the haugers  OooO0

Redemption: Full Circle

With his mother gone for 3 years and his father in a freshly dug grave, how would he live?

The question pierced George’s 13-year-old mind like a dull needle pushes in and out of a shabby cloth, trying to mend a tear that ruined its usefulness. That’s how George’s life was becoming – unfixable, useless. He constantly felt pricked by thoughts of abandonment and rejection. No one claimed him. His father’s older brother took advantage of him, selling off the land, claiming he would use the money to pay George and his brother’s school fees. He didn’t. Instead he threatened the boys with a machete, chasing them away from any sympathy a villager might want to show.

George was an orphan. So many orphans already fighting for opportunity, for attention, for acceptance, for love, George needed to find help.

By avoiding his crazy uncle, George worked odd jobs, earning enough to pay school fees. A few village mamas’ secretly help him. Afraid of the Uncle's wrath, they hid food in the bushes for George and some collected shillings to buy him a pair of used shoes. He survived, strengthened by the village mamas’ mercy and prayers.

Years passed and now George is a man with a family of his own. He works a full time job as a ground’s foreman at an orphanage. He attends night school, studying to become an accountant. When the crazy uncle died, it was George who organized the funeral and paid the bills.

God heard the village mamas’ prayers and saw the acts of kindness they showed to George. He has become proof that compassion in Jesus name brings redemption.

Full circle.

Today, the mamas’ that aided George in his distress are old, some widowed, many caring for orphaned children. They belong to the Kajulu Group – a collection of beautifully real women who face hard lives with soft hearts.  George connected us with them. It’s his way of saying thanks for their provisions and prayers so many years ago.

Our symbiotic relationship with these mamas offers sweet fellowship over roselle tea, stewed kuku and millet ugali. Together we’ve learned to make liquid soap for them to sell.  We’ve found small market for fireless cookers.  We’ve cleaned media to fill biosand water filters. We share God’s Word. To see George sitting with these mamas, laughing, talking, planning for the future... God's miracle.

This hope-filled story of reciprocal care is not Kenya’s norm. 

• For the average two million orphans, 9 out of 10 live in poverty and never complete their education.  
• 40% of children age six to 16 are part of the work force.   
• Women make up more than 50% of the population, but many are poor and illiterate. A large number are still affected by customary practiced that perpetuate oppression, especially among widows. Coping strategies for these mamas involves exploitive labor, including forced sex work.

Our goal is Kenya is to encourage mutual care in the name of Jesus. The poor, namely orphans and widows can thrive in their communities if three things continue to happen:

  1. Building biblical foundations for family sustainability.

  2. Teaching skills training coupled with discipleship for healthy Christian living.

  3. Praying for wisdom, mercy and grace in service to one another.

Like Elijah and the widow of Zarephath (1 Kings 17:9 – 24), God offers us all opportunities for redemption.

Full circle.

How do you share your redemption story? Be sure to pass it on.

asante sana for your prayers, support and encouragement,
hugs from the haugers
                                   Ooo0o

February Update 2015

The book of Romans (15:30) finds the author asking, 
“Will you be (our) prayer partners? For the Lord Jesus Christ’s sake 
and because of your love for (us) - given to you by the Holy Spirit - 
pray much with (us) for (the) work.”

We’re asking for the same… Because of love, 
will you partner in prayer for us and the work God is doing in Kenya?

These are our requests and shouts of joy…

Asking God for favor with all involved in Lil Man’s adoption process. 
We refuse to pay bribes. May God move the hearts of social workers, 
the lawyer and judge to make decisions in the best interest of Henry Jasper. 

 

Thanking the Lord for the JOY of delivering Luo Bibles to village mamas!  
Please pray as we facilitate bible study for women who have never 
known God’s Word for themselves.
Please pray for the WOW mamas to keep making progress in their 
spiritual walks and practical outreach to the community.

Smiling mamas can read God's Word in their heart language.  "Erokamano. Nyasaye Opaki."

Sharing the Word.

Precious prayer time with gratefulness.

Amazing mamas now blessed with Bibles!

Some of our dear friends in Dadaab Refugee Camp were not sponsored 
to come back to school at Joyland. Since the ISIL crisis, funds for refugees’ 
education are not available.
Please pray the children at Joyland to be protected against violence and abuse.  
Please pray for the local youth to resist temptations to join terrorist groups in 
northern Kenya. May God’s words of comfort and peace find a home in their hearts.

 

We were awarded a grant to build 15 biosand water filters. 

May we have grace to complete the work with a focus of sharing the gospel.

A biosand filter will make this dirty lake water  potable and prevent waterborne diseases.

Praising Jesus for the progress made on the church property. 

The permanent security wall is completed. 

Please pray with us about constructing a place for neglected 

mamas from the surrounding slums and villages to come, learn and 

access resources. The expected cost to build a multipurpose building 

is approximately $10,000.

Building the security wall. Many of these mamas  now attend church.

Security guard poses with his machete.

Carolyne and Taleah strike a pose along the wall.

Mark poses too.

Without even knowing what was happening, a dear friend in USA 

felt impressed to share these verse a few days ago... 

Zech 2: 5. "For I, says the Lord, 'will be a wall of fire all around her 

and I will be the glory in her midst."

(Thanks Lynn!)

Please pray for our family to experience continued protection and provision.   
We are reapplying for our missionary permit. Our kiddos are in midterm and 
need an extra boost of confidence and commitment. We are also asking for
wisdom concerning options for the future.

Now glory be to God, who by His mighty power at work within us is 
able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream 
of—infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes.  
May He be given glory forever and ever through endless ages because 
of His master plan of salvation for the Church through Jesus Christ.   
(Ephesians 3:20.)

Asante sana for your prayers, support and encouragement.
hugs from the haugers
                                    Ooo0o

Don't Give Up on Anyone

My stepmom died on January 27^th 2015.  I wrote her a tribute.  As I thought about her influence on my life, I recalled just how unlovable I made myself to her, to my family; me - the black sheep, the outcast, doing drugs, being irresponsible, no morality, no integrity - a parent’s ultimate nightmare teenager from age 15 to 21. I’m certainly not proud of that, but I am inspired by my stepmom’s tough commitment to care about me, even when I didn’t.

Today I’m thinking about those in my life that are difficult to love.  The ones who take carefully crafted plans to help and toss them aside like trash.  The ones who indirectly ooze their problems out of martyrs’ mouths yet find fault in any proposed solution. Those who spitefully use people. And those who simply suck the life right out of you and then ask for more. Yeah, those ones. The ones who don’t respond well to love, who misinterpret motives, who can’t comprehend truth.  The ones who make us feel uncomfortable. What do we do with those ones?

Jesus loves the unlovable. He waits for them. He’s patient, longsuffering and kind REGARDLESS. He keeps no record of wrong but rejoices in what is good.

“But He’s God.” you say,  “Of course He can do that.” 

Ok, then ask, “How much of God lives in me?”  Can I pray?  Can I listen?  Can I take a minute and smile? Can I forgive? Can I courageously ask the Lord to do or not do something through me to bring some small form of redemption, even when I might not see it appreciated?

Think about those estranged from you… Can the Lord trust you with His plan for them? It might take time, sacrifice, hard decisions like letting go… or embracing… but isn’t that what life is for?

However flawed our journey, it was certainly true of my stepmother’s life for me.

Tribute to My Mom

When I was young, I never thought I would really like you. I could not have been more wrong. 

It took a while, but then we didn’t see each other very often, usually just for a few hours on Sunday afternoons.  You were my dad’s new wife, and I’d watch you, test you, trying to see what you were made of… You didn’t flinch.

Instead you baked homemade birthday cakes with lollipops sticking out the sides. You helped Dad arrange summer drives for giant ice-cream cones at Measumers and winter fun like shooting down the icy toboggan run at Sheridan Park. We camped in Canada and played make-believe in the fields behind the house on Grand Island. You taught us to create candles, to build plastic signs and to make up when we siblings argued. Still, I didn’t exactly know what to think about you… “my Sunday mother.”

When I was a wayward teenager, Dad and you took me in. I continued the testing… Although we rarely saw things the same way, we enjoyed some pleasures like shopping for clothes and eating huge bowls of ice cream in the evenings while watching Vanna White turn the letters on Wheel of Fortune.

I finally pushed you and Dad away completely and set out to do life on my own.  Years went by and the only time I saw you was when I snuck in the back of the church at Grammy’s funeral. You hugged me, and I stayed behind in the end pew and cried for hours.

Then, I got sick. Very sick.

That’s when we connected. That’s when I knew I liked you for real, and I’d love you forever.

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t wrap my brain around having a debilitating disease that constantly threatened to steal my life. I wanted out in the wrong way. Thankfully, you and Dad showed up in my life – again.

You spoke to me like everything mattered. You told me circumstances happened for reasons we sometimes don’t understand; but if I could find faith to believe, I’d see the answers, even if they were not the ones I wanted.  I hated those words, but I clung to them because I knew they sustained me. I knew it was my right way out.  In spite of myself, you always made sure I was encouraged when you left the hospital. You forced me to have hope.

After I stabilized, the pep talks continued, your assistance found me a place to live, your help got me started in college, you and Dad drove me to New England where I entered Bible school. On holidays, I’d travel down to Florida to stay with you and Dad. You mothered me – something I desperately needed.

I could go on about the special times at Tarpon Springs munching on gyros and Friday Flea Market where we’d hunt for treasures, and preparing for church teachings together, and eating lunch at Ryans (Dad always got his desserts before eating!) and afternoons lounging around the pool. You saved my life – literally – from drowning.

I shared with you my dreams of being a missionary, and you didn’t bat an eye, even when others thought about the impossibility of my weakened body.

  

“Do it.” you’d say, “Get prepared and go.”

I did, and that’s why I’m not there right now, sitting next to my sisters and brother at your memorial service. I’m here, in Kenya, in Africa, doing what you agreed I could do.  I’m here ministering to widowed mamas because you pushed me.  I’m here serving neglected, handicapped children because you didn’t give up on me.  I’m here adopting a child from a hard place because you loved me when I was unlovable.

Your influence helped create the life I now cherish.  Who knew – the little girl that put you through the wringer would someday value your presence in so, so many ways. Was it all perfect? Heck no, but then again, nothing is.  Thanks for believing in me when I couldn’t.  I love you forever. My mom you will always be.

One last hug till I see you again…

Your grateful daughter,

 ~lisa

January Update 2015

Mark and I started attending a small yet captivating Bible Study on Saturday mornings. We’re watching a fascinating video series that reveals scriptural truths as they relate to the ancient lands of the Middle East.  The harsh desert environment filled with rocks and shepherds is dotted with lush oasis. This landscape paints a vivid picture that parallels life, no matter where you actually live.  Some imagery from the lessons we’ve learned applies to everyday…

“He makes my feet like hinds feet” (Psalms 18:33). The goats of the desert have feet like suction cups; always keeping them on the path they are supposed to follow, no matter how difficult the journey.

It seems we never pray for feet to walk through trials and tests. We usually pray for them to END IMMEDIATELY!  But, these hard times have their value (James 1:2-4).

Henry spent 46 days back in the orphanage. We literally begged God to release him EVERY DAY. We could only imagine the horrible toll the disruption would bring on us all, especially Henry.  When we realized he wasn’t coming back as quick as we wanted, we started praying for Henry to transition home well, without unpredictable behaviors, or tantrums, or fear. We prayed for wisdom, strength and personalized strategies for rebuilding attachment. Henry has been back with us now for 59 days. Overall, he’s readjusted better than anyone predicted.  God gave us feet to stick to the path, regardless of its tricky twists and turns.

“He makes me to lie in green pastures” (Psalm 23). Sheep in the middle east are not grazed in fertile meadows or farmland, but they’re in the desert, eating tuffs of grass that grow among the rocks.

Sometimes we think about how much our kids, especially Tavin and Taleah, are missing – like special occasions with relatives, educational resources, recreational activities with friends, the abundance of choices… Sometimes, our kids truly grieve these losses and we try to help them through by modeling gratefulness, and finding fun together.  Kisumu is NOT what any teen ager would consider “green pastures;” it’s more like a desert yet, we see God providing for them daily if we look for the “tuffs” of hidden opportunities that always materialize into good times.

  
“His sheep will hear His voice” (John 10:3). The shepherds of the desert sing to their flocks, wooing them to follow so they receive a daily feeding.  Without the Shepard’s voice the sheep become lost and can’t find what they need to survive.

Although much mission research states that 80 percent of Kenyans claim to be Christian, there certainly is a huge lack of biblical teaching.  Many Kenyans in the villages are taught legalism mixed with taboos and rites. Some practice evolving syncretism - changing beliefs to fit their moods.  In town, numerous pastors preach LOUD and empty words while filling their pockets with people’s meager offerings. In spite of these challenges, the mamas we work are learning to listen to the voice of God by readings verses to each other, by participating in our weekly Bible study, by asking questions and searching scriptures for the answers. Their eagerness for truth will keep them well fed.  They are hearing their Shepard.

“Out of your belly shall spring living waters” (John 7:38).  En Gedi is a refreshing spring in the harsh Judean desert. In a seemingly barren place, full of striking desolation, a cascade of sweet water pours from the rocks to sustain life.

Kisumu, with it crime, violence, corruption and poverty can seem like a desert of wretchedness.  We sometimes feel the barrenness of working here… but words of encouragement, acts of kindness are like an En Gedi to us.  Similar to the filters we install to bring clean water into poor places, the support and prayers we receive from friends and family renews us.  God’s empowering springs strength, enabling us to keep living among the least.

Praise and prayer:

Church land crisis is OVER!  NO more intimidations from corrupt land grabbers or violence from hired thugs!  For almost a year, the church met under the constant threats of danger but God overcame and made a way for the church to have the land at minimal cost!  Construction on a security fence has started in earnest. Please pray for continued wisdom and discernment.

The children's church structure after thugs hacked it with machetes.

A new tin building and bricks to build the security fence.

Laboring together to make a place of worship.

We received an abundance of practical supplies from some very generous friends in Seattle!  The widowed/ single mamas will use these things to do charity projects, giving back to the poor in their communities. We also received some donations to purchase Luo Bibles and to help some very needy mamas subsidize the burden of school fees.  Please pray we steward these resources wisely – not fostering unhealthy dependency.

Please pray for  

• the new mamas joining Women of Worth. May this group preserve in becoming lights to each other and their communities.
• the people involved in the water filter evangelism project to minister effectively to new believers.
• Among the Least Board as we evaluate and refine projects that bring practical ministry to those we serve.

Tavin’s weekdays are filled with schoolwork and his weekend’s center around basketball and ministry.  He enjoys court time at the sports ground area with local boys. He occasionally visits a street boy ministry on Saturdays. On Sundays, he hops on a “pici” to help set up the sound equipment in a huge field for worship service. He also installed water filters in the village and spent the night in a mud hut.  Please pray for him to keep pressing into God and to see success from his study efforts.

Taleah loves school (a first!). She excels at writing and art.  Currently, she traveled with some of her class to Nairobi to participate in the Model United Nations program at the UN Building.  Most of the time we find Taleah outside with her bunnies, kitten and chickens. Please pray for her to keep pursuing God and know His plans for her are good.

Henry is readjusting well overall. He experiences developmental delays but is improving in some areas of speech.  He continues to have problems regulating his emotional outbursts and difficulty self-soothing, but this highly independent, caring, FUNNY boy enjoys his family and we adore him. Please pray for him to keep building healthy attachments.

Mark and Lisa are meaningfully busy and happy - most of the time! Occasionally we enjoy some quiet evenings watching sunsets along the shore of Lake Victoria. Please pray for us to remember to communicate well when things get stressful.

Please pray for...

• our adoption process to unfold as God intends.  With the recent moratorium on foreigners adopting in Kenya, we’re trusting and taking one step at a time. Our final post placement visit is in the beginning of February.
• our children’s educational needs and their futures to be established in the Lord.  May they always realize that family is home as they live between two worlds. May they use their unique cross-culture experiences for good.
• continued safety and provision and for those among the least to appreciate God as their loving Heavenly Father.

Asante sana for your prayers, encouragement and support!

hugs from the haugers

                                       Ooo0o

HOLY: What?

HOLY.

For me, this word had gotten a bad rap. It conjured up images of stuffy, stoic scholars dressed in elaborate deceptions, sitting on shaky judgment seats while enforcing religious rules. No one trusts these delegates of fear. Or my Imagination of HOLY envisioned some pious recluses, donned in sheets of cloth, murmuring ancient sayings while wandering down dark arched halls. Whatever I might see when I heard the word, HOLY, it usually included NOT HAVING FUN. 

When I first became a believer and heard the word HOLY spoken in Sunday sermons, referring to the congregation, I shuddered with dread. UGH. I didn’t want to be HOLY. 

I wanted to have FUN - to enjoy, to laugh, to eat, drink and be merry. That word HOLY seemed to overshadow me with a dark cloud of duty, striving, critical competition and approval seeking. I rebelled. I thought, “Ok. I’ll believe in Jesus, do good to people and that’s about it. This HOLY stuff is for the birds."

Boy, was I wrong.

First, I was wrong about the word, HOLY. It didn’t mean rigid rules or hiding under sheets of cloth or stoic scholars. It met something entirely different. In defense of my misunderstanding, I’d never heard the truth about HOLY. My assumption of trying to be “good enough” looked like it was modeled well among many Christians, and that’s where my problem started. I believed a lie.

One day, in my quest to reconcile the Jesus I admired and the word HOLY, I found it…

This nugget of freedom –

HOLY: "intact, complete, taken away from common usage, designed for higher purposes."

I had been taking the word HOLY and applying it according to standards I don’t even like – standards based on appearance and not the heart.  That’s why I felt so uncomfortable in places where holiness was judged by how I did something instead of who God was making me to be. When I started meditating on HOLY as God intended; my life began reflecting a Creator who LOVES me. His ways don’t bring fierce judgment but direction on how to live a beautiful life, full of joy and destiny.

I am free to be who God made me to be. I am intact not stressed. I am complete not striving. I’m taken away from common usage – not needing to do what everyone else is doing. I’m designed for my higher purpose – to be the best me! I'm embracing HOLY.

As I continue reflecting on this understanding of HOLY, I see how God has opened doors to share it with women in Kenya. Many of these widowed mamas, single mamas, young girls are poisoned by lies – “HOLY is only for men of God, HOLY doesn’t include them. They are too poor for HOLY, too weak, too needy, too uneducated, undeserving, unloved…

This false idea of HOLY has led some to gossip about each other or even leave the faith because they thought they could never measure up.

  But I see HOLY HOPE! 

   

God reveals himself in strange ways, like sewing group discussions that lead to healthy introspection, or visiting under mango trees, sipping ruby-colored roselle tea and praying for brokenness to be healed.

   

God is showing these women Jesus was sent for them to live intact, to live complete, to leave behind common usage and embrace their higher purposes 

 of loving God and caring for others.

 My HOLY goals for 2015?

• Let myself soberly reflect on the epistles as they relate to my journey with Jesus.
• Entrust my family more and more to the unending security of God’s grace.
• Move with HOLY Spirit’s gracious discernment in ministry among the least.    

“But be holy - "intact, complete, taken away from common usage, designed for higher purposes" now in everything you do, just as the Lord is holy, who invited you to be his child. He himself has said, “You must be holy, for I am holy.” 1 Peter 1:15-16.

Enjoy a HOLY new year!

    Love, ~lisa

This Month in Review...

It's that time where the industrious create "year in review newsletters."  Considering we post monthly updates, you might get bored with the redundancy, so here's a photo story of 

"this month in review."

Like the Kenyan weaver birds that busily build, we find ourselves 

continuing to build useful projects that serve people in Jesus name. 

The widowed/single mamas of WOW (Woman of Worth) 

enjoy prayer, bible reading and fellowship. Two more

mamas have joined us.

Although  possessing little themselves, they diligently 

work on projects to give back to those in the community 

who struggle -  we like to call this  "the widow's mite."

After 46 days back in the orphanage, Lil Man is home with us - his 

family.  Friends at the home gathered to sing, eat cake and say 

good bye (although we only live a few blocks away and he sees 

them regularly.) The sweet send off helped us transition him 

without disturbance.

Sharing cake is a tradition at celebrations and Henry
was happy to feed Moses.

 Now that Lil Man is back home, we do strange things 

like eat under the table. 

 Nothing like a 5 year old to keep you laughing!

 Helping harvest our first bananas!

We said good bye to a new, dear friend who assisted us in

 "handling" Henry's confusion while he stayed at the orphanage.

These croquet champions were all instrumental in 

encouraging us through Henry's transitions.

Serving in the village - one of the poorest districts in Kenya -

never fails to humble us.

The mamas kindness, hard work, willingness to give, to learn 

teaches us about the depth of God's grace. Ministry here is 

always mutually refreshing.

Helpful Henry. It's his gift!

Harvesting and packaging roselle tea to sell.
They distribute the profit to those in need.

Calendars used to roll paper beads are first studied with curiosity.

Lack of access to information is a root problem we're trying to change.

Henry gets an "ouchie" and the mama's rush to tend him.

Learning together how to bring God's transforming 

Word to those among the least.

Mark and David prepare a water filter for Mama Janet's

home. Janet cares for 3 orphaned girls.

With constant labor of working the garden, hand washing, caring 

for little ones, preparing cook fires and food... the ease of using

this filter to clean water amazes the mamas.

Village Chandelier

Meanwhile, back at New Life, the orphaned kiddos special 

needs join festivities of a grand opening of their new home.

A blessing to attend and photograph!

If you've followed our blog, you know about the complicated 

issues surrounding the land purchase for the local church we 

are part of. The trails were firey but God is the Great Redeemer! 

The church is now considered the rightful owner of this hotly 

contested plot. Praise Jesus! 

This month found the pastors praying 

over newly appointed leaders of various departments - one 

being our ministry partner, Carolyne. She now heads

Love in Action Ministry to the poor.

 

Pastor and Elders join hands - a three-fold cord

 not quickly broken.

Mark's service always includes everything from teaching to 

building to managing to holding babies.  Love this guy!

Lastly, we were surprised to be gifted with a trip to the 

coast for RnR we've not had in three years. A donor 

designated gesture that greatly influenced our mental health!

No more teachers or school books!

Just water time...

Kayaking...

Exploring...

Dancing...

And sand - so much sand!

Creepy things visiting the pool...

 Of course - the real RnR!

But RnR doesn't last forever so back to ministry we are passionate about. 
Please pray for us and the following situations...

• Intercountry adoptions in Kenya have been suspended indefinitely.  Our adoption of Henry should not be affected since we are handling the process as residents and already have placement. With so many true orphans and abandoned babies in Kenya, we're praying this ruling can be overturned and adoptions will resume.  
• For the church leaders to have have solid Bible knowledge, wisdom from above, and the character of Christ to minister in love.
• For the mamas to continue to grow in their faith and good works that God has prepared for them.
• That we and the team in US have wisdom in making decisions about sending a shipping container filled with ministry items to use for a resource center.
• For the physically challenged children of Joyland who are back in the refugee camp. May they stay healthy, safe and keep focused on their heavenly Father. 

As always, we're overwhelming grateful for being able to 

live the call and for those who help make it happen.

Asante sana!

Mungu awabariki this Christmas season.

hugs from the haugers

                                                                                                  Ooo0o

Kadogo Multiplied

 
Kadogo means small in Swahili. We are constantly humbled by God’s power to take kadogo and multiply it to express His love. Below is a list of words from the Bible that are kadogo but POTENT in their influence. 

• Sparrows. If a tiny bird does not escape the Creator’s attention, neither do you. Matt 10:29.
• Loaves and fish become creative ingredients for a miracle. John 6:9.
• Cup of cool water given in Jesus name brings His reward. Matt 10:42.
• Seeds of faith move mountains. Luke 17:6.
• A child welcomed into Jesus Presence because the kingdom is made up of these. Luke 18:16.
• Flowers wild in the fields are not arrayed more beautiful than you. Luke 12:27.
• A word in season brings refreshment. Psalm 119:17-20.

How does God take the seemly insignificant and transform it into the glorious meaningful?

1. Ask Him - “Lord, my “kadogo” comes up short, but in your Hands - it’s more than enough. I’m giving you my small ______________ (self, possessions, money, time, attention, resources…)

2. Believe Him - Know that He’ll take whatever small thing you offer and multiply it beyond your natural abilities. In other words, it will take His grace and not your striving to make beautiful ministry happen.

3. Celebrate Him - Don’t look around comparing your life to others. That only breeds discontent, frustration, and covetousness.  Instead, CHOOSE to celebrate Jesus moment by moment. Watch Him gently embrace your smallness and touch the world!

Here are some "kadogo multiplied" stories from our life in Kenya…

A small donation for an overlock machine, and another for materials, and another for supplies then soon the mamas - without husbands, without extra resources, but giving their little time - are making washable sanitary pads for poor village girls.  This kadogo act of kindness coupled with a gospel witness will improve school attendance that can provide a hopeful future and end the cycle of neglect and poverty - a BIG impact from such small offerings blended together by the Master Maker of good and perfect gifts.

 

 

One tiny baby, abandoned… No amount of searching found a relative to claim him.  He’s a boy now needing a family.  Small choices - small changes in light of the obvious impact that a mama’s love, a baba’s acceptance and siblings’ joy will have on his life.  A decision to humbly say, “Yes God,” can transform a destiny, regardless of how long he stays.

Four teenage girls gather under the jacaranda tree on the school campus. Sitting close under the shady branches they share snacks. One Musl*m, one Hindu, two Christians talking about lessons and boys and hair and music till the little Musl*m girl reveals her fear of the increasing threat of Ebola.  A Christian girl places a warm hand on the Musl*m girl’s arm and seriously explains, “When you are afraid, you can call to Jesus. Ask Him to help you. He will never let you stay alone.” A small nugget of truth given with tenderness can open the door for the Lord to change an life for eternity.

An insignificant cup of clear water was murky minutes ago, almost consumed by a toddler with a runny nose.  A quick pour through the filter and now his mama holds a plastic bottle filled with water that won’t make her child sick.  She listens to the Bible lesson that Jesus, the Living Water longs for her to thirst no more.  The Creator of Life brings new life to a mom and a child through a cup of clean water.

In a wheelchair not made for African mud, my body - weakened and fragile - can still be a missionary in the hovels of the poor.  It is where we hear God speak. It is where we see Him take those destitute and set them among royalty.  Only Jesus…  to Him be all the glory.

    Nothing about you is too kadogo for God to multiply.  Just let Him have it and hold on…

“It's the SMALL things that are important! Love or an act of kindness - those are the things that keep darkness at bay.” The Hobbit “An Unexpected Journey.”

Asante sana for your encouragement support and prayers.

hugs from the haugers

Ooo0o

Logistics of Separation

 
Ha. I just noticed this title could be misleading; curious readers might think it’s about mark and I… well, it’s not; but I hope it lures them to keep reading to learn about the plight of waiting orphans and families longing to love them. Below is a history… if you know it, move on to the how to’s of visiting our son who’s now living back in an orphanage (first time I’ve typed this without streaming tears) and managing our two “third culture” teenagers.

History…
We've known Lil Man for almost 3 years, and he's lived full time in our home for the last 9 months. As you know we entered the adoption process.  Well, it seems the orphanage made a BIG mistake placing him with us so early. This premature placement was supposed to be a foster situation but of course, the paper work never materialized.  When our 3-year resident requirement for adoption hit, we started the adoption process.  Soon after, the orphanage informed us that we have to return Lil Man to the orphanage till we are matched with him by the agency, acting like we have not parented him and loose more precious time.

Lil’ Man’s been back at the orphanage for two weeks now.  Our observations…

• All the care workers tell us how helpful and kind he is now after living with us for 9 months that actually is a mixed blessing because we’re happy with the report but don’t want to see that goodness undone.
• He eats like an animal again – fists full of carbs like rice or ugali shoved into his mouth none stop, until his cheeks puff like a chipmunk and his eyes blaze greedily.
• His visits with us are temperamental – easily disturbed by simple changes in activities or locations even if he chooses them. He can giggle and whine within the same few minutes. He ignores us, watches us, comes to us, runs from us – all interspersed on an afternoon visit.
• He’s afraid of being left behind AGAIN. Very afraid.

With that said, we spend time with him regularly, but it comes at a cost… When he needs us most is when our two other kids need us most - after school, mealtimes and bedtime. The family separation is hard on everyone.

Our teens started a new international school this year filled with different cultures and languages to negotiate. The experience brings joy, lots of questions and the desire to share it with us - Mom and Dad. Their schedules of events require our participation. Homework necessitates our assistance. At the same time, Lil Man is not with us, but needs us - Mom and Dad’s attention and continued instruction… Since we can’t take him out, we must go there, but it’s not a place conducive to intimate family living.

We’re acquiring a few skills in the process of trying to preserve the attachment with our son in a special needs unit of an orphanage (which you can imagine includes every other child vying to be noticed) and being supportive of our teens, (who walk to the orphanage to be with Lil Man whenever they can).

We’re learning to:

•  Be intentionally thoughtful about our time apart. We cannot afford to do anything haphazardly - based on emotional decisions. We pray continually, asking God where to go, what to do, and we trust our choices are from Him.
•  Create concrete plans where everyone knows what to expect from all involved. Each family member who can share an opinion about strategy must. We listen and develop a list of who is doing what with intended results.
• Emphasis balance. It’s easy to think the older kids can fend for themselves and immerse energy in Lil Man’s acute needs. It’s also easy to ignore other responsibilities, but we must remember why we are here and that God’s grace is more than sufficient.
• Be honest. We all have freedom to cry, ask questions, express our feelings; we choose not to follow those unpredictable emotions. Our assurance is to shadow Holy Spirit’s courage and comfort.
• Do healthy transitions. Even the shortest goodbyes include hugs and prayers. Life takes too many twists and turns to let someone leave without the reassurance that they are care for, that they belong.

 

Here we are - separated yet together with Jesus as our focus.  Will you join with us in prayer…

•     The rash and fever Lil Man is experiencing will disappear.
•     That healthy attachment will be preserved for us all. 
•     That God’s wisdom and favor abounds at the Kenya Adoption Authority meeting on      October 29^th.
•      For our family to lean hard into God’s comfort and strength through trials.
•     That we don’t worry or become anxious but bring all things to the Lord.

We must be hopeful by faith. This experience brings our hearts to the edge an abyss we have no desire to cross but because of the CROSS and the power of the resurrection, we can victoriously. He holds us all.

The adoption of our little one feels like a symbol of God's heart for the fatherless - His desire to redeem, to deliver, to heal and restore.  Only God can find a cast away child, abandoned in a tea field, crippled, without speech and rescue such innocence from certain death. Only God can bring a family from afar and make a way to join them together forever. Only God can establish divine destiny, and He does it through your prayers of great faith.  Thank you for remembering those who are among the least - the forgotten orphans; thank you for welcoming them into God's glorious kingdom by your cries for mercy and grace. Colossians 1:13.

Asante sana for your prayers, support and encouragement.

hugs from the haugers  Ooo0

Update: Praises and Prayers

Some of you know the difficult trail we’re enduring with our little guy who’s been living with us for 9 months. To avoid lots of painful explanation, let’ simply say we’re in the formal adoption process and since Kenyan law does not allow us to pre-select a child, we had to return little guy to the orphanage till we’re legally approved (yes, much tears shedding).  It seems the powers that be never followed up on foster placement paperwork that would have allowed him to stay with us during the adoption process.  Although Mark ran the 11 flights of stairs regularly to check our foster status, he never saw a social worker. Now, it’s too late. According to the orphanage, we didn’t do anything wrong. It’s a paperwork mistake on the authorities part that’s costing all involved significant heartache. Sounds confusing, eh? Just imagine how baffled we are and how bewildered little guy is… If you want personal updates and ways you can pray for us concerning this, please request them.  It’s not information we want to generally share, but we would truly appreciate intercession on our family's behalf.

 

Now, because we’re experiencing such hardship, many advise us to take a break from ministry.

On the contrary, we don’t do ministry. We are ministers, and we can’t stop being who we are regardless of life’s ups and downs. Being ministers to the poor in Kenya is our joy. The burdens that come with living here might feel overwhelming, but God’s grace overflows, and it’s a divine distraction from our pain to help others through theirs.

With that said, here’s our update, praise reports and prayer requests…

The Women of Worth (WOW) mamas have started a new project.  With a small donation of funds and resources, they will begin sewing washable sanitary napkins for young girls.  In many developing nations, when a female student has her monthly cycle, she can’t attend school because she does not have proper hygiene supplies.  This constant isolation reflects in bad attendance, weak grades and overall missed learning opportunities. We want to bring a solution to that problem.  After making packages of 7 pads , including a bar of soap and a tract explaining the love of God through Jesus Christ,  WOW mamas will distribute these gifts to needy girls. Bonus?  The mama's receive a fair wage for their labor to help them pay school fees for their children.

Last month we helped facilitate an amazing leadership conference that welcomed pastors from all over Kenya, Uganda and Brundi. We assisted with everything from transport to organizing intercession.  It was refreshing to share teaching on integrity and watch ministers respond to God’s call for holiness.

Always good to make friends with security at a leadership conference.

We also participated in a solemn assembly of recognizing the gifts God has placed in the body of Christ for leadership.  The work we’ve done to equip the church to care for the poor was appreciated – a humbling honor.

   

Finally, Taleah and Tavin are good overall, exceling in school and joining the mock United Nations program that will being this spring.  Tavin was sponsored to be in the Mater Hospital Heart Run and he came in FIRST!  Yep, that lone runner behind the police escort is Tavin! (2nd photo)

Praise the Lord with us for:

·       Sustained good health for our Kenyan friends and us.

·       Protection from accidents and random acts of violence.

·       Fruitfulness in the lives of the widowed/single mamas.

·       Peace in the midst of spiritual storms.

Please pray with us for:

·       Continued healing in all our hearts during this transition time with little man.

·       The adoption process moves forward, undaunted by complications.

·       The land issues surrounding the church will keep on the path of complete resolution.

·       The shipping container project – wisdom, provision.

·       The least among us will place their trust in Jesus and find hope fulfilled in Him.

     

      "But the Lord stood at my side and gave me strength... because I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that He is able to guard what I have entrusted to Him 

until that day." 2 Tim.

      Asante sana for your prayers, support and encouragement. 

      May the Lord bless you for your kindness to us.

      hugs from the haugers Ooo0o

Update and Prayer Requests

Hujambo Rafikis!  August has been an interesting month of…

Saying good bye to the last of our summer visitors…

We completely enjoyed these friends and family that brought us yummy treats, sweet fellowship and much needed assistance.  It’s hard to say goodbye but we’re praying some will return in January, Lord willing.

 

 Pursuing adoption procedures full force since our three-year residency requirement 

is fulfilled… 

We’ve known little man, who was abandoned as a baby, since he was three; he turned five last May and has lived with us full time since Christmas.  We are FINALLY collecting the remainder of our documents and planning to travel to Nairobi as soon as possible.  There we’ll meet with the agency and apply for our “good conduct certificate” (which pretty much means we haven’t broken any laws while living in Kenya.) PLEASE continue to pray that this laborious process remain uncomplicated and timely.  Family permanency in the life of a little one is priceless.

 

Finding a decent “local international” school for all three kids to attend and not loose our sanity in the process...

Certainly the most trying conundrum we’ve experienced while living here.  Kids’ education is important.  Since ours were adopted from USA child welfare, we have to yearly prove they are enrolled in school.  Finding a school that meets our needs, our standards (for academics and safety), and wouldn’t financially bankrupt us… well, it’s been… nicely put – DIFFICULT! Trying to meet teachers and see classrooms in two schools took over a week. Suffice to say, the kids started school! YEAH JESUS!  They seem happy and here’s the bonus - they can come home for lunch daily and we aren’t bankrupt! 

Continuing ministry with the widowed/single mamas…

After the school hunting fiasco, we can somewhat relate to what our mamas deal with when searching for a school their children can attend.

We survived the following process:

We paid application fees to the bank which meant standing in line for an hour; then back to the school to stand in line for another hour so we could speak with the headmaster; when we finally received the acceptance note, we had to pay tuition which meant another trip back to the bank and another hour in line; we returned to the school yet again and stood in line to present the bank slip to the headmaster; then we stood in line to collect the course books.

After all that, we headed back into town to, guess what? Yep. Stand in line to order uniforms where a polite argument ensued with the sales person because we didn’t want the uniforms to fit the kids exactly.  We wanted them a little large so we wouldn't have to do this ordering uniform thing again during the school year because the kids will grow out of the “fine-fitting” uniforms. We won the polite argument. We gathered our uniform shirts, shorts, skits, blazers, socks, shoes and paid our bill.  We’ll need to return in a day or five to pick up some of the “larger” items because they were not in stock. We’ll probably have to stand in line. We finally drove home to sort books and iron all the uniforms. 

Ugh. But it’s a grateful Ugh.  Thanks to all who prayed us through.

Although finding a school was cumbersome, time-consuming and made us slightly “testy,” it was relatively easy compared to what the widowed/single mamas endure to find a school. Overall, the various school administrators treated us quite courteously. We were highly welcomed to attend any school we chose. But our mamas and their children are not so readily welcomed.  Here’s Anne’s story…

The sun peeks over the sad slum called Abunga casting shadows through the cracked door.  Anne wakes early and sets cold ugali on the stool for the children to eat after they return from collecting jerry cans of water.  Anne starts out, walking to the matatu stage to find a ride into town. She’ll use precious shillings on public transport to take her to schools where she’ll strive to present her oldest son as a good candidate for admission. He’s bright, scored well on his 8^th year finals. 

Each administrator throws her the same lame response of uncertainty. The last one looks down his long prejudiced nose, starring at her torn cloth shoe.  She tries to hide her foot behind the other and shows him her son’s grades. The man doesn’t make a commitment; he offers a vague, “Maybe. Come back tomorrow.”  But Anne knows she can’t.  She has a small business to run and hungry children to feed, a cooking fire to tend, water to gather, clothes to hand wash and hang.  As she leaves the school office, the third one that day, she looks up to see rain clouds have gathered; large drops start to fall. She thinks of her laundry on the fence next to her tin house that leaks. Anne feels heaven crying her own sadness.  

“Maybe.” She consoles herself. “Maybe tomorrow. Yes Lord. Let my tomorrow come.”

PRAISE JESUS. Anne’s son was admitted to a good school but the fees set her back. She’s in debt.  We made contact with a relief ministry that provides food packages and 800ksh stipend ($9.75).  We’re praying Anne can relocate in a better house and continue her prepared foods business.

Mama Josephine carries the 25 kilo package home on her head.

 If you are impressed to help any of our mamas with overwhelming school fees, please make a donation on the sidebar and include a note: "for the mamas." Please pray for them to find good schools and earn enough money to cover the ever-rising expenses of education.

Breaking news prayer request – As I write this, our dear friend and co-laborer in Christ, George has been hospitalized. George is a huge part of the ministry here, especially with the Kajulu village mamas and evangelistic water project. He suddenly began experiencing severe seizures. He was unconscious in the hospital while doctors threatened to strike.  Currently he’s stabilized and undergoing testing.  Please pray for healing.

Ephesians 4:16 “He makes the whole body fit together perfectly. As each part does its own special work, it helps the other parts grow, so that the whole body is healthy and growing and full of love.”  We truly appreciate your willingness to help us do this special work so we all grow together in His love.

Asante sana for your encouragement, prayers and support.

hugs from the haugers Ooo0o

Bananas and Rainbows

  Bananas and Rainbows

Sounds like a children’s book title, huh?  It’s not.

We live in a hard place. You’ve probably read our posts that describe the violence, the poverty, the corruption, the constant strain of want and bombarding requests for help. Yes. We are called to this. But, calling isn’t easy and grace doesn’t include comfortable convenience. Some days, living on the edge of the slum, moving with poor women, we deal with personal problems so foreign to our “American minds” that I must gulp, swallow my complaints and simply choose to sing.

Lately, we’ve wondered what it might be like to not raise the 5 year old who’s been a part of us for three years now.  We’ve struggled with limited opportunities on where and how to educate our kids. Gouging gasoline prices, skyrocketing food costs, daily concerns about security… All these trials threaten to steal my peace, and silence the joy of service.

It’s times like this that I ALWAYS find Jesus moving in the shadows of small blessings. , like He’s teasing a game of hide and seek, inviting me to play, to laugh, to be brave because He’s there, right there, even in the midst of tenuous uncertainty.

There was a day so difficult I couldn’t restrain the sad tears welling in me. That was the day I saw the Lord in the surprise of bananas and the glory of a rainbow.

Mind you, bananas are fairly common here but none seemed to grow on the tree we planted over a year ago. Our second Christmas tree, not more than 3 feet high in the pot was transferred to the yard and grew in crazy measures, standing taller than our almost 6 foot son, but no bananas. Not a one.

Despite nursing it to bear fruit, nothing came of our efforts. I gave up.

Weeks later, there they were, like an overnight birth – bananas!

That same evening, after ministering a day of crisis to faith-filled solutions, the ride home found us following a brilliant rainbow – uncommon beauty in shantytown. We laughed, dancing in the evening’s glorious glow.

I realize these blessings might not sound like much compared to miracle healings or dramatic deliverance, amazing testimonies we’ve also experienced here. But when Jesus shows up in those small, small things - like bananas and rainbows - His intimate presence invades difficulties and coaxes my grateful smile.

Although we see Him in the profound, what small things will you see God in today?

Asante sana for your encouragement, support and prayers.

 hugs from the haugers Ooo0o

3 Years Remembering...

I keep journals. They are filled with thoughts and prayers hidden between enclosed pages, not for public viewing but also not to be forgotten. I pulled a worn striped spiral out the other day; the one I’ve keep with my dreams of Africa.

For years, I harbored an unrealistic desire that someday, maybe God would open the way for my family to live among the least and offer opportunity for their hopes to come true. I literally longed for the day I would sit in the midst of widowed, single, abused mamas who needed help to keep their children. I was haunted by images of orphans, sickly and alone, crying for their family. What was I to do? 

A heavy burden saddled me, but I, myself, felt like a burden. Using a wheelchair, experiencing profound weakness and with two children adopted as toddlers, I couldn’t see how we would do it – live on the mission field of Kenya among the poor to bring them something useful.  Good thing this vision didn’t rely on me.  It didn’t rely on me because it wasn’t from me.  It was from God, and I couldn’t escape it, even when I tried.

As I turned the pages of the worn journal, I’m impressed at how God keep the desire alive. Even in the face of complete opposition and adversity, He always provided a glimmer of light through dear friends who knew my limitations, but also knew God’s amazing power.

So this post is to thank all those who believed and supported and encouraged and prayed and visited and above all, expressed extravagant love to my family as we serve among the least in Kenya.   

The desire went from paper to reality.

  

Remembering all the Lord has done in three years of living in Kenya! It's more than we could have imagined...

• Widowed mamas have support, classes, skills training and micro finance so they can raise their children.
• Clean water is accessible with sanitation teaching - a great evangelistic outreach.
• Orphaned children are loved.

Mungu awabariki sana Rafikis! (God bless you all so much Friends!)

hugs from the haugers Ooo0o

Checking in...

Wow. We feel like we fell off the grid; so we’re checking in to let you all know all is well.  The days just fly by, ministry intertwining with life. When dinner ends and dishes are washed and everything wiped clean to eliminate ants infestation and we simply want to put our feet up... but no - it’s time to bathe an overly energetic four year old and settle him into bed.  We try not to fall asleep before he does! So, here’s a quick update, praise to God and requests for prayer…

We’re “great full” to all be together and have awesome visitors share sometime with us. Daily blessed to see Becky Thompson’s smil’in face and watch best friends, Gracie and Taleah enjoy each other. 

We also enjoy hosting the lovely Shannon DeBoer whose helpful hands and inquisitiveness fits perfect. The remarkable Casey Crow’s arrival for the third consecutive summer brings joy to our hearts and the Kenyan friends who love her. We just received the next visitor - our amazing niece, Amanda Ward. 

A house full of females might make you wonder, what about the guys? Tavin volunteers at New Life Children’s Home and playing basketball with the youth. He’s a great big brother, watching the world cup with “little man.” Mark keeps active with managing the compound, men’s Bible study and driving us to minister with the widowed mamas and kiddos.

Please pray for the widowed mamas in a rural village, Kajulu Kardero. We 

received a donation to provide water filters for these precious women who serve God 

by caring for orphans in their community.

 

Please pray for the pending adoption of our “little man.” It’s more complicated than doing a 5,000-piece puzzle without the picture or all the pieces!  We’re asking God for favor with the lawyer, judge and the “official paper collecting” process.

Please pray for the DIGGS training and widowed mamas support groups to continue experiencing meaningful spiritual growth and the Sasa Living project that empowers mamas and promotes adoption fundraising.

Please pray for Casey as she ministers to the children at Joyland, initiating programs that reinforce safety from sexual abuse and promotes HIV awareness. It's time for these forgotten children to receive the right to a future of hope. 

 

Please pray for Shannon as she processes life in Kenya and touches people with her teaching talents. Her thoughtful service is sooo appreciated.

 

   

Please pray for Amanda who traveled from Sierra Leone to work with us in Kenya. Her experience with international development and sweet spirit are wonderful assets.

Please pray for Becky, who provides us with unlimited assistance, wisdom, and laughter. It's a blessing to share our vision with her.

We are so very grateful for this opportunity to spend quality time with these 

friends and family who refresh us.

Please pray for us as a family to be sensitive to the Lord’s voice and quick to 

follow His guidance that keeps us in perfect peace.

Asante sana for your prayers, support and encouragement.

hugs from the haugers  Ooo0o

Check out the mamas "Two Continent Designs" that help them provide for their children and assists adoptive families with fundraising resources. A win-win solution.  

Visit Among the Least on Facebook.

How Do You Spell Grateful?

Teaching is a big part of the ministry here in Kenya - from discipling widowed/single mamas, to facilitating instruction for handicapped orphaned kiddos, to speaking on Sundays at our local church.  One day, as we were discussing thankfulness and recording the work the Lord has done in our lives, a young one brought me a paper where this was scratched...

I am great full.

Immediately, we wanted to correct the spelling - "No, it's g. r. a. t. e. f. u. l." but I looked at the words again and saw it...

 great full. 

Yes.  

Our lives are full of greatness.  

Full of great things like nutritious food, clean water, clothing and safe homes.  

Full of great people like supportive family and encouraging friends.

Our lives are full of God's great Spirit, empowering us 

to replace hatred with love, 

to experience glorious joy regardless, 

to surrender self-serving for kindness, 

to be faithful when believing is hard, 

to overcome bad with good,

to disarm anger with gentleness, 

to be patient in waiting, long-suffering with the difficult, and experience peace forever.  

We are full of greatness to share with those who have no hope. 

Will  you join your great fullness of prayer with ours?

Please pray for relationships with our Kenyan friends to continue to develop into all God has designed, and the ministry to the poor will always find its foundation in the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Please pray for the orphaned children to find their God-ordained destinies.  May they always know they are loved and belong. We welcome donations to help us with educational supplies.

Please pray for the DIGGS training. 31 widowed/single mamas have participated in this program, many are now in business and learning new skills for "SaSa Living"(http://amongtheleast.org/#top).  As a result, children are not given to orphanages; they are raised in their families.  Please pray for a resource center to open and that God keeps using the DIGGS course to change lives. We welcome donations for Luo bibles as requested by the mamas.

Please pray for us as a family.  May God's provision and protection constantly overtake us. May little man's adoption be uncomplicated, and schooling opportunities become available for all three. We welcome donations to help with educational expenses.

Asante sana and don't forget -  

"How do you spell grateful?" 

The Lord might show you a new way.

Love and prayers to you. Let us know your request 

and we will bring it before the throne room with thanksgiving.

hugs from the haugers Ooo0o

Summertime!

Yep. Summertime.  It would surely be a welcomed season if we were living in Pagosa.  Snow melt filling the river for hot afternoon tubing, Big Trains and iced chais with moms on the deck of the local coffee shop, friendly barbeques and toasted marshmallows during soft sunset evenings... hmmm... Ok, I'm digressing.

Summertime in Kenya is not marked by such drastic changes of temperature and activities.  Everything stays about the same.  Kids are not even freed from the confines of classrooms till August. We continue serving, working, studying and playing in the same chaotic routine as usual. The warm African sun merely moves in a more easterly direction. setting a few minutes later, dropping in  glowing splendor beyond the great Lake Victoria's horizon.

The BIGGEST change for us is summertime visitors!!! And we welcome them with anticipation of a child expecting Christmas, especially this year since we won't be traveling back to the States for a few weeks of furlough.  We get busy (or should I say busier) around here rearranging space to accommodate extra beds, hanging mosquito nets, scheduling meetings, organizing transportation and purchasing surplus supplies.  Short term missions brings benefits for us, the community we serve and those who travel to spend a few weeks of their summer exploring another culture so different from their own.

For us...
We get to share our lives with visitors, showing them our favorite places, our favorite people and favorite (and least favorite) foods.  We show them how to lock the security gates and run water through filters. We explain the night time noises, assuring them the backfiring tuktuks are not gunshots (smile).  These visitors become our stateside information guides and our safe place to vent frustrations. The best part of hosting visitors is watching them observe obvious extremes and then, find the place they fit; their blessings become something given, not owned.

For the community...
Here in Kisumu, scriptures interweaves into the landscape where desperate widows still gather vessels for the miraculous oil.  Orphaned children search for belonging and the lonely look for families. The gospel is preached with busy hands and steady feet and sore muscles and sweaty brows. Living it involves everything. Our community welcomes visitors with hugs, smiles and brimming curiosity. Regardless how little they might have, they long for you to partake, enjoy and release yourself like an open tap of clean water.

For our visitors...
As we physically prepare for guests, we also begin praying the influences of Holy Spirit creates radical realities for their pending experiences on this foreign field. Will you join us in prayer?

• May they find that biblical development work is the manifestation of prophetic  transformations (Psalm 10:12-18, Psalm 68:4-10). 
• May they participate in stories of deliverance, healing, restoration and celebrate the newness Christ brings out of degradation and corruption (Isaiah 58:6-12, Luke 4:18-19, Matthew 25:37-40).
• May they know the rich relationships created from adversity because Jesus' blood carries us together - black and white, Kenyan and American - on this journey of forgiveness and faith; futures merge into divine destinies (Jeremiah 29:11).

We know our visitors will carry home more than souvenirs and a good tan.  Their experiences will help mold their worldview, discover God's plans for those who are among the least, and (more often than not), bring them back to  love those who need to know their Creator cares.

Yep!  Summertime!  We're excited!  Wanta come?

Asante sana for all your prayers, support and encouragement.

hugs from the haugers Ooo0o

A Bird in His Hand

He carried the bird to us. His little hands, grubby, with sores and a nasty rash spreading on the forearm. The boy thought the bird was hurt and we could help. Us, being "wazungu" ("white" + missionaries = having solutions, right?)  tend towards hyper-sensitivity about cleanliness and priorities. We could have certainly overlooked the bird and gone straight to treating the small boy; but, we've learned a thing or two in our almost three years of living in Kenya.  We looked at his bird.  It was important to him so it needed to be important to us. We made a big deal about the yellow feathers and reassured him all would be fine since the bird simply acted a bit dazed.  It might have been the boy knocked him out of a tree with a stick or rescued it from a stray cat.  Who knows.  Giving the bird attention made the boy trust us, maybe even like us enough to let us help him. We found that point of contact.

Questions - 

How many times do we rush in and try to solve obvious problems that might need an approach that's not so obvious?

Can we be hyper-sensitive about things that matter like forgiveness, kindness and patience when we're busy fixing things? (Oh, I felt a pinch there!)

Will the help we are trying to give really help or does it just make us feel better about ourselves?

The biggest lesson I learned from this small boy was regardless of his own painful-looking condition, he was concerned about the bird and wanted it to be well.

  

"Lord, let me not be quick to think I know all the answers or be offended when someone treats my efforts with indifference.  Let me see truly and clearly so I can be 

Your hands extended."

Matthew 6-26. 

Value one another.

While writing this I received news that our local pastor's wife's sister died.  This is her second sister to die in three weeks.  With the ongoing church property issues, this is quite a blow, especially to this beautiful sister of faith.  Her name is Mary.  We'd appreciate your prayers.

hugs from the haugers Ooo0o

Who's Outside Your Gate?

In Kenya, as in many developing nations, property is fenced with gated access. This is for both privacy and security. Most fences are fabricated from tin sheets or cement; the latter usually sports barbed or electric wire. Some only have broken glass poking along the top. All of them enhance ability to control surroundings.

     Look closely at the top of the fence. Hey, who's that "mazungu" gal in the blue?

Our current compound is encircled by thick, thorny bougainvillea. Our gate is strong and high, with a peep window; it’s always locked. A stern askari (guard) alongside vigilant dogs watch access from dusk to dawn.

This makes us “feel” secure. It erects an illusion of protection from the hard, hard life   happening “outside” the gate. Our possessions, our resources, our things are safe with us because they are ours - for us - mine - we must insulate from threats.

Of course I understand the necessity of living in a secured compound, especially since we are in a country rated “high threat zone” in the USA travel warning system. I’m very grateful for God’s provision - a preserved place to minister and raise our children.

 
Yet, as I see the imposing fences and bolted gates, some ostentatiously constructed, I start wondering how this constant, enclosed “security” and “safe-guarding” effects psyche, thinking, character, actions…. When I begin wondering about stuff like that, Scripture must set my standard.

What I found in God’s Word concerning self-preservation, the truly poor and gates challenged me…

 
Luke 16:19-31 tell a story of a rich man and a beggar named Lazarus. The rich man could be anyone since he’s not specifically named. I find that symbolic. He could be me because globally, although I’m a missionary, I’m richer than 2/3s of the world. The beggar has a name – Lazarus. How many times do we forget that those less fortunate than us have names, have lives not defined by their misfortune? He was full of sores that dogs licked. Not a pretty picture and probably not something many of us actually see everyday. But the rich man, a cultured foodie dressed in the latest styles, could – if he chose to really see.

Now, I’m not going to do the whole “bleeding heart give to the poor because they have nothing” speech. Our experience working among the marginalized proves some who live in poverty can be just as materialistic and self-serving as some who are affluent. It’s always a heart issue.

 
What I am pointing out is there are DESPERATE human beings in DESPERATE situations – like Lazarus, covered by oozing sores that dogs licked; he desired to meekly eat crumbs that fell from the rich man’s table. Even crumbs would have made a difference.

 
Lazarus was laid outside the rich man’s gate. Sounds like he might not have had an option about where he was put. Truly, I’ve seen conditions where innocent lives are put in terrible places and no amount of “self effort” will alleviate their suffering. Conditions like children lying helplessly crippled in tall grass where poisonous snakes hide. Infants discarded in tea fields, left for animals to eat. Young mamas, widowed and abandoned with no education but with mouths to feed, bodies to cloth and minds to school. Little ones crawling along the dirt with oozing sores, very much like Lazarus.

These are the ones God has put outside my gate.

 
Will I blame government corruption and let these continue to bear the consequences?
"…and the government will be on His shoulders…”
They are outside my gate.

 
Should I fear for my safety and security?
“Psalm 91…”
They are outside my gate.

 
Do I keep what belongs to me because I earned it?
“Give and it will be given to you…” 

 They are outside my gate.

 
I hear another verse vibrating softly in my spirit… “So also Jesus suffered and died outside the city gates to make his people holy by means of his own blood” Hebrews 13:12.

Jesus, my Savior, my Lord, my Example – He calls me to share His suffering and invite people into His holiness bought by His sacrificial blood – outside the gate.

Did we become so preoccupied with our rights for security, for control, for possessions that we can forget to see the genuine needs just outside our gates?

You might not have physical gates the keeps you separated from the surrounding desperation, but we all have created barriers that prevent us from seeing what’s uncomfortable, to govern our experiences, to insulate our hearts from suffering. It’s not necessary to take a sledgehammer and knock down those walls before we do something.  

Just simply open your gate and look who’s there...

 
 Maybe a lonely friend is facing a horrible crisis…
 Could it be a neglected child who needs attention?
 Is it a forgotten elderly person?
 Someone lost in prison…
 Someone who is dreadfully sick…

Ask the Lord how to show the wounded His mercy, His grace, His justice.

Welcome them inside your gate.

The rest of the story from Hebrews…
 13 Therefore let us go to him outside the camp and bear the reproach he  endured. 14 For here we  have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come. 15 Through him then let us continually offer  up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name. 16 Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.

Asante sana for your prayers, support and encouragement.

hugs from the haugers Ooo0o

What About Water?

Just turn on the tap and bingo – fresh water, the kind that drips cold from the glass and drains in one long swig, a drop trickles down your chin. Or that chilled bottle, plucked from the cooler at a sporting event on a hot afternoon; frosty condensation moistens your palm while soothing wet fills your mouth. Slug it down. Yeah. Water.  Most of us might pay dearly for it, but its available, easily accessible and clean – very clean.

So, you might ask – “What about water?”

Globally speaking, here are the facts:

  

• 70% of the earth is water but less than 1% is drinkable.345 million people are without water access. 

• 780 million people are without access to potable water. (That’s more than twice the population of USA.)

• 3.4 million people die yearly from water borne disease. (That’s about the entire size of Los Angeles.)

• Lack of access to clean water and sanitation kills children at a rate equivalent of a jumbo jet crashing every four hours.

• The water and sanitation crisis claims more lives through disease than any war claims through guns.

• An average American taking a five-minute shower uses more water than the average person in a developing country slum uses for an entire day.

• More people have a mobile phone than regular access to safe drinking water.

• Women and children use billions of hours collectively hauling water and finding fuel to use for boiling, valuable time that keeps them from school and income-generating work. This daily chore takes them into unsafe environments, making them vulnerable to assault. Even after the water is collected, precious energy is used to try and make it clean – sometimes the dirty water must be consumed as is, resulting in life-threatening diseases.

        (Information collected from WHO, UNICEF, ITU, UNFPA, UNDP.)

What can be done?

Realize that access to safe water can stop the poverty cycle.  By providing a means for potable water to be easily accessed eliminates the potential barriers to development – barriers like continuous illness, lack of opportunity, lost education and wasted time.  Access to safe water, introduced through the gospel message gives those living in poverty a chance to embrace a spiritual journey that changes their worldview from fatalism to divine destiny.

How can this be done?

1.  Sharing the love of God through Jesus Christ by building relationships that treat others with redeemable providence.

2.  Building and distributing low cost, effective bio=sand water filters, which remove 99.9% of pathogens that cause sickness.

Our two step goal may not provide the water, but our DIGGS program enables mamas to earn enough income to purchase unclean water at 2 ksh (about 5 cents) per liter. With the biosand filter, they can purify their water and the expense of fuel for boiling is eliminated; plus, time spent preparing to clean the water is saved.

View our first biosand water filter team building day…

Materials delivered for construction.

Lessons.

Cleaning materials through sifting.

And more sifting.

Seperating course sand from the fine - both will be used.

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Washing the gravel chips.

Heavy work, but the mamas will say, "access to clean water is worth it."

The children help.

 

Their "short term assistance" turns to play.

Carolyne gets to use real tools, a novelty for many here, especially women.

 Securing the spout.

 

A prayer that it all holds before the cement pour.

 

Mixing gravel chips, cement and waterproof.

 

Careful leveling.

Clean up. Everybody does their part.

A hearty meal and fun fellowship.

Removing the mold and it looks good! It will cure for 7 days.

And the process is repeated!

THANKS to everyone who helped us bring potable water to those we serve in Kenya.  With a great team of nationals, bio-sand water filters are being constructed on our compound for widows and orphans.  How great is that?  They might not be able to turn on a tap or crack open a bottle, but this nifty contraption will let them pour whatever water they have and make it safe to consume. YEAH GOD.  This filter, introduced with the gospel message is effective outreach in the community.  Win Win Win! Clean water from the Living Water for those who need water.  Again - YEAH GOD!

Asante sana for your prayers, support and encouragement.

 hugs from the haugers Ooo0o