tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10752565156005660702024-03-13T12:21:09.293+00:00Mozambique Mission 2008This Blog is about the Mozambique Mission I took part in, in November 2008 to Angoche.
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"English Blogger - Musings of an Ordinary Bloke"D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-48571673952697287642009-01-10T09:47:00.000+00:002009-01-19T15:44:18.233+00:00A Mission Trip Part 1<div style="text-align: justify;">To get to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Angoche</span> was a mission on it's own, it would take 3 days, a lot of sweat, a few tears, meeting some amazing people, a lot of prayer and quite a few laughs. So lets start at the very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">beginning</span> as Mary Poppins, would say. We left Sutton Coldfield Baptist Church at around 2pm Friday the 14th of November and arrived at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Heathrow</span> at about 5:00pm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ish</span>. We all congregated at fast check in (Mr Administrator had already checked us in online) and I went to find Mr C (an ex elder from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">SCBC</span> now living in Devon) who was a few yards away!!!! We said our good-byes to Ms G who was taking the minibus back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">SCBC</span> and checked in.<br /></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj8iASxAvI/AAAAAAAAA2I/MLW2UXXftNQ/s400/STA60001.JPG" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276244624588997362" border="0" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj8ighu61I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/MN692eVYGj4/s1600-h/STA60003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj8ighu61I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/MN692eVYGj4/s400/STA60003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276244633241709394" border="0" /></a>We flew at just after 8pm and arrived in Johannesburg at just after 6am local time. We were met by Mr & Mrs R who work for The Missionary Organisation as fixers, getting the things that the guys in Mozambique Mission Field and other places need. We were taken to their house and made to feel very welcome, we showered and had tea and coffee, melon, biscuits and sandwiches. In the afternoon we went to a craft market, where I met <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Picasso</span> who sculpts rock, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">photo below</span>. We then had tea at R & R's a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">fantastic</span> cooked meal and a time of just wonderful sharing and fellowship. Later Mr C, Cameraman and myself were taken to an amazing guest cottage somewhere in countryside that was so beautiful and very peaceful (apart from the peacock!!)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj8i0BcUwI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/rT21m4o3OmM/s1600-h/DSCF2012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj8i0BcUwI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/rT21m4o3OmM/s400/DSCF2012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276244638474982146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj_3BU3ruI/AAAAAAAAA2g/rqWEm9raGHw/s1600-h/DSCF2017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj_3BU3ruI/AAAAAAAAA2g/rqWEm9raGHw/s400/DSCF2017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276248284178394850" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At 6:30am the next morning (Sunday) we were taken to the airport and off we flew to Maputo (International Airport <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hahaha</span></span>) a short 1 hour flight. Maputo is a funny airport for an international airport, it is tiny and cannot receive anything bigger than a 737? ho hum. We had a 6 hour wait also Ms T would be joining us here. We had bumped into her at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Jo'burg</span> airport earlier that morning. Two guys had gone to find Ms T from immigration but she had been taken somewhere else. After they had been gone an hour and they hadn't returned I was a little concerned and mentioned to Mr Administrator that I would like to see what was happening. Mrs G and I went outside and were heading to arrivals when I heard a small cry of <span style="font-style: italic;">"English Blogger!!!</span>" I looked around and there was Ms T running up to us. She was OK but a little shaken. Immigration had tried to put her on an earlier plane and other things.<br /><br />From Maputo we flew to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Nampula</span> a 3 and half to 4 hour flight. For a meal we were given a small can of coke and a bag of crisps?. The flight went very smoothly and we met up with E and P in the baggage claim, E and P are friends of Missionary Man and Missionary Lady from Holland, Missionary Lady trained with E as a midwife. Missionary Man and B.G a fellow worker for The Mission Organisation met us at the airport and took us to the Organisation Campus. We had a Boys and Girls house, joined by a wooden door, there were a few screams in the night. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">hahaha</span> none of them were mine!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj_366Y3RI/AAAAAAAAA24/405smgQ0V9g/s1600-h/DSCF2045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj_366Y3RI/AAAAAAAAA24/405smgQ0V9g/s400/DSCF2045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276248299636579602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After a shared breakfast <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STkIWN_DfGI/AAAAAAAAA3g/odtunnOjY6g/s1600-h/DSCF2037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STkIWN_DfGI/AAAAAAAAA3g/odtunnOjY6g/s400/DSCF2037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276257616245521506" border="0" /></a>on Monday we had a tour of the Organisation Compound site and saw the offices and "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Kithaapuo</span>" the work that Missionary Man and Missionary Lady Missionary Girl and Missionary Boy have spent the past 12 years working on!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj_3iqpW6I/AAAAAAAAA2w/4K22VTOHdaM/s1600-h/DSCF2061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj_3iqpW6I/AAAAAAAAA2w/4K22VTOHdaM/s400/DSCF2061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276248293128100770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then we had a dust ride!!!! a 2 and bit hours ride to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Angoche</span>, most of the road is a dirt road.......well a dust road and we got filthy in our Land Rover unlike <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj_4R2VlHI/AAAAAAAAA3A/GOXvYYJCtEI/s1600-h/DSCF2073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STj_4R2VlHI/AAAAAAAAA3A/GOXvYYJCtEI/s400/DSCF2073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276248305793602674" border="0" /></a>the other two cars going to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Angoche</span> we had no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">air con</span> so we had the windows down....I am sure I still have red dust in my lungs.<br />Well it was a great ride and I learned so much from our driver, J (who is Missionary Man's boss!!!) he was telling me about the tribal systems and the way things work in the villages and stuff like that, it was just amazing. As we were driving we saw hardly any wildlife apart from the odd chicken or goat, Most of the houses along the road were made of grass, mud or weaved palm leaves. It was very Tarzan for want of a better description. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STkFWznQQqI/AAAAAAAAA3I/g6fbO4tnlIc/s1600-h/DSCF2076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STkFWznQQqI/AAAAAAAAA3I/g6fbO4tnlIc/s400/DSCF2076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276254327811359394" border="0" /></a>I was so amazed at the beauty of the place and how peaceful everything seemed to be.... We stopped a few miles out of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Nampula</span> and looked at a Mountain...."Old Man" it's called.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STkHQN4nFeI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/UDynhiCr8kA/s1600-h/DSCF2078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STkHQN4nFeI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/UDynhiCr8kA/s400/DSCF2078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276256413627651554" border="0" /></a>Hardly any cars or trucks, plenty of push-bikes and people walking. Having a convoy of the three 4x4 vehicles did turn a lot of heads...this would be one thing I did find hard, which I will mention in a later blog. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Anyhoo</span> after just over two hours of dust and very fast driving!!!!! We made it to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Angoche</span> safe and dirty Monday late afternoon!!!! 3 days of travelling and we would need to do this again in 8 days time!!!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STkHQdMWIOI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/A2kz0mnX_qs/s1600-h/DSCF2089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STkHQdMWIOI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/A2kz0mnX_qs/s400/DSCF2089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276256417736958178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STkp7Cmdf4I/AAAAAAAAA3o/qFmnKxnSFec/s400/D+in+Ang.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276294532728455042" border="0" /><br /></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-8346838004046512792009-01-09T10:18:00.000+00:002009-01-12T09:47:37.107+00:00Mozabique Mission post 2<div style="text-align: justify;">We arrived hot, sweaty and very dusty in Angoche, though the others in the other cars obviously had air-con so felt cool and relaxed!!! Our first views of Angoche thanks to J were of the harbour...Angoche used to be the Worlds exporter of Cashew Nuts, until a virus hit the trees and the factories went bust<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz43uVU29I/AAAAAAAABMY/mAaCxeZHcp8/s1600-h/DSCF2099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz43uVU29I/AAAAAAAABMY/mAaCxeZHcp8/s400/DSCF2099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277366499585350610" border="0" /></a>. There are about a dozen boats moored up at the harbour...they never moved when we were there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Angoche is now a subsistence town, people fish, sell the fish so they can survive if they don't sell the fish they eat the fish. Obviously this isn't everyone but it does seem to count for a lot of the people especially on the islands. Some will be farmers, goats <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz44J2tlyI/AAAAAAAABMg/gWlVYalL9PE/s1600-h/DSCF2100.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz44J2tlyI/AAAAAAAABMg/gWlVYalL9PE/s400/DSCF2100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277366506973140770" border="0" /></a>and chickens seem to be feral but will belong some people, how they can tell who's are who's is a thing I have wondered about as they have no markings or tags?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyhooo back to my Mission Trip. The next morning we were up at 5am!!! I know arghhhh.....But as it gets light at about 3:30am and when it gets light it gets even hotter you tend to wake early. This was the first dedication and was on the mainland It was about 25 minutes away near the<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz44fYTHjI/AAAAAAAABMo/khZ8fQSihak/s1600-h/DSCF2139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz44fYTHjI/AAAAAAAABMo/khZ8fQSihak/s400/DSCF2139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277366512751156786" border="0" /></a> beach. The village was called Thamoole (<span style="font-style: italic;">pron</span> Tamooley). This dedication affected me the most, it was biggest culture shock I guess.<br /><br />Arriving at the village I was blown away buy how simple the village was, grass and mud huts, children looking after children. Then I heard the singing coming from the Church, it was beautiful. We weren't actually having the dedication service in the Church as the Church would not be big enough, so they had erected a temporary Church for this occasion. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz44tEO7aI/AAAAAAAABMw/IYG5JIb2bZM/s1600-h/DSCF2141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz44tEO7aI/AAAAAAAABMw/IYG5JIb2bZM/s400/DSCF2141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277366516425092514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In the Church, after taking our shoes off!!! Chris had forgotten tell us this little gem, they had found us some chairs (that wouldn't happen again!!)<br /><br />We were all introduced, then all of the other visitors were introduced, people from other Churches, from different districts etc. This was just wonderful and would mean so much more after a few more dedication services to see how far some of these fellow Christians had actually travelled!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz8J2cBFhI/AAAAAAAABNA/s4HjF0elNFg/s1600-h/DSCF2140.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz8J2cBFhI/AAAAAAAABNA/s4HjF0elNFg/s400/DSCF2140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277370109533427218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We then went into a time of worship, I was moved to complete speechlessness!!! I know me!.. this lasted for about 30-50 minutes???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz8JvRqrfI/AAAAAAAABM4/5rt7UjXDeAI/s1600-h/DSCF2142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz8JvRqrfI/AAAAAAAABM4/5rt7UjXDeAI/s400/DSCF2142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277370107610967538" border="0" /></a> not really sure (the worship not my<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz8KLiFnaI/AAAAAAAABNI/w-2AJeVSNL4/s1600-h/DSCF2235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STz8KLiFnaI/AAAAAAAABNI/w-2AJeVSNL4/s400/DSCF2235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277370115196034466" border="0" /></a> speechlessness) Then 3 of the team gave testimony or a prepared sermon, then the dedication of Kithaarpu, followed by 4 sermons, and communion, communion was really special, unless I could hear a translation of what was going I was a little lost sometimes, but having communion was a united Christian act. We had a little more worship and prayer, lunch was prayed for and then the service was over. During the sermons, Ian asked if I would fetch the water container he had in his car.... I was passed the keys and off I went, and burnt my feet in the sand I ran back...to much laughter from some children sat in shade outside. Put on my shoes and then fetched the water.<br /><br />Water was the largest part of our lives. The house we were in only had running water from about 5am to 5pm. That water was brown and needed to be filtered so we could drink it!!! in the heat and humidity of Mozambique you needed a lot of water, and coke (isotonic drinks replace the salts and sugars lost) We also needed to wash.... There were two large water buts in the bathroom for washing and flushing the toilet. (more about this in a later blog...back to Thamoole)<br /><br />I had brought some modelling balloons to make stuff for the kids...I started to do this and ended up mobbed not just by kids but by adults and it was ugly. I stopped after 20 minutes. (again more about this in a later Blog) We were asked into the Church, it was laid out with mats and some large cooking pots of food. I walked in and burst into tears. The generosity of the village was so overwhelming. I don't think the basics of Christianity had ever been shown to me in such a way. I left the Church to try and compose myself and bumped into Chris, I thanked him for letting come to this amazing place and just cried. The love and compassion of Christ is an amazing thing, I believe I glimpsed a tiny part of it that day. We sat on the mats in circles and a man came round and washed mour hands, again I just cried, it was all so scriptural and so amazing. I have been a Christian 22 years I like to think I am a fairly nice guy and an OK Christian, Thamoole showed me I have so much to learn, even the basics are so important. Sharing and serving each other.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST0DdLSP-XI/AAAAAAAABNQ/sUS0wg-Q71A/s1600-h/STA60040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST0DdLSP-XI/AAAAAAAABNQ/sUS0wg-Q71A/s400/STA60040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277378138128513394" border="0" /></a>We had lunch of Coconut rice, chicken in a wonderful sauce and beans. (also it contained a bit of sand, well more than a bit) I loved every mouthful. To be honest I would have eaten and loved anything served to me I felt so honoured and humbled by the Thamoole/Angoche people.<br /><br />After dinner we had our hands washed again. Then a few of us were shown shown around Vitor's house. a small Hut with a small kitchen, living room and a tiny bedroom. 8 people live in Vitors house...I left speechless again.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST0FqGQaG-I/AAAAAAAABNY/94FMsiYYtEw/s1600-h/DSCF2150.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST0FqGQaG-I/AAAAAAAABNY/94FMsiYYtEw/s400/DSCF2150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277380559140166626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Vitor is the leader of Tariki ya Haakkhi which is a group of 5 Churches where the dedications will be taking place. Well 4 dedications. Vitor is an amazing man, and a very good pastor. Whilst in his house I made his children some balloon swords....this seemed to go down very well.<br /></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-58423882182143932612009-01-08T17:08:00.000+00:002009-01-12T09:55:17.134+00:00Mozambique Mission Part 3 (A few Problems and what we did on some of the Rest Days, rest days indeed)<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">On the Mission we did have a few problems, most were concerning health and the heat, I had a migraine one day, that took me out of action. I sent out a txt to Mission Team Leader back at home and I was prayed for and it had lifted by the evening!!! A couple of others had upset tums and were taken out of action for the odd day but over all we all did very well. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The other problem we had was after the first dedication. We were all full of the joys of an amazing day, we arrived back at the men's house (there were a lot of us as about 6 or 7 extra people had arrived from The Organisation to join in the first dedication) We were visited by the Police and immigration. Obviously we all kept a low profile and let Missionary Man + J deal with this. There was a lot of talking at the front of the house, a couple of armed police kept their eye on everything, when I say armed, I mean armed to the teeth, Side Guns, AK47's and hand grenades!!!(a tiny bit over the top I think). Missionary Man and J would update us and say things like...well they want to check our passports and visa's, then, what the man from immigration really wants is a bribe!!! There was no way we would pay him a bribe so, things got a little worse. He wanted all passport numbers, names and visa numbers. J started to write these out for him then he said no, no, no I want everyone to come down to the Immigration Office with Passports.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So off we all walked or were frog-marched I'm not sure really.but it was all jolly interesting. There will have been 20+ people all standing in his office, the armed Police waiting over the road with an eye on us. And one by one we had our passports and visa's checked, well the team from the Mission Organisation couldn't have theirs checked as they didn't have them with them... and Missionary Man hadn't had his passport stamped at immigration, he had given in his passport along with Missionary Girl and Boys and they hadn't stamped his passport. This was a big problem or so the Immigration Officer said. Missionary Man would have to go back to Nampula and try and sort it out. J would stay with us and Missionary man and Missionary Boy along with the Mission Organisation team would go to Immigration in Nampula.<br /><br />Missionary Man's passport should have been stamped when he entered Mozambique, but they hadn't done this. This is a way of generating some money as they charge you $50 a day for not having it stamped!!! Well Missionary Man spent a very frustrating morning in Nampula, the Immigration man had caused himself a whole heap of problems!! when they got to Nampula and the Organisation team arrived with their passports all sorted with the right Visa's his boss was not well pleased and told him so. Mozambique are trying to encourage tourism and this was a real spanner in the works. Anyhoo Missionary Man couldn't get it sorted so J told him to come back and see what happens at the Airport. (Guess what? he left Mozambique without any problems at all, the Power of Prayer is amazing)<br /></div><br />We all felt a little deflated and attacked back at the Men's house. I made us all some Homemade Soup for out tea, a hearty soup with loads of fresh vegetables. After Tea I lead the devotions I felt it was a good thing to debrief about the day in full. I started off by reading from John and the washing of the Disciples feet. Then said how I been so affected by this service, the washing of our Hands, the food and how I felt we had helped lay a massive foundation stone for the Church in Angoche, and if we do that Satan would be really cheesed off and we should expect to be attacked and this really felt demonic. As a group we had a great discussion and a wonderful time of Prayer and reclaiming of the day for God.<br /><br />The day after the dedication was a rest day. I had a walk up to the shopping centre or Down Town Angoche ..... well this is an amazing thing. I think there are about 12 shops all selling virtually the same thing. I walked down to the town with Mr and Mrs Administrator he was buying some provisions for the team, cokes and other bits and bobs.<br /><br /></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST6n0lh2mRI/AAAAAAAABNo/U2U8KE4LEdE/s400/DSCF2268.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277840335193938194" border="0" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;">Mr & Mrs Administrator buying things in one of the shops in Down Town Angoche<br /><br /></div>I thought I would have a look at what was available....not a lot to be honest. As I have said Angoche is really a subsistence town so I guess there is no point stocking trinkets and nick-knacks that wouldn't sell in a month of Sundays. But there again in one shop window there was a clutch from a Morris Minor? I think there must be 30 cars in Angoche and not one of them is a Morris Minor.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST6n0RjP3qI/AAAAAAAABNg/rJ6ZX212XWY/s400/DSCF2272.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277840329831079586" border="0" />Rush Hour Down Town Angoche<br /></div><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST6n1OaGEAI/AAAAAAAABNw/xR1iaMLrp6k/s400/DSCF2273.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277840346167250946" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;">With Pipi in the shopping centre of Angoche</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So we had a few rest days, on one of these I went to the market with Missionary Girl, the market is a wonderfully colourful place full of colours, smells (some not so nice) people and dust. I went with Missionary Girl as she can speak Portuguese and would help me buy some Kapulana's (a wrap worn by ladies) I wanted some as gifts. Missionary Man asked us not to take any photo's of the market as it a Muslim area and it may cause some problems. So I don't have any photo's from there.<br /><br />In the Men's House we had a house man called Assani, Assani was Mr & Mrs Missionary Man's House Man. And as Mr Missionary Man said he is a golden find; he is honest and a very hard worker. He will look for work, he would do our washing, ironing, if the water was off he would walk to the Girls House and fetch water.... and he would cook a meal for us on the rest days. This is a photo of him cooking for us. He is an amazing cook<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST6-VgCbEdI/AAAAAAAABOA/7EE0W35VcRQ/s1600-h/DSCF2166.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST6-VgCbEdI/AAAAAAAABOA/7EE0W35VcRQ/s400/DSCF2166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277865089911427538" border="0" /></a>Assani Cooking us a wonderful meal<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Now when I am away on I usually keep my head shaved, it saves time and its so easy to keep tidy, well don't let Missionary Girl and Mrs G loose with your razor........<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST6-VZ0oPvI/AAAAAAAABN4/shl-jDN0-38/s1600-h/DSCF2158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST6-VZ0oPvI/AAAAAAAABN4/shl-jDN0-38/s400/DSCF2158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277865088242958066" border="0" /></a></div> </div> </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Men's unlike the Girls house only had Water for part of the day, also the Girls house had Air-con in the bedrooms...we didn't. I had a fan in my room that was louder than an aircraft taking off, which is more than Mr and Mrs Administrator had in their bedroom. A shower usually consisted of.... Standing in the bath next to a large container of water with a Jug, poor a jug of cold (well luke warm) over your head, this felt wonderful as by then I was boiling hot. Then washing yourself down, get another Jug of water and poor away. 1 shower completed, the toilet cistern needed to be filled the same way after use.<br /><br />More about Dedications and 8 weddings in my next posting.<br /></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-29209253878831493752009-01-07T09:23:00.000+00:002009-01-12T10:33:08.620+00:00Mozambique Mission Part 4 (8 weddings and a boat trip)<div style="text-align: justify;">The next dedication was just amazing. We had to be up very early 4 a.m!!!! and walk to the harbour beach to catch a Dow at 5 a.m to an Island called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Khelelene</span> (pron <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Keya</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">laynee</span>). The boat trip was 3 hours which I loved every second of. We sailed past Islands that could have been in Bounty adverts, I dipped my hand in the sea and it was as warm as a cool bath.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST-MW6hrbLI/AAAAAAAABOQ/mqeLlrzgpT8/s400/DSCF2194.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278091613597035698" border="0" /><div style="text-align: justify;">On some of the little islands there would be guys fishing with big nets catching everything they could, these nets would be so heavy when they were pulling them in it would make you wonder if they ever would pull them in.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST-MGVhXXiI/AAAAAAAABOI/lZiCnI8yi00/s400/DSCF2179.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278091328785702434" border="0" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When we arrived at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Khelelene</span> there was a shortish walk to a rest area a small gazebo like area they had built for us. we were then invited into the Church where one of the best things I have ever tasted was waiting for us. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST-OHjClviI/AAAAAAAABOY/IBxu1t240gw/s400/DSCF2201.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278093548617842210" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;">The Church on Khelelene</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fresh green Coconuts!!! I have had a coconut before, they are brown and sometimes they have a little milk inside... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">naaa</span>. Fresh green Coconuts taste nothing like that. The milk inside is clear and just has a hint of a coconut flavour to it, but they do taste slightly fizzy!!! and it is so refreshing!!! I have never tasted anything like it in my life. God knew what he was doing creating the Coconut. As Ray <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mears</span> the survivalist says...If I was ever marooned on an Island with Coconuts I could last forever. The tree gives you... Food, shelter and the best drink ever.</div><div><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST-OH4epkeI/AAAAAAAABOg/9ExQ6Xb05x0/s400/DSCF2205.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278093554372678114" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Cutting open our Coconuts for the best drink ever.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST-Q4CxrE3I/AAAAAAAABOw/yEww3lZ-TnY/s400/DSCF2207.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278096580793799538" border="0" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Enjoying God's Bounty!!!! without the chocolate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After a break and time to collect our thoughts we were taken on a small tour of the island and to the beach. We were followed by loads of Children who it seemed were mesmerised by us. They would hold our hands and keep looking at us smiling, it was just wonderful. When we got to the beach I was taken with how beautiful the Island was and how perfect it seemed, I said to Missionary Man that the island was Paradise, to which he replied, Yes if you don't have to live here. Which was very true. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST-Q4ge6tYI/AAAAAAAABO4/Z-7SHh5cMtw/s400/DSCF2221.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278096588768195970" border="0" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some of the Children who had followed us to the beach playing in the sand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST-U8F2GNxI/AAAAAAAABPQ/SkvziwHb9bc/s400/DSCF2226.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278101048383649554" border="0" />A fisherman showing us his catch</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST-Q42tQQiI/AAAAAAAABPA/1UTbiHABHlA/s400/DSCF2232.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278096594733908514" border="0" />Some of the fish caught drying in the sand, if only I could of bottled the smell!!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Again this island is a fishing Island and as we headed back to the Church we would come across area's of fish drying in the sun, you could smell them way before you ever saw them!!! We walked back by what must be the High Street!!! half a dozen or so houses with produce outside for sale Mango's, Rice, this root that is mashed up into a porridge that has no taste or nutrients but fills you up, clothes and this shop that even had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Haribo</span>!!! Julia you could live here!!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST-U8TSdyLI/AAAAAAAABPY/xpqv53m3lak/s400/DSCF2233.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278101051992295602" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"> A General Store that even had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Haribo</span>!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As we were walking back to the Church we passed a slightly larger hut that even had a satellite dish next to it, it was a cinema and had a couple of posters up advertising films!! both were the violent types like Fight Club!!! Just before the Church we walked past a small hut and the little boy who was holding Mr Administrator's hand mimed getting drunk and said no and pointed to the Church!!! Then he mimed smoking a Joint and did the same...obviously what goes on that little hut come pub...but at least this little chap of about 8 new it's wrong to get drunk and high.... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The service was again just amazing and it left me emotional and totally drained, it is just amazing that during most of the services I didn't really understand the words but I knew what was being said. I can see God working and feel that he is changing the lives of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Koti</span>. Whilst the service was going on a little girl sat near me and would inch her way closer, eventually she got close enough and got up the courage and touched my arm where I have a tattoo and rubbed it gently with her finger then looked at her finger to see if it had come off. I couldn't help but smile.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST-U8gFauDI/AAAAAAAABPg/-pq0wN4cUoI/s400/DSCF2239.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278101055427229746" border="0" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After the service and a wonderful meal, the same sort of meal we had before Chicken, Beans and Coconut Rice, we had 20 minutes to refresh ourselves before we headed back to the beach to catch our Dow back to the mainland. I looked up at a Coconut tree and there was this little boy maybe about 8 years old, standing happy as anything a good 20 feet up at the top. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Dow trip back was a little more exciting the wind had got up a little bit and this made the boat rock a little. I thought this wonderful, a few of the team didn't really like it, which is understandable. As we got closer to the beach the boat needed to cross the waves and of course this made the boat rock a lot....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Yay</span> I thought, it's like a fair ground ride. I don't think everyone agreed with me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next big thing we did was head inland early one morning to attend a wedding, this wasn't a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Koti</span> wedding but a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Macau</span> Wedding, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Macau</span> in an area a little further inland. It was a wonderful honour to be invited to a wedding and I was very excited to attend. It took quite a while to arrive at the wedding because the truck we had borrowed belonged to the shop we had earlier purchased the cokes from and changed our Dollars to the local currency at. Well, he wanted us to deliver some corrugated zinc roofing in exchange for the use of his truck. This involved a trip up a wonderful dirt track to a house nearly finished. We all thought <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ohh</span> a Church with no roof!!! I hope I have enough sunscreen on. Everyone got off the back of the truck the roofing was removed and everyone got back on and we headed back down this track. It was so funny, as no one knew what was happening.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the way back down this track I saw a Mongoose!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Yay</span> I saw some real African wildlife. It took probably another 30 or so minutes to arrive at the wedding, and an area had been saved for us at the front in the shade under a Cashew Nut tree, that was shedding cashew nuts, one landed on my head!!! and it hurt. There were a few sermons 5 I think and Missionary Man did 2 of them, the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">nd</span> one was due to a misunderstanding about a passage and he cleared up what was being said. (Paul and it's better not to marry, Missionary Man explained the context and all was OK) </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/ST-f4-uPzYI/AAAAAAAABPo/FYKqEdE8UMk/s400/DSCF0405.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278113089559973250" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;">Sitting under a Cashew Nut Tree (sorry I am yawning) (yes I am in Mrs EB's trousers)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We then went through 8 Marriage ceremonies!!! I know but it was just amazing and wonderful 8 couples wanting to stand up in front of a entire village and say we believe in Christ and want to marry and promise to stay faithful to each other and God. In these Muslim Villages and the culture of many wives and divorce, it is an amazing and brilliant thing. Though affection is not really shown, after the vows (supplied by our Church's previous Minister using the book of common Prayer, the; to have and hold, richer or poorer) The couple give each other a small piece of wedding cake and then some mango juice, wipe each other face and then kiss...well a peck on the cheek. Then it's a big cheer and you then give them a present, usually a small gift, and most people do give them a present, some sweets, a small amount of cash, fizzy pop, a head scarf etc. After the amazing weddings we went to the Church and were given a wonderful meal of Goat, beans and Coconut Rice and then someone came in with some wedding cake for us. It was possibly the best and longest wedding I have been too, unless of course I was at your wedding and then that was the best wedding.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next post the last two dedications.</div></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-201151636898563072009-01-06T11:33:00.000+00:002009-01-11T16:41:12.458+00:00Mozambique Mission Part 5 (2 Dedications and a Translation Office)<div style="text-align: justify;">The next dedication was in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Angoche</span> itself so didn't require a mega early start, though with it getting light at 3:30am we tended to wake early anyway. The area was called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Inguri</span> and again this was outside under a Cashew nut tree. The service was slightly different this time with some drama and a Choir singing for us. The one big difference this time we were next to a water pump well. I managed to move after a short while of sitting on the floor and sat on a small wall by the well and did end up missing a few bits due to the noise of buckets being filled.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEEH2y2LzI/AAAAAAAABQA/6EnuHj_7qaA/s1600-h/DSCF0462.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEEH2y2LzI/AAAAAAAABQA/6EnuHj_7qaA/s400/DSCF0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278504771269308210" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Choir of Ladies singing the Worship<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEEIHserQI/AAAAAAAABQI/zxFFlbhXnzM/s1600-h/DSCF0463.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEEIHserQI/AAAAAAAABQI/zxFFlbhXnzM/s400/DSCF0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278504775806004482" border="0" /></a><br />Missionary Man handing over <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kithaapu</span> to Jose<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEEHlM_DuI/AAAAAAAABP4/FRGfql3XVs4/s1600-h/DSCF0461.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEEHlM_DuI/AAAAAAAABP4/FRGfql3XVs4/s400/DSCF0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278504766547103458" border="0" /></a><br />Missionary Man playing a Video message from Missionary Lady to the Church at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Inguri</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUD7iEAcnxI/AAAAAAAABPw/sGLoJJwO82g/s1600-h/DSCF0465.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUD7iEAcnxI/AAAAAAAABPw/sGLoJJwO82g/s400/DSCF0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278495325887962898" border="0" /></a><br />Me sat at the well listening to either a sermon or a bucket being filled<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The following day was a free day and we did a few things one of them being a hospital visit, I decided not do that and had a slow start to the day along with Mr C and Cameraman. We arranged to meet the team at a certain time at the Church house building in Down Town <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Angoche</span>. Well that time came and went...I kept forgetting Africa time and Missionary Man was great at keeping Africa time ;-) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Anyhoo</span> we were meeting there as The Missionary Organisation are now using a room there as a translation Office and Missionary Man was taking some of his books there for the library, and he thought it would be good for us to see where it will all be happening from now on. Also whilst we were there Dr S joined us!!!!!!!!!!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Yay</span>.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEEIM4HItI/AAAAAAAABQQ/lbWt9Og1wUo/s1600-h/DSCF0471.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEEIM4HItI/AAAAAAAABQQ/lbWt9Og1wUo/s400/DSCF0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278504777196970706" border="0" /></a><br />With Jose taking in some books for the new Translation Office<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEQtQHa7bI/AAAAAAAABQY/pepZU7e3Eo4/s1600-h/DSCF0473.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEQtQHa7bI/AAAAAAAABQY/pepZU7e3Eo4/s400/DSCF0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278518607861181874" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sorting the Books for the Library<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEQt7VPUBI/AAAAAAAABQg/PyebLPl8KzQ/s1600-h/DSCF0475.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEQt7VPUBI/AAAAAAAABQg/PyebLPl8KzQ/s400/DSCF0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278518619461865490" border="0" /></a><br />Happy that Dr S has joined us.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The last dedication was again on an Island and involved and early morning boat ride this the team were split up as it would be on two smaller <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Dow's</span>. We headed off for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Nyaluki</span> at 6am I believe. There wasn't much wind and the tide was very low and our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Dow</span> did ground once or twice on very shallow sand banks. I spent quite a lot of this time with my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">IPod</span> on just reflect on what I had taken in so far. I was also preparing myself to share my testimony. I had spent time over the last few days rewriting what I wanted to say to fit into 5 minutes (including translation) <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">and</span> also to be relevant to the Church and the people there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUNJirxZI/AAAAAAAABQo/3FUUjc80ftQ/s1600-h/DSCF0481.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUNJirxZI/AAAAAAAABQo/3FUUjc80ftQ/s400/DSCF0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278522454387180946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The other Dow<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">So when we moored up at a beach...a quite smelly and muddy beach at that , and then we had a walk.....oh boy what a walk! it must have been a good couple of miles clear across the Island. I haven't really mentioned this before but now is a good time. These are Islands and they are very beautiful but they don't really have plumbing, the villages will have a well or two and that is about it. So trying to find a flushing toilet on the island would be like trying to find teeth on the feral chickens. What the Villagers tend to do is wait for the tide to be out, pop over to the mangroves do what needs to be done and let the tide flush it all away later.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So we had a very interesting and smelly walk through the low tide Mangroves to the first Village, then through that village across to the other side of the island to the other Village. It was so good to arrive there, I was so hot and shattered, walking in the heat and humidity was so exhausting. We were shown into the Church. Most of the Village and a lot of other people were gathering under the temporary gazebo Church not far away. When we got into the Church we were greeted with a wonderful Green Coconut each...I don't think I have ever wanted anything so much as the man with the machete opened my Coconut, it was amazing and so refreshing. We waited in the Church for about 20 minutes or so and then we were called over to the Church.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUNRpGJ4I/AAAAAAAABQ4/K7-nM1u3bfI/s1600-h/DSCF0486.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUNRpGJ4I/AAAAAAAABQ4/K7-nM1u3bfI/s400/DSCF0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278522456561559426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Church at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Nyaluki</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The service followed the usual format for the services of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Tarikki</span> ya <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Hakki</span> so we were introduced and then others were introduced. People had come far and wide and some will have travelled for a maybe even a few days!!! It is so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">humbling</span> to think that people wanted and needed to come to all of these dedication services. We then had a time of Worship, listening and worshipping I was getting used to some of the songs and I was joining in, I really hope that wasn't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">videoed</span> ......<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">After a short time I was asked to give my testimony, I think this was one of the scariest and most amazing things. I would say a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">sentence</span> or two, this would be translated into Portuguese and then into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Koti</span>. I believe that it went well and will have spoken to at least one person. After I had spoken Mrs Administrator and Dr S both spoke and both were wonderful. We then had four Sermons, and prayer. Then we asked if the Church would pray for us on our journey home. The Church did this and it was mind blowing, one of the team described it as a Typhoon of prayer swirling around us.... It did make my eyes leak again. But what else would expect from me?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUNrgFFnI/AAAAAAAABRA/iHcUcrMbE2g/s1600-h/DSCF0493.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUNrgFFnI/AAAAAAAABRA/iHcUcrMbE2g/s400/DSCF0493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278522463503062642" border="0" /></a>Jose bringing one of the Sermons<br /></div></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUiDGiWAI/AAAAAAAABRI/mUNj_mesUNE/s1600-h/DSCF0499.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUiDGiWAI/AAAAAAAABRI/mUNj_mesUNE/s400/DSCF0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278522813435762690" border="0" /></a><br />3 leaders from one of the Churches with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">their</span> new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Kithaarpu's</span>!!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">After the service we then went into the Church for dinner, this one was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">different</span>!!! Coconut Rice, Beans and Prawns and it was a magnificent meal. Again this was started off with the washing of hands. It is such a simple act but probably spoke to me the most.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUNWgBDhI/AAAAAAAABQw/h-2LaenkF6s/s1600-h/DSCF0485.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUNWgBDhI/AAAAAAAABQw/h-2LaenkF6s/s400/DSCF0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278522457865653778" border="0" /></a>Leaving the Church our Fan Club<br /></div></div><br />After the meal we headed back to the boats, they had been able to move around the island as the tide had come up. This meant we didn't need to walk for miles, just a few hundred yards, as you can see from the photo it was still very muddy. I think I still have mud under my toe nails!!!!!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUiuXrTPI/AAAAAAAABRQ/OCBodFUB4Dk/s1600-h/DSCF0502.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUEUiuXrTPI/AAAAAAAABRQ/OCBodFUB4Dk/s400/DSCF0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278522825050377458" border="0" /></a>Getting on the boats on a very muddy beach<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">And that was all of our Dedication Services all over and done with, I think the impact of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Kithaapu</span> will not be known for several years. I feel very privileged to have been a very small part of the dedication services and being able to see what Missionary Man and Missionary lady and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">their</span> family have been involved in for the past twelve years.<br /><br />My Next blog will be a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">surmise</span> of some my thoughts and what I think I will have taken away from the Mission Trip.<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-72774038152299381632009-01-05T11:25:00.001+00:002009-02-23T18:50:14.728+00:00Mozambique Mission part 6<div style="text-align: justify;">This is by far the hardest post of the Mission Trip posts, my thoughts and musings about what I have learnt and taken away from the trip. Angoche is a poor town, I don't mean I can't afford those new Nike trainers poor, I mean hand to mouth poor, so poor that people sometimes cannot afford to eat. Angoche is a town that was once a really splendid town and a town that was once very rich before the Portuguese left and before war. But now it's a tired town, but it is also a beautiful town and a safe town. A town were Children can run around bare foot and play all day long. There are hardly any cars a few motor bikes and lots of pushbikes. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There is a gentleness about Angoche that you would never see here in England, it will take years for that horrid must buy, buy, buy, must have consumerism to catch up, if it ever does. I guess to have that they would need money, and in a way I hope they don't get it, as I like seeing kids playing in the streets being children, though I do wish they were at school at least some of the time. I am not saying the people of Angoche are happy, they are not, but there is a peace from not having to fight to get the latest Wii or PS3 for the kids or the latest BMW or Prada handbag. I saw a little boy playing with a flattened drinks carton with 4 big seeds in each corner pulling it on a string. It was a crude car, he was quite contented. It brought a tear to my eye, not for him, but for me.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I think being there and sharing with the Churches in Angoche spending time with a wonderful team of friends from my Church has shown me that I need to listen to God more. Being in a church and not understanding I spent time listening, I heard God talking through things; seeing someone get a book of God in their own language and hugging it. Having someone serve you by poring a jug of water over a bowl and washing your hands is just so powerful, as Jesus washed the feet of the disciples, these men washed our hands. Catching a Dow a basic wooden boat that hasn't changed in thousands of years and was probably similar to the boat that Simon Peter fished from, the sort of boat that Jesus walked out too. These things spoke to me in a way I have never had before. I was left unable to control my emotions on a few occasions but I didn't really care, I know God was working on me. I don't know yet what he was saying, I need to wait upon God and listen.....see I am learning.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I was part of a team an amazing team, we all bought along our own strengths and weaknesses and it isn't for me to point any of these out about the team. I will say that Mr & Mrs Teamleader did an amazing job, I think a large part of the success of the mission was due to them. and the way they served the team. I enjoyed my time with each member of the team our chats, our evening Devotion's, each night lead by a different member of the team, and each night was just fantastic. I believe I have grown as a person on this trip with the help of this amazing group of people.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One day on the Mission, it was Missionary Man's birthday and to celebrate this an evening meal out was organised, Missionary Girl did this at a restaurant, she pre-ordered the food and it was an amazing buffet of chicken, fish, king prawns, chips!! and Coconut rice. I was blown away by that evening, the food was excellent and it was just a wonderful night, one that I will remember for many years.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUFxNMyPYzI/AAAAAAAABRY/LM0jaHO7QbE/s1600-h/DSCF2302.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUFxNMyPYzI/AAAAAAAABRY/LM0jaHO7QbE/s400/DSCF2302.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278624709839119154" border="0" /></a>I am trying to think of all of the emotions I felt during my time there. I had so many things going on in my head I at times I found it hard to cope. I saw things I didn't want to see and felt things I didn't want to feel. Seeing young children with rickets in ripped clothes and hungry it hurts, it cuts really deep, I wanted to hold the child, make everything better for him, but that wasn't why I was there and if I tried, it would cause so many problems. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As Missionary Man said it was all about how we were perceived, so we couldn't go out to one of the small bars and have a quiet ice cold beer. We were a large group of white people, and that caused us to be a crowd puller, we had people outside our house watching us most of the time, I really didn't like that, I felt like I was a goldfish in a bowl and as Missionary Man said whatever we did would be common news around the town within a very short time. So if I went for a beer it would be perceived that we were all drunks, people go to bars to get drunk....that is the perception. So whenever we were on show, which was anytime we were outside of the houses, we had to be on our best behaviour, and as anyone who knows me that isn't always my best trait....but I managed. Though I have to say when it was so hot and so humid a ice cold beer would have been very welcome on more than one occasion. So helping one child would have meant helping every child.... and that wasn't possible, so I would pray for them, it was all I could do at that time.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In our house as I mentioned in an earlier post we had Assani, he was amazing. We would go out, leave our dirty clothes in the bathroom on our return they would be washed, ironed and waiting for us. He would cook us a meal on our off days. He wouldn't use the stove, oh no. Assani would cook via a charcoal burner, and boy could he cook, it always tasted amazing. Assani will be working for a couple who have come from The Mission Centre for a year to help with discipleship, he will be looking after them and will be earning a wage. I know they will be so happy with Assani he really is an amazing guy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />One thing I will never forget are the smells!!! when you live a subsistence existence you can be forgiven for not buying deodorant and I guess if you are really busy you may not wash your clothes. Body Oder is a big thing there or I guess it isn't a big thing, but you can certainly smell people coming.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It wasn't all hard work, we had some great times just being friends and enjoying each others company, one of my favourite times was when we went to the beach, white talcum power beaches with warm Indian Ocean Seas it was just wonderful and relaxing and some great fun swimming and just walking along the sands and letting the mind wander.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUI8MkYFVLI/AAAAAAAABRg/wkcLR7j-vvE/s400/DSCF2362.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278847899852428466" border="0" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One thing about being in Angoche is I don't think I have ever had such dirty feet in my life and I am sure I still have mud and dirt under my toenails, I don't think I have ever had a shower got dressed and needed a shower again so quickly. I also have never felt so hot and so laid back about so many things either. I am guessing as the weeks move on I will feel different and then as weeks turn into months a lot of this will change and I guess I will go back to normal? I want to keep some of this "special feeling" that is one of the reasons for these blogs. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As long time readers of my blog will know I blogged most days after <a href="http://thebloggie.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html">Matt and Chris's accident</a>, this helped me to deal with everything, the feelings, the anger, the grief. So I am hoping in the future I can look back at these blogs and remember how I felt, remember those amazing things I did, the boat rides, the services, the people I met, the food I ate and most of all how God made me feel. I had some amazing times on this Mission, my last post on the trip will be about the last few days of our trip back to The Mission Centre and Johannesburg. In this post I am trying to reflect on the time I spent in Angoche. One thought I did have was, I wonder if this is the pace of life in Britain a few years ago, before the rat race. Though I doubt even Britain was that slow, everything is at a slow pace for a reason, it's so hot you can't do it any quicker.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will finish this off by saying; Seeing God working through what Missionary Man and Lady have done has been one of the most amazing times of my life. I have a million memories and it is going to take a lot of time to actually sort through everything, so I guess there maybe another post or two about my feelings and how this mission has affected me, who knows? I would like to thank everyone who made it possible for me to go on the mission, those that prayed for me and those that bought the CD and those that gave so generously of time, talent and money, thank you from the bottom of my heart.<br /></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-56269160107375690082009-01-04T11:19:00.000+00:002009-01-15T17:28:30.778+00:00Mozambique Mission Part 7 (Nampula and Johannesburg & Soweto)<div style="text-align: justify;">We arrived back at the Missionary Organisation Campus in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nampula</span> late afternoon, it was wonderful to be back, I was again in the man's house and we had running water and a flushing loo !!!..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yay</span>. Though a slight problem we had was; that the shower was either on boiling hot or cold, there was no happy medium, but having a shower that actually works was just so nice. It was American Independence Day and the guys at the Organisation had made us an amazing meal of BBQ chicken, rice and coleslaw, a couple of amazing desserts and bottles of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Fanta</span> and Coke. It was just a wonderful meal and a great time of fun and laughter. Back at the men's house, Mr C, Dr S, Mr & Mrs Teamleader and myself had an evening of reading and laughter... it was one of those nights, Dr S started to laugh and no one could then stop laughing, an evening that will last in my memory for a long time. J had made a visa for each of us, taking the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">micky</span> out of the Mozambique Immigration Office... I didn't pack my copy just in case it caused problems later... like at Mozambique Immigration whilst trying to leave Mozambique..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lol</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUfRwcXuznI/AAAAAAAABRw/4I6aYZOtrH4/s400/DSCF2477.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280419718294851186" border="0" /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUfRwhGB1XI/AAAAAAAABR4/na1PBTkcsWk/s400/DSCF2478.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280419719562777970" border="0" /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUfRwwdYxcI/AAAAAAAABSA/VsSMg-w5Dz0/s400/DSCF2479.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280419723687282114" border="0" /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUfRwAw0-4I/AAAAAAAABRo/4uzDIsFTFMQ/s400/DSCF2476.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280419710883920770" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In Johannesburg R & R met us and it was like seeing old friends, and I guess they are now. They took us home and we had a wonderful tea, it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Piri</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Piri</span> Chicken from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Nandos</span> !!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">yay</span>!!!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">woop</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">woop</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">woop</span>. It was wonderful, absolutely fantastic...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Mmmmm</span> it was a feast for any ones eyes. The four of us guys Mr C, Dr S, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Camerman</span> and I were stopping in a guesthouse as were the girls and Mr and Mrs <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Teamleader</span> but they were in a different one. I got into my room, a power shower, a flushing loo, and a TV plus a huge double bed with fluffy pillows.... It is amazing, I never missed any of that stuff, but once you have it again it is so nice. I showered and then spent 20 minutes getting rid of 3 huge flying beetles out of my room, then got into bed to find I had disturbed yet anther one!!! got him out of my room and watched 5 minutes of TV to find it loud and annoying and I hadn't missed that at all. I Turned over to find my alarm beeping to tell me it was breakfast time!!! I then had a call from Mr R to say he would be collecting us in 30 minutes!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">eeeek</span>, I rushed to the breakfast room to get some wonderful bacon and eggs...told <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">camerman</span> he would need to be packed up in 25 minutes...he left toot-sweet to pack. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">LOL</span> he always made me laugh, he always took so long to do things.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Anyhoo</span> we all jumped in Mr R's car and were taken to the lady's guest house to get on the mini-coach for our tour. This tour was totally mind blowing, we had a history of South Africa and Johannesburg and the Gold Mines, we went to Soweto and the Apartheid Museum... I will never understand racism? the colour of someones skin makes people different, how? Robert Mugabe needs to learn this, he is so anti white it is evil.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUfWlh7OYMI/AAAAAAAABSQ/jTvZLZJisr4/s400/DSCF2542.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280425028365476034" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;">There must over 600 bricks each one marks someone who died in the anti-apartheid struggle at the Hector <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Pieterson</span> Museum<span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div></div></div>There are a million things wrong with South Africa, but it is really trying to sort things out. The biggest problem I can see is the problem between the haves and have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">not's</span>, this means anyone with anything has to protect it by guns and barbed wire fences...not nice. This also makes it the most violent country in the World, Johannesburg is the car jacking and murder capitol of the world... I have to say we were all OK and didn't see anything happen.<br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUfWk1X90VI/AAAAAAAABSI/j93JK0Vf1BE/s400/DSCF2550.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280425016406430034" border="0" /><br />We visited two museum's the first was the <a href="http://www.joburg.org.za/component/option,com_wrapper/Itemid,143/">Hector <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Pieterson</span> Museum</a>, Hector was young boy 13 years old when he was shot in 1976 by the police and was one of the catalysts for the end of Apartheid, a martyr so to speak. Even though it would be another 28 years for this to happen.<br /><br /><br />We then went to lunch, at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Wandies</span> restaurant it's supposed to be really famous and is in Soweto, Richard <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Branson</span> has eaten there and loads of other people... oh well, food was OK, but nothing to write home about.<br /><br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUfgHsSRPCI/AAAAAAAABSY/Sjt7BmyGSqs/s400/DSCF2535.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280435510866689058" border="0" />After that we went past Bishop Desmond Tutu's house, couldn't see it as it has high walls and razor wire around it...like any other house in Johannesburg. So we saw a white wall really ho <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">humm</span>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a href="http://www.apartheidmuseum.org/">The Apartheid Museum</a> was a museum everyone should see once in their lives really, it shows what man can be like if he lets evil take over his life. Hitler did and look what happened, well this happened in my lifetime in South Africa. I fear it will keep happening in one form or another....Zimbabwe, lots of Eastern European Countries, India, Thailand various South American countries, will we never learn? God made man and woman in his image, black, white, red....what ever colour or sex we are, we are equal in Gods eyes and that is good enough me.<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUfp-9udeKI/AAAAAAAABSg/V9wOurA9O9E/s400/Bill+of+rights.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446356045789346" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;">The South African Bill of Rights</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:arial;font-size:13;" ><em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; text-decoration: inherit;"></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUfp_QJJPyI/AAAAAAAABSo/7i03kcrOrvs/s400/Mandella.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446360989548322" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Poster of Nelson Mandela outside The Apartheid Museum<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SUfp_y9vWvI/AAAAAAAABSw/MAcsTcrzdMs/s400/R%26R.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280446370336955122" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The wonderful Mr & Mrs R </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After a wonderful day in Johannesburg we went back to Mrs & Mrs R's for tea, melon and a wash and brush up. Mr and Mrs R are the masters of hospitality and I love them to bits. I could never thank them enough for their warm and genuine welcome and opening up their home to all of us. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well that is about it really, my Mission Trip to Mozambique, 16 days at times it was hard emotionally and hard on the body, but I have fallen in love with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Angoche</span>, it is so beautiful and genuine. I have met some amazing people, spent time with a wonderful team of people, Most of all I have learnt a little about what 4 brave and diligent people have done over 12 years, I am so proud and in total awe of them all. I think I have learnt so much and I think I will be spending the next few months mulling over everything I have seen and been a part of.</div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-17614458386462771052009-01-03T12:00:00.000+00:002009-09-26T18:45:16.922+01:00A little reflection<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">It is freezing cold and I guess we are at the hight of winter here in sunny Sutton Coldfield.... I was thinking about Mozambique this morning, it is a Parade Service at Church and I decided to stay at home this morning. I thought I could catch up on some reading of the News and do little surfing and maybe even blog a little. I am still quite confused over what I saw, felt and did on the mission trip to Mozambique. I am looking to the future and what I will do next and would really appreciate your prayers, thank you.<br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">So this morning I went through a few photo's from my Mozambique folder, I really need to play in Photoshop and resize and edit them.... one day ...lol<br /></div><br />So I thought I would share a few with you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWDU4VSPYI/AAAAAAAABXI/xUqfnEOL420/s1600-h/boatview.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297784931413540226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWDU4VSPYI/AAAAAAAABXI/xUqfnEOL420/s400/boatview.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">One of the many Islands off Angoche. Each island looks like it could be from a Bounty advert or a Pirate film or from Robinson Crusoe.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWDUwFAyAI/AAAAAAAABXQ/ItlHXjpxsnY/s1600-h/Island+Life.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297784929197803522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWDUwFAyAI/AAAAAAAABXQ/ItlHXjpxsnY/s400/Island+Life.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Once on the islands the beauty is just breath taking and the lifestyle simple yet very hard work as it is subsistence living.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWDVHEdz6I/AAAAAAAABXY/BYBUvuwoBd0/s1600-h/Mangrove.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297784935369527202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWDVHEdz6I/AAAAAAAABXY/BYBUvuwoBd0/s400/Mangrove.jpg" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">The mangroves make up a large part of the islands and coastal areas and are really beautiful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWDVFevlgI/AAAAAAAABXg/o8eSr8kU3uc/s1600-h/Townview.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297784934942873090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWDVFevlgI/AAAAAAAABXg/o8eSr8kU3uc/s400/Townview.jpg" /></a>The main down town area of Angoche is a wonderful place full of life and chatter, though what we in a large town or city call busy and Angoche call busy are two different things.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWDVG3ZZiI/AAAAAAAABXo/fQzv6FKpD44/s1600-h/Geko2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297784935314712098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWDVG3ZZiI/AAAAAAAABXo/fQzv6FKpD44/s400/Geko2.jpg" /></a><br />My favourite of Gods reptiles are the lizard family and I especially love the Gecko they play a really important part of the war against Malaria by being nocturnal and eating mosquitoes by the thousand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWGIJX9PLI/AAAAAAAABXw/m8RPPyvPeTo/s1600-h/WallGeko.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297788011184733362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SYWGIJX9PLI/AAAAAAAABXw/m8RPPyvPeTo/s400/WallGeko.jpg" /></a><br />The Gecko doesn't have eyelids!!! they will wash their eyes clean by licking the eyeball with their amazingly long tongue. All bedrooms within an area that suffers from Mosquitoes should have at least 1 big Gecko in it. Though I know at least one girl who would not agree with me. </div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-9410963123468788892008-12-01T20:08:00.000+00:002009-01-15T17:26:51.858+00:00South Africa, Mozambique and Woooooooooooooooooow<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STRFHYpuViI/AAAAAAAAA14/m0RorwvEik4/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STRFHYpuViI/AAAAAAAAA14/m0RorwvEik4/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274917056736548386" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STRFHYpuViI/AAAAAAAAA14/m0RorwvEik4/s1600-h/2.jpg"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">A Mozambique Sunset</span></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will do a full posing about my Mission Trip to Mozambique. This is just a short update to say I am now back and so tired. I have seen things that have changed me, I have been to maybe one of the most beautiful places in the World, I have eaten more sand than a man should ever eat, and been made food by people who really know how to share food.<br />We were shown amazing hospitality in Johannesburg that made us all feel so special and loved, we were shown Soweto and the Apartheid museum.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STRHcjMBLJI/AAAAAAAAA2A/r6M3WfcBago/s1600-h/DSCF2097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/STRHcjMBLJI/AAAAAAAAA2A/r6M3WfcBago/s400/DSCF2097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274919619365252242" border="0" /></a><br />As I have said I will do a full Blog once I have my head a little more sorted, my brain is in overload and I am slowly sifting through things and will update my diary then this blog.<br /></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-79545815652552579812008-11-12T19:52:00.000+00:002009-01-10T15:40:06.299+00:00Speechless<div style="text-align: justify;">Some days I am left speechless, words completely fail me.<br /><br />I had a days work at Cube (the production house that give me the cover work when their Producer is away) and had a wonderful day. Anyhoo I arrived home an envelope was waiting for me with an amount of cash in it for me to go towards Mozambique. I was moved to tears and left speechless; during the time since I decided to go on the mission, I have been so touch by people who have been so generous, with time, talent, Prayer and financially.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">There is absolutely no way I could of ever have afforded to go on the Mission, I did feel I should go and after seeing Mission Team Leader and Prayer I filled out the forms. I went to the interview and felt it was right to go and through peoples generosity I am able to go. I cannot thank everyone who has helped with me to go enough. I give my thanks God for such wonderful, loving and caring friends.<br /></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-58016803985030424612008-11-10T18:10:00.000+00:002009-01-11T17:04:30.921+00:00<div style="text-align: justify;">I have been a little busy over the past week or so, I have been doing a little production for Cube, a production house I do holiday cover for. This has been wonderful, I love working there as everyone who works there are just so nice.<br /><br />I have been shopping for bits and bobs for Mozambique this is time consuming but quite enjoyable, I also went into Brum today to have my IPod looked at...the LCD is is staring to go....unfortunately it is just out of warranty so I must put up with it, I am sure it will last for a few more months yet.<br /><br />I need to get some Dollars...not the best time to be buying Dollars...bugger!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mozambique-emb.es/devel5/files/u2/nampula_playa_chocas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 329px;" src="http://mozambique-emb.es/devel5/files/u2/nampula_playa_chocas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Church yesterday was great as a team we were commissioned to go out to Mozambique and that was really special, I was also prayed for by a wonderful lady called Janice, who has spent the most of the last 20+ years in Sudan working for God. The last few weeks have been am emotional roller-coaster, though I do sort of expect that as I am a nervous fligher and I am also not great with new things...an old dog and new tricks spring to mind....<br /><br />This may well be my last blog until I return.<br /></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-66857025792501036132008-11-03T09:21:00.000+00:002009-01-11T16:58:20.100+00:00A weekly update....<div style="text-align: justify;">Crikey how time speeds by..... Last week I was in Bournemouth doing the I.T. and tech stuff for a conference with Dave Pope it was an interesting time and I did enjoy it, though there were points that I thought I would not enjoy....but I was proved wrong.<br />I have spent the week also mulling things over, I can't seem to find a job...I keep looking, I email, I write, I phone....nothing! So what next? I am praying for guidance.<br />In roughly 11 days I fly out to South Africa and the first leg of a mission trip, that I find quite scary it has come around quickly. I am starting to excited about visiting somewhere new, somewhere I don't know or understand the culture, somewhere completely out of my comfort zone. I am sure God will use to open my eyes and change me.<br />That is about it really, I am quite busy up to going away so my weekly Blog...when did it become a weekly blog? I have blogged upto 3 times a day in the past, then most days now sadly it has become a weekly blog. I guess Blogs are to be used as when.... If anything happens that warrents a Blog I will blog......<br /></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-77962176640452089372008-10-13T09:38:00.000+01:002009-01-10T15:40:06.461+00:00Music for a Mission UPDATE<div style="text-align: justify;">I haven't blogged much as I haven't had much to Blog about. Things are little slow I am still looking for a job, I spent a day with Mrs EB's brother and we remixed his live album that was recorded about 14 months ago. It had been mixed and sounded OK, but it needed a few tweeks for myself to be really happy, and Mrs EB's brother felt the same. Its a Blues album and sounds wonderful and has some great guitar and harmonica playing on it.<br /><br />Well that leads me on to "Music for a Mission".... what can I say?, I thought I would be really struggling to raise the money needed for the Mozambique Mission, but after this weekends sales I have raised the money!!!!! Praise the Lord. I will still be selling the album after the services at Church and the funds will be going to the Mission trip fund to help others raising funds. I am so amazed by the sales and the generous people who have paid quite often over the odds for the album.<br /><br />The feed back from the album has been really encourging as well, people who bought the CD have quite often come back to me and said some really great things, one lady at Church last night said "I will have one of those I heard it at a friends in the week..it is wonderful"<br /><br />And that is about for now.<br /></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-32274336364899227782008-09-17T11:21:00.000+01:002009-01-10T15:40:06.488+00:00Music for a Mission<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SNDglWebDOI/AAAAAAAAA1w/BMt28Hk-Hmk/s1600-h/Music+for+a+Mission.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr_iZI7ZYeQ/SNDglWebDOI/AAAAAAAAA1w/BMt28Hk-Hmk/s400/Music+for+a+Mission.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246940498179591394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> <p class="MsoNormal">Well <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Music for a Mission"</span> is completed, the artwork is back and the CD's look great, well they sound great too...<br /><br />The idea for the CD came about as a way to try and raise the money needed to go to Mozambique with my Church in November of this year. I don't have the money to go, but I believe that I should go and after a chat with Mission Team Leader, I asked some special friends and my beautiful wife if they would help me. All of my friends are only too happy to get rid of me for a few weeks and said yes. After a little planning we recorded Piano. Drums and guide vocals at Sutton Baptist Church one evening in July, then Skip came round during a few days of August and laid down the bass and lead guitar. Over the next few weeks, Skip Amy and Mrs EB recorded most of the main vocals, Gaynor came round and recorded her lead vocal. A Friday evening was set aside and a few friends came by and sang the choir parts. Amythen came round and sung her song beautifully and also played Flute and recorder. I then spent a few days mixing, remixing running down to the car listening to the mixes, then tweaking.<br /><br />I then spent time in Photoshop doing the artwork, asking Mrs EB to spell check then tweaks then respell check. The result is <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Music for a Mission"</span> a 9 track album of Contemporary Christian worship music and a bonus track written By Mrs EB and Timelord called "Praise You Again" I am asking for a minimum £10 donation plus P&P all Monies will go to my Mission fund and remaining Monies will go to my Church's Mission Fund to support our mission partners or for future missions.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Track Listings</span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Happy Day<br />On Holy Ground<br />These are the Days of Elijah<br />Never Let Go<br />Your Love has Lifted Me<br />You Give Rest to the Weary<br /><o:p></o:p>Be Thou My Vision<br />There is a Hight Throne</p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Bonus track</p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Praise You Again</span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-71103714864547075102008-09-02T19:40:00.000+01:002009-01-10T15:40:06.499+00:00Blown Away<div style="text-align: justify;">Every now and then I get moved and this evening I was moved to tears. I belong to a Church where God is moving and working miracles within the Youth. I am so proud of these guys and the way they are going for it. Well this evening two of the young Ladies asked me to watch a video they had produced....<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=36592424800">Facebook Video</a> I don't know if you can see this if you are not a friend of these guys on Facebook though.<br />Please watch it and enjoy.</div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-4256243720630015132008-08-04T10:16:00.000+01:002009-01-10T15:40:06.622+00:00A good weekend<div style="text-align: justify;">I had a good weekend all the more so as Mrs EB had returned from her camping trip with GB. Mrs EB had a very husky voice due to her losing her voice on camp.... I am just really pleased she is home safe and sound. Saturday evening we went to Simla for a curry, it was a welcome home meal and I told the guys at Simla that I was checking up on the food for Tuesday when 16 of us go for my Birthday Balti...Mmmmmmmmmm tasty.<br /><br />I was on sound again this weekend at Church and I also did the sound at a very quiet wedding on Friday, about 20 people and the Bride and Groom, they had been on Alpha and wanted to marry. It was a very special wedding.<br /><br />Team Leader did his final sermon on Hebrews...and of course it was amazing, we really are a very blessed Church to have such an amazingly humble and fantastic teacher. Team leader told me a very funny joke on Sunday.<br /><br />Patient: Doctor, I think I'm a moth!<br />Doctor: (looking at his notes) You are not my patient your Doctor is next door<br />Patient: I know but your light was on.<br /><br />Made me chuckle.<br /><br />After church the usual suspects went to the Jockey, well the usual minus a few on holiday and those heading to Cornwall. It was a nice crowd last night and we had a good chat and laugh. Later today I am off for another Jab to allow me to travells to Mozambique and later this week my good friend Skip will be coming round to hopefully do some more guitar and bass on the album. I really need to start the vocals and think about artwork and stuff. I am also going to pop up to the mission we are doing on Falcon Lodge and do some balloon stuff....<br /><br />All in all good fun.</div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-36162667894521672952008-07-30T09:31:00.000+01:002009-01-10T15:40:06.634+00:00Wednesday<div style="text-align: justify;">I have had a trip out to the MASTA Clinic!!!! the what? well if you intend to visit places that don't have the same diseases as us you need to visit there for a Cholera injection as my GP clinic doesn't do that one? well if only it were that easy!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Monday I called to make an appointment, the message said leave your name and number someone will call you back, I believed this statement of fact and did just that. I phoned at 10am and by 6pm no one had called me back? So yesterday I went to Handsworth Wood and visited the centre to ask for an appointment I have one for next week. Joy of joys....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I have a friend...well I like to think I have a few friends, but one friend who emigrated to Beijing a couple of years ago, we worked together at GWR Creative in Nottingham knocking out adverts by the dozen every day. Well my friend <a href="http://chinaradarhog.blogspot.com/">Richard has started a blog!!!!</a> only a few years behind everyone else...but he was always like that (a little slow) It is good to welcome Richard to the blogosphere. I hope you enjoy Richard's slant on life, which seems to be a hankering for American food? I think I would want a good old English Roast or British Balti, each to his or her own huh?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Lastly, I have heard off Mrs EB from the Girls Brigade Camp that she has laryngitis via a text as she couldn't phone.. what luck huh, she never has that here!!!! I knew I could never be that lucky.<br /></div></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-12906475436648733562008-07-21T12:50:00.000+01:002009-01-10T15:40:06.679+00:00An Update ....<p class="MsoNormal">I have not been feeling good again? I am not sure what it is...it might be my medications or a virus or something? I am feeling very rough with a stomach that is doing untold things, a migraine that won’t lift and ..........<br /><br />Anyhoo Mrs EB is off GB camp this Saturday!!! It is her first time with GB and I am sure she will have fun camping. <span style=""> </span>I have a week alone I wonder what I will do about food...any Ideas? (bet it will involve Curry)<br /><br />Thanks to Amy, Pete and Mrs EB I have started work on the Worship Album that I hoping to release in September to help raise the Money to go to Mozambique. My good friend Skip is now back from his guitar playing in Keswick so I am hoping he can pop round and start work on the guitar and bass.<br /><br />I then need to organise an evening or Saturday for my friends to come round and sing!!!! that will be great fun and I know will sound great. <o:p></o:p></p>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075256515600566070.post-8140204935654708952008-07-08T13:12:00.000+01:002009-01-10T15:40:06.704+00:00A Mission.......Mozambigue<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_y89u3QLh-M4/RtvkIZytfWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/IKFidITzMpI/IMG_3306.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_y89u3QLh-M4/RtvkIZytfWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/IKFidITzMpI/IMG_3306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />My Church is sending a team out to Mozambique for two weeks at end of November and I have been accepted on to the team. This is so exciting and also very challenging, firstly health wise I have to get the all clear from my Dr, and financially I have to raise £1500.00 or there abouts.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />This is making me a little nervous, it is a lot of money especially when you are unemployed....I have a plan to make a Worship album...don't worry I wont be singing or playing on it. I have some amazingly talented friends who hopefully will do that for me. I actually have 5 tracks virtually ready!!! last year we made an Album for Mullins Burger to help finance a 2nd year at Nexus but that wasn't to be, so it was mothballed and 4 of the tracks off there are ideal. I have also recorded another track with my great friend Skip and that is nearly finished..it just needs some harmonies and recorder... so the album is half finished.<br /><br />So I have an idea for raising some of the money.... Mrs FLN thinks I should auction off a day on The Robber Button ..... who knows? I do know that if it is right for me to go that God will provide the money for the mission trip.<br /></div>D Baynhamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15540659830488516098noreply@blogger.com1