Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Yureba



The Family Circle Is Now Complete -- 
On July 23rd the father of a Nigerian family that became members of the church on April 30th was baptized. It's a long story but the gist of it is that he was a pastor in a very large congregation in Nigeria. Before he could join the Church he felt he had to return home, tell his flock that he was leaving them and that he hopes they will eventually follow him. So true to his word he returned home to Lagos immediately after his family was baptized and returned several days ago. In the meantime his son was ordained a Priest in the Aaronic Priesthood and given the authority to baptize his father. 
English is the national language of Nigeria but there are three tribal languages that are spoken by Nigerians, depending on which tribe they belong to. This family are from the largest tribe in the country which speaks a language called Yureba. In their home, with friends or at other times the family speaks Yureba. At the close of the service we gave Rufus a Book of Mormon in Yureba. We encouraged him to use it to teach other Nigerians. It is always more reassuring when you can read something in your own language.    

Monday, July 18, 2016

3 Baptisms

New Members of Shoal Creek Ward
We're not proselyting missionaries by any means. We are MLS missionaries which stands for Member & Leadership Support. In terms of working with refugees that means we are all over the map as far as what we do. We get them to the doctor. We help them fill out job applications when they can't read or write. We get them to immigration attorneys to work out visa or citizenship issues. We teach with the young missionaries when needed. We teach some to read, and more. We cheer them on during the conversion process and we attend their baptisms when they are ready. We have had 3 baptisms so far and will have our 4th this Saturday, July 23.
Geortund was the first. She's from the Republic of Congo
 We got a text message referral from Salt Lake on April 9th or so. It looked like a normal referral for a Book of Mormon. It just said she is a "French speaker." A minute or two later we got a second text that said, "She would like to be baptized on April 23rd." So we scrambled to get her a French copy of the Book of Mormon and get her hooked up with Elders Herriott and Christman and our go to French translator Jim Law who is a Ph.D. student in French Linguistics at University of Texas. Geortund was one of those "golden contacts" that missionaries dream about. She was already converted from on line conversations she had with online missionaries in Salt Lake. We helped teach her a few times and she was baptized in French by Brother Law.
The Audetuyi Family from Nigeria were next!  
 Bishop Anderson was smiling as the Audetuyi (Ah-dee-too-ee) family was baptized after attending every meeting and activity since October. I baptized the mother, Veronica. Elders Herriott and Christman baptized Jennifer, Joseph and Daniel. The father, Rufus, will be baptized this Saturday, July 23rd by his son Joseph who is a 17 year old Priest. We see great potential from this family as leaders where ever they go.
Kiki Auguste, a 17 year old young man from Haiti
Kiki (Kee-kee) came to Austin with his mother Natasha about 6 months ago. Natasha joined the Church in Haiti several years ago and came to live with her mother Marie Alexis. Neither Natasha or Kiki speak English. Being from Haiti they speak French Creole. We have French translation in our meetings for those who speak only French. Kiki is learning English at school and he does speak some but it's summer now so...no progress right now. He was baptized in French by Brother Law.
 

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

19 Countries

The Man From Ethiopia: One Man's Immigration Odyssey 
On Sunday, May 29 we went to Casa Marianella in the Evening because they would be having their monthly potluck get together. Our goal was to see if Neckson (Central African Republic) and Regeese (Congo) were still there. Neckson is a Mormon and Regeese was studying the Church. We also wanted to see if we could find Valentin (Angola) who came to church one time. It didn’t take long and we had reacquainted with all of them, and then had a bit to eat. We saw Afiwa there too and she was glad to see us.

Soon we found ourselves seated at a picnic table talking with a man from Ethiopia. We asked him a little about himself and soon he was telling us the most amazing story of his immigration to the United States. He had only been in the U.S. for 22 days. But his journey to get here took 7 months and spanned 19 countries. His wife has been here for three months and is so common, he is living at Casa Marianella and she is somewhere else in the city. She was not there. I’ll attempt to relate his story as best I can.

He never told us his name, just that he and his wife had fled from Ethiopia in November. They traveled from Ethiopia with two other men from Eritrea and Somalia, three countries in the “horn of Africa” region. They had no visas or specific plans except to keep going no matter what. He said they traveled any way they could; by bus, by truck, by plane, but mostly on foot, walking thousands of miles to security, freedom and a new life that would be better than the one they left behind.

The first leg of the journey took them from Ethiopia to Somalia. Then following the coast line they made their way south through Kenya, Tanzania, Mozambique and finally to South Africa. This leg of the journey was long and very difficult. But compared to what was to come the first six countries of their odyssey may have been the easiest part of the journey. 
Following the East Coast of Africa

In South Africa they were able to get together a stash of money to buy plane tickets to South America. From Johannesburg, South Africa they flew to Brazil where the trek would take them through five more countries as they made their way toward Central America. 


Through 5 more countries in South America  


From Brazil the small group began to make their way toward the United States, mostly on foot! Starting in Western Brazil they ventured to Bolivia and Peru but had no time to visit Machu Pichu or Lake Titicaca. They continued through the mountains to Ecuador and then on to Colombia where things took a turn for the worse. Because they had no visa border agents took them into custoday and they spent 45 days in jail.



As if things weren’t bad enough when the group languished in a Colombian jail for a month and a half, the worst part of the trek was about to come after their release. From Colombia they walked for 10 days through the mountainous jungles of Panama. He told us how hard it was for them to walk through the jungle without even a machete to chop their way through. He said it was too dangerous for them to be caught walking on the roads and they slept on the ground at night with no protection from the elements.





From Panama they made their way north through Costa Rica which had better roads and was safer for them than Panama or Colombia. But there was no time to rest and they just kept going until they reached Nicaragua.
 
Sneaking into Nicaragua did not go well for this man. He was captured by government officials and once again found himself in jail for another 45 days. His wife was not captured though so she kept heading north on her own. They had no way to communicate for a long time.  
 


After a month and a half in confinement in Nicaragua he was released and allowed to go on his way. He crossed into El Salvador and then Guatemala. Finally after over 5 months of travel he got to Mexico and started making his way toward southern Texas, which was still hundreds of miles away.  

 The route to the U.S. through Mexico was only slightly less dangerous than the rest of the trip had been. Never knowing where to sleep or whether his wife had made it to the border. He and his two friends had to trust smugglers and coyotes. They could be captured, killed or robbed at any point. But after several more days they came to the border and crossed illegally into Texas. They were soon spotted by U.S. Border Patrol and were arrested. They were taken to a detention center for men (basically a minimum security prison) in Pearsall, Texas which is about 60 miles south of San Antonio. After processing and several days in Pearsall waiting to see if they would be deported. He had an immigration hearing, was checked out medically, given 3 good meals a day and sets of new clothes before being taken to Austin where he was reunited with his wife. He now stays at the men’s shelter at Casa Marianella. His wife is staying at the women’s shelter that is part of Casa, and the two of them are hoping they will soon be given work permits and they can eventually get refugee status and begin building a new life. He did tell us though that his pro-bono immigration attorney forgot to file his application for a work permit so now it will be at least a month before he can get that and start working. After that his immigration journey will not be over. If  he is given refugee status it will be another 4 years before he will be able to get a green card and a few years after that so he can apply for citizenship. But if we are still a free society, it will have been worth it.

As we parted he emphatically told us how God protected the group so many times and even though they were often in danger, lost or putting their lives in the hands of smugglers. He was grateful to be in the United States and praised God for helping them get here. He was optimistic and looking forward to the new life that he and his wife would have here.









Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Fathers and Sons


Fathers and Sons at Smilin’ V Scout Ranch 


As a young father I always looked forward to taking my sons to the annual Father and Son Outing; a one night campout for fathers and their boys. They were a chance for me to spend quality time with my boys and for them to have fun in the outdoors. Friday and Saturday was the outing for the Shoal Creek Ward. This year I’m not with my two sons but Eileen said “there are lots of African boys who either don’t have fathers in their home, or their fathers work nights and they couldn’t be part of this event. Why don’t you take them?” So with Eileen’s encouragement I teamed up with Ward Mission Leader, Dave Morse and we took 7 boys to Smilin’ V Scout Ranch, about 30 miles away.

We had Daniel, Ricky, Chris, Zaire, Kiki, and newly baptized Joseph and Daniel. We took the food for dinner---basic outing food: hot dogs, Eileen’s potato salad, and stuff to make S’mores around the fire after dark. Dave picked up Joseph and Daniel because they live near him. I picked up the other 5 because they are all small and could fit in our small Honda. We hooked up at a location convenient for both of us and took off for the camp. About 30 minutes later we arrived.

The camp itself is rather unimpressive. There are no defined activity areas, it’s not well manicured, no fire ring or the usual features you expect to see in a Scout Camp. There was just a big pavilion with wood picnic tables and some grassy areas where we would eventually pitch our tents. But atmosphere had no effect on the boys because none of them had ever been camping before and they were sky high with excitement.

I’d envisioned that we would arrive at the camp, find a nice camp site, set up our camp and then let the boys go exploring while Dave and I got the hot dogs ready. But the vision faded rapidly as these mostly 8 to 10 year olds piled out of the car to begin their big adventure. In 2 seconds they were off exploring.

Under an oak tree they discovered 2 old paddle boats and the next thing I heard was the sound of one of the boats being dragged across gravel. I looked up to see 6 boys straining to pull this paddle boat across the road. I asked, “What are you going to do with the boat?” “We’re going to put it in the water.” Noticing there was no water in the direction they were going I asked, “Wouldn’t it be a good idea to find out where the water is before you move the boat?” “Oh yeah, that’s a good idea!” they agreed as they looked around. In a flash they were off looking for the water and found the pond in the opposite direction from what they had pulling toward. Just a moment later they had the boat in the water and 5 of them were trying to figure out how to steer it and make it go without falling in the water. Let the fun begin!
                                                              
Let's get on the water fellas!!

The boys paddled the boat around the small island in the middle of the pond, taking turns with the steering and pedaling. A few minutes later Kiki appeared at the edge of the pond.
Boys & Water go naturally together!
He saw the water, stripped down to his shorts and jumped in the water. It didn’t take long and almost all the boys were in the water, Dave was cooking the hot dogs and I was gettin’ hungry.

Zaire, Daniel, Ricky & Chris in their tent
The excitement among the boys was through the roof. When it was time to set up our tents they all pitched in and moved their tents to where they wanted to be. Then we went to the car and the boys got the blankets they had brought since none had a sleeping bag. The beauty of Texas is that it’s warm enough all night that you really don’t need much for warmth. They laid out their beds but it would be a long time before the boys would be ready for sleep. They devoured the hot dogs and most of the Eileen’s potato salad. Then we gathered around the campfire for S’mores and for the boys just did their natural boy thing---playing in the fire.

It was after 10:30 by the time we made our way from the fire to the tents, but once in the tents it would be a more than 3 hours before the boys could be calmed down and they drifted off to sleep, not to arise until about 9 the next morning. They were spending their first night ever in a tent and loving it.



Saturday morning they straggled from the tent after their late night. They loaded up breakfast tacos with bacon, eggs and salsa and wolfed them down before heading immediately to the boats and a little more swimming before we had to break down the tents, load up the car, police the camp for trash and head for home with the boys as excited at the end as they were at the beginning and wanting to know when they could do it again! 
Daniel and Kiki in the paddle boat

 

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Halloween to Christmas in Austin, Texas

Halloween to Christmas in Austin
We arrived in Austin just before Eileen's birthday. Spent our first week enjoying a surprise visit from daughters Liz and Emily and trying to learn our way around the city which is very confusing with crazy traffic 24/7. We did our best to keep Austin weird by adding to our famous graffiti wall.

We have spent most of our time trying to find the African members in Shoal Creek Ward. It is quite the challenge. Many in the same family have different last names. Many live outside the ward boundaries. Many have nonworking phone numbers. Others have moved to who knows where. Some do not speak English which makes getting work difficult. Others have visa issues so they can't work legally. Others have very little education and don't read or write well. So we have our work cut out for us.
Daniel and Ricky are two of our new friends from Liberia. They're cousins.
Christmas day was very quiet for us. Spent the morning relaxing, worked out at the gym, talked with family members for a few hours by the time we reached everyone. Had a great Christmas dinner with our Bishop's family. Barbecued briskit (this is Texas after all where barbecue is always in style).


Christmas night found us at Casa Marianella, a refugee shelter that invited us to their Christmas celebration. We had no idea what to expect but it was a great experience. We first met 3 men from Somalia. Then a guy from Ivory Coast. Another from Peru and his friend from Ethiopia. There was lots of food from various countries. We didn't know what much of it was but it was tasty! Soon they cranked up the African music and people started dancing in a big circle. It looked very tribal even though there were people from non-African countries and staff members and volunteers as well. It was lots of fun. And for mom the best part was when a woman from Somalia gave Eileen her tiny little boy to hold while she danced. The little guy went right to sleep and was snug as a bug in his little blanket.

Delicious food from many countries
We stood out from the crowd with our black name tags, my white shirt and tie and Eileen nicely dressed. People were curious to talk about us. A woman from Congo said she had been to our church before and wanted to come again. The man from Ethiopia was very proud that his country has a long history of Christianity. He asked me for a Book of Mormon so I went to the car and got him one. But perhaps the best thing was that we got to visit for several minutes with the Executive Director of Casa and even longer with their grant writer and development person. They both gave us lots of good information and no doubt we will be looking to them as a resource in the future. It was a great night and we felt very productive.
BFF's from 3 different countries!