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Monday, April 9, 2012

Jesus Worldwide: Swaziland


From Katie: I met Greg my first week at work when he walked into his office and I was sitting behind his desk. This week he’s taking us to Swaziland, the last standing kingdom in Africa, where he has his family served for two years. As always, if you’ve got a story to tell, I’d love to hear it. KatieAxelson[at]gmail[dot]com. <>< Katie


Swaziland
Swaziland is a small kingdom in southern Africa ruled by King Mswati III who is considered one of the top ten worst rules in the world. Really he’s a fairly decent guy who rules by Swazi culture. For example, he rules a highly impoverished country but bought 13 Mercedes. Polygamy is legal and according to Swazi culture, what he does for one wife he has to do for all of them, so when one wife is given a Mercedes, all 13 (at the time) must be given Mercedes.

Swaziland is about the size of Connecticut with a population of 1.1 million people and proportionally the highest HIV/AIDS percentage rating in the world. When we began our work there in 2005, the life expectancy was 55. When we left two years later it had dropped to the mid-30s due to the number of babies and young people dying from AIDS.


Part of Swazi culture is to have funerals on the weekends. It’s a family event and all of Swaziland is invited but typically only local people come. When they come, the family feeds them. It’s an all-night vigil where the people stay up to visit with the family and pray to the ancestors. Well, there were so many deaths that the Swazi nation decided they couldn’t keep up with all of the funerals and they had to change their culture. They buried adults on the weekends and children during the week, going from a week-long funeral to just the overnight vigil because there were so many deaths.

What we learned had happened was that Swaziland, being a third world country, did not have a lot of jobs. Western culture invaded Africa and the people wanted money, so they went to South Africa to work in the mines. The men did inappropriate things, caught the disease, and took it home to their families, and that’s how it spread.



What we found was that there were 26 Baptist churches that wanted to reach out into the community but weren’t sure how to do it. As a human needs coordinator, my job was to help the churches come up with strategies to reach lost and dying communities. I tried not to take American preconceptions as to what works here but rather let them determine what works. It took them through the process of learning what a five-year plan is because they previously had no concept of long-range planning. They hold the mindset that they may not be alive tomorrow so why plan next week?

As we started talking about what to do to reach out to the community, we saw the biggest need was to feed and give clean drinking water to the orphans and widows. Most of the widows were what they call “Go-Gos” or grandmothers, older women caring for babies. To provide food, the church would take a plot of land and create a garden. For water, they’d install a well. While we were there we put in three large gardens and two wells.



Some of the churches got sewing machines and would sew uniforms for AIDS orphans to go to school. Each school has a different uniform. The churches felt they could provide uniforms for the orphans, and they could make extra to sell in order to buy more material and make more uniforms. That was quite successful. In Swaziland you have to pay to go to school, and school fees for children range anywhere from $50-$1,000/year. When you think of somebody who might make 10 cents a day, $50/year is impossible. The government says they’ll pay for schooling for orphans but logistically that doesn’t happen. Orphans get kicked out of school first, and teachers have no mercy towards them.



When we moved over, the government said they didn’t have a problem with orphans or AIDS because people don’t die from AIDS. AIDS weakens their immune system but they die from tuberculosis, the flu, or something else. They’ve come to realize that they do have a problem, and they’re seeking ways to change culture but what they’re doing isn’t very effective.

We kept saying that we have a cure for AIDS. They were all excited about that until we told them our cure for AIDS is abstinence. Our message fell upon deaf ears. There were a lot of young people who did buy into the message, and church youth groups were growing quite a bit. Originally churches had been working a lot with adults, trying to get this message to adults.  Well, that was ineffective. Soon they started working with the youth, and they had more success but not a lot. So they started working with the children feeling if they can train up a responsible generation then they can change culture. True Love Waits actually began in that area of Africa and comes in every six months or so.


Christianity in Swaziland

About 95 percent of the people consider themselves Christian. Baptist studies showed the really about 3 percent are evangelical Christian. There’s an animistic religion (ancestor worship), so it’s very easy for them to incorporate Jesus as just another ancestor and label themselves Christians. We found a lot of people claiming to be Christian because they realized they could get something from it.

It’s the same with Islam. When we left, Islam was the fastest-growing religion in Swaziland. They were building mosques everywhere and were offering families free health care and free education if one family member converted to Islam. People were converting in droves for the education and health care. That’s the wrong reason to convert but their motive was no different than ours. They’ve got the right idea: offer to people what they need the most and then they’ll be willing to hear your spiritual message. That was the reason we took the job we did, that was our goal. The Muslims were doing it so much better because they had more influence and more resources.

Christian churches in Swaziland are fairly strong. We lose a lot of pastors. Some die of AIDS, others go to South Africa or somewhere else for employment because there’s not a lot of money. There always has to be a new crop of pastors being trained up. I would venture to say that the average age of a pastor is between 20 and 30. They were young, what we could consider college kids or youth. A lot of youth led churches.

The people are the most gracious, loving people you’ll ever meet. They will do anything in the world for you. It would upset us when we went to someone’s poor home and they offered us the only seat, the only plate, the only food, or the only spoon and we couldn’t turn it down. Here we are, we have more than we need, and they’re giving us all that they have. They knew God was going to provide the next meal for them. It’s an amazing, life-changing experience to sit down in front of somebody who has absolutely nothing yet he’s one of the happiest people you’ll ever meet.

There’s joy in simplicity, there truly is. We saw that so much. It’s definitely something we can learn from them. We can learn humility and relationships. Their whole culture is based on relationships with one another. They know how heavily they rely on other people and they know that’s why God created them, to be in a relationship not only with God but with other people. As Americans, we are so disconnected from other people. We can learn how to be in relationships with other people, how to give generously, how to pray, how to worship. They truly lay everything before God, and they communicate with God in such a beautiful way. Their prayers are powerful in that they’re heartfelt and sincere. When they’re giving thanks or a blessing for food, they know it was through God’s hands. He provided not their paycheck or the grocery store, it was God. When they worship, it’s a sense of genuine, heartfelt connection to God. A good part of their worship service is testimony. They’ll sing songs and people go up as they feel led to tell about what God is doing in their life that week and what they’re learning from God.


For us, God broke us completely while we were there. He taught us how important it was to be connected with other people in order to truly see God in community. Together we are the hands and feet as different people have different gifts and abilities. He taught us how to serve, not that we were serving but in how they served us. He showed us examples of that daily. He taught us faith that He is in control of everything and all things do come to good to fulfill His purposes. We broke down after a couple of months of being there. It was just so hard. I remember standing in the shower crying because I hated it there and at the point in time I said, “Ok, You want us here so You’re going to have to take control” and He did. From that point on, it was wonderful. He taught us that we have to give Him control even though we think we know what’s right; we don’t, we have to rely on Him for that guidance and judgment.

Pray for Swaziland

Pray for their spiritual healing. Pray for a change in culture because that’s the only way society is going to live. They would be considered the first country to become extinct because of a disease. We know the only way that’s going to change is through a heartfelt relationship with Jesus. They’re going to have to practice abstinence. We need to pray that they can wait, that the young people will wait so that when they’re married, they’re both HIV-free and can live in a monogamous relationship without having to worry about disease.



Friday, January 7, 2011

Wacky Wednesday- Friday Edition

Christina: Will it go on your blog?
Katie: You betcha.
Mom: On Wacky Wednesday?
Katie: Yup.  I haven't had a Wacky Wednesday in awhile.
Mom: What?!  You've been with your family!  How could you NOT have a Wacky Wednesday?
Katie: I have plenty of quotes for a Wacky Wednesday, but I haven't written one.
Christina: Have a Friday Edition of Wacky Wednesday.
Mom: On Thursday!
Katie: It seems only appropriate since I have no idea what day of the week it is anyway.

Mom: Ooooh!  I'm a trash compactor and I can vacuum seal the bag!

Dad: How did I get in this family?
Auntie Gwennie: Better question: how do I get out?

Katie: We're lost... outside (without the car)... in Minnesota... in January!  All because Mom wanted seafood... in Minnesota... in January!  It might be August before I warm up!

Mom: Then we can go to Denise and Greg's, and Greg can do the photo shoot in his... jammies.
Laura: As long as he doesn't sleep naked.

Auntie Gwennie: Doesn't iron give you energy or something?
Uncle Bill: Tina, you've taken anatomy.  Is that true?
Christina: Well, we studied iodine.

Mom [making white frosting]: There's something green in here.  Oh, and red.  Who put jimmies in my frosting?
Katie: Jimmy!  Get out of the frosting!
Laura: Jimmy want to go in the frosting for a swim.
Katie: No, Jimmy licks the frosting.
Mom: Grandpa!
[Grandpa Jim taught my sisters and me to steal frosting from a cake without anyone noticing]

Dad:  What's wrong?  Why are you up so early?
Katie: It's ten-thirty, eleven-thirty to my body.
Dad: That's it.

Aunt Denise: Gail!  You can't give him a present just because it says his name!
Mom: It says his name, just in the wrong spot!

Dad: Get naked and give me twenty.
Uncle Jay: I am not getting naked in front of you!  And I'm not giving you twenty bucks either for that matter.

Mom: I will not put the Advent candles on Christina's birthday cake!

Katie: Ok, Daddy, I'm ready!  I'm even wearing Grandma's long underwear.  Where'd you go?
Dad: I'm hiding!

Mom: Do you want a poker stick to get the Christmas lights all the way up there?
Dad: I don't need a poker stick.  I have Katie!

I was startled out of dream world by Laura's shouting.
Laura: That's ok; she loves me!
Without opening my eyes I knew--much to my dismay--that I was the she.
Katie: No she doesn't!
That wasn't going to stop her.  When my bedroom door flew open, I threw my pillow over my face. There was no way to avoid whatever I was about to be the victim of, but my pillow would protect my face as I prayed for the best.  Laura crawled on top of me in bed.  Between the two of us, we make a normal-sized person, but that doesn't mean I like to be on the bottom of our person.
Laura: Katie, give me a hhhhhhhhug!

Mom [to Dad]: Do not pants your daughter!

Laura: Mom, I saw an animal outside.
Mom: What kind of animal was it?
Laura: Um... a giant white gerbil with a raw tail.
Mom: An opossum.

Man at Quiznos: Chips?
Mom: No, thanks.
Man: Beer, bourbon, scotch?
Mom: Oooh! Scotch, please.

Ben: Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Ax.  Sorry in advance for drinking all of your milk.
He and three friends (the one other male among them being lactose intolerant) were here thirty-six hours, and they drank three gallons of milk.

Christina: Katie, what are you going to do when you're married?
Katie: Have kids.
Christina: And make them empty the dishwasher? Even your one year old? Does he have to empty the dishwasher?
Katie: It's a she.
Christina: And your three month old? Does she have to empty the dishwasher, too?
Katie: Yeah, he gets the plates up to the top shelf without needing any help. Wait a second! Why do I have a one year old and a three month old? Oh boy!
Mom: Adoption.
Christina: Your husband was married before. Katie got a used one!

Monday, December 27, 2010

Marathon Christmas

I grew up thinking this was normal.  I grew up thinking a lot of things were normal, myths my roommates have quickly dispelled.  You mean everyone doesn't have four Christmas trees and a 30-hour Christmas?  I supposed now you're going to tell me everyone has more than three cousins, too, right?

Christmas Eve
3:00pm- "Get in the car now!"

4:00pm- We start Christmas where all Christmases should begin: in church.  We pass the bulletin from one end of the pew to the other, share notes, and split a half a piece of gum thirteen ways.  You think I'm kidding.

6:00pm- "And WHY are you snow blowing in your Christmas suit?"
All thirteen of my maternal side of the family is gathered in my aunt and uncle's kitchen.  We're munching on meatballs, shrimp, and the world famous cheese dip.  We need something in the stomachs as we begin a long night of alcohol consumption.

7:00pm- "Maybe we should open presents." 
"Yes, that bow is beautiful on your head." 
"What kind of tape did you use?  It's impossible to rip!"

8:00pm- Grandpa and Grandma get a fifteen minute head start (we even use the microwave timer) to light candles and turn on lights before the entire party mobilizes to Grandpa and Grandma's house.  We open presents first from my grandparents and second from my aunt and uncle from out of town.

9:00pm- Grandpa and Grandma serve us pizza subs on paper plates just to have some substance during our night of grazing.  "Sure, I'd love some blackberry wine."

10:00pm- My family's turn for the fifteen minute head start.  There are advantages and disadvantages to being the last house in the round-robin.  The biggest disadvantage is that the hair and makeup need remedial help before the photograph in front of the tree.

11:00pm- "Who wants to be Santa?"

12:00am- Grandpa and Grandma decide it's time to go home.

1:00am- "Someone has to eat my food!"

2:00am- We karate chop the remaining family out of here, clean up the kitchen, and set up for the morning.  Time for bed!

For the next four to six hours visions of sugar plums dance in our heads while Santa flies over head.

Christmas Day
8am- "Santa's been here!"

9am-  The family gift exchange and Santa presents are opened on Christmas morning.  Dad gets coal.  And the grille to go with it.  Mom cries when she opens the puzzle photo collage of my sisters and me growing up.  My flannel jeans from Cabela's miraculously fit!  "Dad, I got you a six pack of beer just because I can.  No, I don't want one." 

10am- "Get in the car!  We're late!"

11am- "Are we there yet?"

12pm- Growing up, my family was always the last to arrive at my paternal grandparents' house.  Some traditions die hard.  Christmas dinner will be served at two.  I regret not eating more than a banana for breakfast and dive into the chips, fudge, and pie on the kitchen table.

1pm- I'm in a photo war with Travel Buddy, my uncle who's a professional photographer.  I take literally 178 photos.
2pm- The Charlie Brown Tree. 
Every year my grandparents go to the tree farm and find the most ridiculous tree in the $5 bin.  It's too thick to put ornaments on it.  It's so thin you can see through it.  It has two tops.  They then barter until the owner lets them buy the tree for $3.  They give him a $2 tip.  This year the tree branches needed to be transplanted, so they got it for $2 with a $1 tip.  Remember, the camera adds ten pounds.
3:00pm- "This restaurant is only open twice a year, so you'd better dig in!"
Thanksgiving dinner is remarkably similar to Christmas dinner.  The main difference is that the men are actually allowed to sit in the dining room with the women rather than being banished to the kitchen.  We pass rolls by overhand tossing, make the misbehaving adults sit at the children's table, and, heaven forbid, we forget the olives.

5:00pm- Photo shoot! 
Each family.  "At least pretend like you like each other."  All the girls.  All the boys.  "Stop that!"  Three generations.  "Where'd Grandpa go now?"  All the granddaughters.  All eleven of us.  The stray people we picked up on the street.  All dogs.  "Ok, my camera's memory card is full."

6:00pm- "Yes, I'd like a brandy old fashion, please.  We're going to be here for awhile."
Commence the longest present opening extravaganza in the history of present openings.  Grandma hands the first present to Tina.  Tina opens it, throws the wrapping paper on the floor, and examines it for fifteen and a half seconds before she must stand to pick and hand out the next present.  If she surpasses her allotted fifteen and a half seconds, the entire crowd shouts, "PICK A PRESENT!"

7:00pm- Fifteen minute intermission to fill the glasses and empty the bladder.

7:15pm- "Pick a present!"

8:00pm- "PICK A PRESENT!"
Every year Grandma and Grandpa give each of their four grandkids a gold ornament engraved with our names, the year, and "Love, Gma & Gpa."  After twenty-some years, Wal-mart stopped making the ornaments, so Grandma had to get creative.  This year she bought some silver ones from Target and engraved them herself.

9:00pm- "Pick a present" brouhaha is finally over after three hours of present opening!  Grandma and the four granddaughters sit in the heaps of wrapping paper for the annual photo.  Grandma boasts that she is 71 and can still get down on the floor.  We help her up.

10:00pm- Grandma asks who brought the iPod for the traditional Christmas Day dancing in the kitchen.  No one has music; no one has the energy to dance.  The men are Wii bowling in the kitchen.  Grandpa's winning.  "That's an awful nice purple dress you've got there, Jim," Greg says, and the crowd rolls.  Grandpa's using my Mii.

11:00pm- The food comes back out for those who are hungry.  I eat some cherry pie, little smokies, sweet potatoes, and fudge.  In that order.  "Shhhhh!  Someone may be sleeping."

12:00am- That someone should be me.  But we're having too much fun retelling old stories, hacking up lungs, and laughing hysterically.

1:00am- That someone is me.  It's the only night of the year when I can sleep with socks on because of the heat problems in the old farmhouse.  Yet I sleep with a smile on my face.  Another great Christmas!
I love hearing about Christmas traditions.  What are yours?

<>< Katie

Friday, December 26, 2008

Wii Reflections

My parents got us a Wii for Christmas. Or at least that's what they say. I think they really bought themselves a Wii. They even gave it to us early so I "have time to play before going back to school" (aka they couldn't wait to get it out from under the tree). Proof of my conclusion is that they even brought it to my grandparents' house this weekend.

We were bowling, playing pass the remote. My grandpa is a really good bowler in real life and in Wii world he wasn't too shabby either. In fact, he bowled a plethora of strikes. Boppy bowled a strike and my uncle (to be! Yay!) bowled next. He, too, bowled a strike and we were very impressed. (Greg's not a big bowler).

"I was just watching Jim," he said about my grandpa.

Next it was Grandma's turn. She bowled well but it was not a strike.

"I was just watching Greg," she said about my uncle.

We all laughed, but God spoke to me at that moment. No matter how great of a bowler Greg is, Boppy will always be better. Even if Grandma had made each move exactly the same way as Greg, she may not have bowled a strike. After all, Greg's strike was just luck (love ya, Greg!). If Grandma had watched Boppy instead she may have bowled a strike. His movements were true. Greg's were copied.

Sometimes we watch earthly leaders thinking they're good enough. True, they may be close to God. It's always important to fill our lives with Godly mentors, but we also need to look to our Heavenly Father for the best guidance. Everyone here on earth is just trying to be like God. Why should we watch them instead of watching Him?

<>< Katie