Thursday, May 2, 2013

Views of Daily Life in Pointe Noire




We love seeing all the different types of things that people carry on their heads.




Nor sure what she is carrying.....






A beautiful woman with her Congolese dress and head wrap.   It is very typical for the dresses to be designed to be off the shoulder.



Another view of what it looks like to approach one of the outside markets.  This is a very 'unbusy' time.
After a District Meeting one day, while the elders waited for some branch missionaries to arrive, they ate lunch (note the bread) and played a short game.  Elder Christensen looks like he is praying that he will win!




This is a welcome sight, because every bit of garbage collection is an improvement on none at all.  It's too bad that most of the garbage is then taken to a swampy area along a main road and dumped, but it is better than garbage everywhere.




This woman has a colorful dress on and is smart to carry an umbrella, in this case to protect her from the sun instead of the rain.

















Weekly Letter:


Monday, May 6, 2013
Dear family,
We are so excited about Katie/Sister Johnson, leaving for her first missionary assignment today!  She will be a great missionary in the Rochester, New York, Mission.  One of the elders who was in our city for several months has a friend who is a sister missionary there.  We have asked his mother to tell her about Katie, in case they have the opportunity to meet.  Katie wrote that she may be able to go to the Sacred Grove even more than once while she serves there.
We have experienced a good week, and a lot of interesting happenings.  On Monday we returned home to find that our power had been disconnected.  We were assured when we moved in that all the utilities were currently paid up.  We found out that the electric here was over $800 U.S. dollars in arrears.  It hadn’t been paid for fourteen months.  This is not unusual here and we know that people sometimes get in difficult situations back home and utility bills are usually the first things that go unpaid.   However, when our interpreter called the landlord, he said that if we wanted electricity we would have to pay the whole bill and then deduct less than half of it from our next rent payment amount.  This did not set well with Sister Wheatley, who said we shouldn’t have to pay any of it because it was all for months when we didn’t live here.  After a process that took most of the day, and cost about the equivalent of $400.00 US dollars, we were very blessed to have our power restored – at least temporarily!  Until this morning (Monday May 5) we hadn’t had any water come into our reservoir for about 15 days.  We were happy this morning to receive water again and know that it hasn’t been shut off.  It appears that we will just have to take what water the city gives us and take it when it is available.  There is a well/reservoir across our little road and we can pay to have water run through a hose from there to our cistern when we run out.  Water and reliable electricity are both precious and to be treasured here, as in many places around the globe.    Sister Wheatley says she will never take pure water for granted again – it is most precious above diamonds and rubies!
One day last week, we decided it was time for dinner out.  We had that tradition at home – after a long and busy week, Friday night was the night.  We had been shopping for groceries and decided to stop at a small bakery that is owned by a Portuguese man and his Italian wife, because they also own a couple of hotels and restaurants.  They have told us where the one that is open to the public is, but we were never really sure where they meant.  The bakery was closed (most businesses close for several hours in the afternoon), but not locked and we walked in and ‘talked’ to a man who was closing up.  We understood that the restaurant was about 3 streets over in a certain direction…..not a lot to go on, but we decided to try to find it.  We drove around for a while, and suddenly saw a new looking Italian restaurant, which we figured might be the one of a man we had met one day in town, who said he was from Italy, a member of our church, and was opening an Italian restaurant soon.  We went into the restaurant – and it was his!  He must have just opened, because he still had no menus, but the restaurant had quite a few people in it and he was happy to see us.  It is small, but very clean and nicely decorated.  There are about 8 or 9 tables, some which seat 2, some 4, and a couple that seat 6. We had a lovely  appetizer, delicious lasagna, cold bottled water, a crêpe with Nuttella for desert.  The reason he didn’t open his restaurant as quickly as he wanted to, was he was waiting for his shipment of cheeses, etc., from Italy.  The missionaries who work in the quartier where he lives, haven’t been able to meet with him because he has said he is too busy getting his restaurant ready.  He indicated he has been inactive for quite a while but wants to return.  He is friendly, but doesn’t speak a lot of English or French!  He said there is not work in Italy, so this is why he and his business partner decided to come to Congo.  We think there are quite a few Italians here.  The restaurant is across the street from the Italian Consulate.  There are Italian contractors here – one of whom we met about a year ago, when we traveled to a bridge about 20 miles out of town, for a P Day activity.  He was the managing contractor over the refurbishment of the bridge.   There are many French people, a lot of Chinese, and a variety of Italian, Canadian, South African, Portuguese, Philippine and a few British and Americans here.  They come here to work in shipping, oil, airlines, mining and we aren’t sure of what else. 
One of the Elders phoned us and requested that we pick up a baptismal candidate and his family.  This was the Elders idea.  The family comes to Church faithfully even though they live a long distance from the Church and they have little or no money.  The baptism would be in the church building not where they meet, but much further away.  Because they do make it to Church faithfully we agreed even though we are not supposed to, to give them a ride to the baptism.  The fear is making people dependent on the missionaries.  On Saturday we headed out to get them, with plenty of time to spare.  We wanted to visit another family on the way, and leave them a loaf of bread.  The Elders were worried that their family might leave before we arrived if we stop before going to get them, suggesting that once we secured the baptismal candidate we could stop to see the other family.  After picking our way through giant mud holes (we never know how deep they are we just look to see if other drivers made it through) and around many dirt roads and sandy areas, we arrived at the home - a simple one room, wooden house.  The son to be baptized had gone to the market and the parents were busy working around the yard and not prepared to leave.  We decided to visit the other family while we waited.  They agreed that when he returned, they would meet us on the road at 1:00 P.M.  We proceeded to visit the other family and returned to the designated pickup point a little before 1:00 P.M.   We sat in the vehicle in the hot sun until about 2:00 P.M.  It seems to Sister Wheatley, that no matter where we park, or what direction we face, the sun is always directly shining into the cab of the pickup….and opening all the windows and doors or trying to find shade is futile.  We finally decided to return to the baptismal candidate’s home, realizing that we may miss them altogether if they walk a different way.  We follow a water tanker trucks tracks and find a shorter way back (there are no water sources in the whole area and no electricity without a generator).  When we arrived they were just getting ready to come and find us.  For the fourth time it was through mud holes and over questionable roads, on our way to the Church.  We had the keys to the closet where the baptismal clothes are kept and  knew the other people wanting to be baptized would be waiting to get dressed.  We also had the keys from the bathrooms into the font.  We arrived just in time.  There was a nice service and despite the frustration we were happy to be a part of it.
Yesterday (Sunday) was a busy day.  Elder Wheatley had to oversee changes in an Elders’ presidency in one branch and some Priesthood Advancements in another.  Despite his objection, he ended up confirming one person a member of the Church and conferring the Melchizedek Priesthood on another.  We always stress that the members do this and not the missionaries, so they can experience the blessings of using their priesthood authority.
Today one of the elders called and said he wanted to come over to have Sister Wheatley look at his toe.  This is always a heart-stopper for her.  You never know what that means – it could be a severely infected ingrown toenail, a worm growing out of a toe, a cut, a rash………We have tried to nurse a really nasty ingrown toenail that eventually required surgery, stitches in an elbow due to a P Day basketball game, a variety of intestinal issues like worms, what some elders thought was malaria with fevers and chills (but what we don’t think was because it wasn’t severe enough), headaches, backaches, toothaches, allergies and colds and a worm growing out of a toe.  Our mission doctor is in Johannesburg, but usually answers his phone and if not, can be contacted by email, or through our mission president if there is an emergency.  We have two good clinics and one good hospital here, with French doctors.  The doctors trained in Congo have different approaches to medicine and unfortunately don’t have the opportunity for the quality of training that French doctors have.  We have taken elders to the doctor whenever needed, but try to contact our mission doctor first for his direction.  If there was an emergency, we would insist on going to one of the approved clinics or that one hospital that is approved.    After looking at this toe, which has red, swollen flesh and was indicating red spreading up the top of his foot, Sister Wheatley called Dr. Hoffman.  He was able to talk with us and indicate that we should start him on an antibiotic, he should cleanse and soak his foot and apply antibiotic cream, etc.  Dr. Hoffman is very careful with antibiotics, so we know he felt this was important in this case.  The elder said he had a small cut on his toe and that is how he felt the infection started.  It is so difficult to keep feet clean here because of the rain, puddles, dirt and sand everywhere, and all the walking they do.  We will check his foot in the morning and see how the treatment is progressing!  The Church places the health of missionaries as a very high priority, which is comforting and we feel so blessed to have medical help from the mission doctor and quality care available if needed.  It isn’t the same as at home, but as close as possible. 
Amil, a member from the Phillipines that we met down town one day,  attended Church yesterday.  He had seen the spire of our church house before, but was unaware that the Church was established here in Pointe Noire. Sister Wheatley invited him over for supper. He accepted the invitation.  We learned that both he and his wife served missions in the Philippines.  They now have three children.  He contracts with a U.S. shipping company called Tidewater.  He usually works for four months then goes home for a month.  He brought his scriptures, so after supper we asked if he would like to share a scripture with us.   He said he had been reading in Alma and was touched by Alma 5:46.  The whole chapter is very powerful.  I had marked in my scriptures that this verse is part of Alma’s testimony.  What is interesting is that Alma says in verse 46 that he had fasted and prayed many days to know that the things he spoke of were true.   This is the same Alma that had once gone about persecuting the Church.  Even though he was visited by an angel (Mosiah 27) and rendered helpless, he tells us in verse 46 of Alma 5 that he had fasted and prayed many days to understand the doctrines he was preaching to the people, which were mainly, being spiritually born of God through repentance and being stripped of pride, after which the Holy Ghost can act upon us.  Chapter 5 ends with a plea or invitation to come and be baptized.  A lot of lessons can be gleaned from this chapter and each reading will probably reveal something new.  Last evening the impression was that like Alma, a visitation by an angel or a few spiritual experiences won’t carry us through.   We must continue to fast and pray, and keep the commandments so we can say as Alma says in verse 48, “I know that Jesus Christ shall come, yea the Son, the only begotten of the Father full of grace, mercy and truth…..He cometh to take away the sins of the world, yea the sins of every man who steadfastly believeth on his name.”   We leave our testimony that what Alma testified would happen, did indeed happen.  And as Alma looked forward to the coming of Christ, we look forward to the day when he will come again.
We hope you are all happy and well.  Once again, we express our appreciation for your faith and prayers on our behalf.  We know that it is through your faith and prayers that we are protected.  In a very real sense your prayers for us and other missionaries, involve you in the work of seeking out those who will be touched by the gospel message.  Our prayers need to include more than just finding people to join God’s kingdom they need include providing members with the means to marry, and attend the temple to receive their endowments and be sealed together as families.
Love Elder and Sister Wheatley
 

Children in Pointe Noire


The house whose fence is pieces of cloth, is where a man lives who made a table for us.  This little booth is where the family sells food.  The children are there with their mother and were watching us in our truck.



We didn't get them to smile at us, although we tried.  We are so different looking than they are used to seeing.




I just thought this little man is so cute and so serious, he looks like he is getting ready to tell us something important!
This table is set up across the little dirt road from one of the missionary apartments.  There had been a recent rain, so the street has lots of puddles.  The little girls are selling a manyoke paste/log that is wrapped in leaves and is a staple of Congolese diet. Notice the woman who is trying to pass has a baby on her back.


Weekly Letter:
19 May 2013
Despite a few days of bucket baths, when we discovered a leak in the water line going from the pump to the house, we have had a good week.  A little about the culture:  We arranged for a plumber to come on Saturday to fix the leak.  He said he would come at 9:00 A.M.  He arrived at 11:00 A.M.   We showed him the problem; he indicated he will have to return to his home for tools, even though the problem had been explained to him by our interpreter, so we think he should have known what tools to bring.  Fortunately he didn’t ask us to supply them they don’t have vehicles so if a ladder or something like that is required you improvise.  We offered to take him home, because we have been through this routine before so we know where he lives and it takes less time to just take him so he doesn’t take all day to come back.  We lose an hour, returning at about 12:00 P.M.  It takes only a few minutes to chip away concrete and discern what needs to be done.  We need to go to town for parts.  It is expected that we will buy the parts since they have no cash, if we don’t drive him he might go to the market find out the cost of the parts and return asking for the amount of money he needs so he can return to the market to buy the parts.  We learned the hard way its best to take him to the market.  The traffic was bad and the market crowded.  We find and purchase what we need and return home about 2:30 P.M.   He replaces a piece of hose and a few connections, mixes some cement and covers the hole in the wall back over.   At 3:00 P.M. we have running water again.  We have learned that for any repair job you plan on being home all day, and even into the evening.  Actually, we can’t remember anyone ever coming within 2 hours of when they said they would – and our life here has been full of problems that have needed to be fixed.  Usually it isn’t more than a few days before something else breaks or quits working.  Sometimes the cost seems a little high when compared with what people here live on.  But then you realize that maybe this is only job he has all week.  So much for a lesson on the culture.  We have been so blessed to live in the U.S.!
On Friday one of our Elders completed his mission and we put him on the plane for his long ride home.  A great Elder, he was in the shower when we went to pick him up at 5:30 P.M.  He had been out working all day and wanted to leave feeling clean.  His companion said he worked and acted all day like it was just another day giving no indication that he would be leaving in the evening.   He told us that he is concerned about the future and being able to maintain the standards he has been living for two years.  We have two more Elders leaving in six weeks.  We felt impressed to share with them the story of Lot and his wife from the Old Testament.  It used to be just a story of a lady looking back and turning into a pillar of salt.   It probably goes a lot deeper than that.  It is conceivable that Lot and his wife left Sodom and were gone for some time, but she didn’t have the faith needed to change her life.  The friends, the activities, the social life of Sodom were not available in their new surroundings.  She was probably like the people in Lehi’s dream who were influenced by those in the great and spacious building.   And so she returned to Sodom and was destroyed with the people there.  We talked openly about the fact that returning missionaries are challenged.   A couple of incidents come to mind.  Legend has it that a man who was born and raised in Clinton, Utah returned from his mission and a few weeks later he was putting his skis in his car on a Sunday morning to head for the slopes.  The Bishop happened to observe this and came over to tell him to forget the skiing and get to Church.  This man is now an Emeritus member of the Quorum of the Seventy.  (If you want to know who he is I guess you can do some research.)  Fortunately he listened to his Bishop.   At work a man who had fallen into inactivity had a son who was pulled in by the ward members and served an honorable mission. He returned home and married in the temple.  The man said to me one day, “My daughter-in-law just doesn’t understand why my son wants to go hunting with me on Sunday.”  “We hunted for years on Sunday and it’s what he wants to do now.”  Unfortunately this young man, like Lot’s wife didn’t have the faith and courage to move forward as he knew he should. His desire was to return to his old ways.    For two years these young men haven’t had the challenge of a “Super Bowl Sunday.”  They haven’t had to choose which movies to watch or what music to listen to.  What friends to hang out with or what books to read.   Many never fasted for twenty-four hours, or paid fast offering before their missions.   Many never had a job that paid enough to make the payment of tithing a real sacrifice.  Some have never dated and this will be a new experience as they seek a mate.  Some will return to homes where church attendance, family prayer and other gospel centered activities are not the norm.  Many African missionaries don’t even have a home to return to. 
We will always remember these stalwart young men in our prayers.   Here in a third world country they have lived without a lot of luxuries but never complained.  They have walked through mounds of garbage and waded through the mud, been soaked by the rain and burned by the sun.  Ridden in crowded taxi’s.   Eaten pig noses, pigs feet, fish heads and a variety of other foods claiming they were all delicious.  They have taught people the gospel, witnessed miracles and had their prayer answered on numerous occasions.
When you pray each day for the missionaries in the field we hope you will also pray for and remember and reach out to those who have just returned home.  Please be sensitive to their needs as they move forward during one of the most challenging times of their lives.
Once again we express our appreciation for your faith and prayers on our behalf.  We feel of the strength of your united efforts.  The work moves forward here.  It moves at our Heavenly Father’s pace and according to His plan. Patience is the watch cry.
We remember you in our prayers each day.

Love Elder and Sister Wheatley

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Relief Society Birthday Celebration




 Three young adult Relief Society Sisters singing in a women's choir at the celebration.


Relief Society Sisters participating in a celebration game.


Our truck with the new canopy on the back.  Elder Wheatley is worried about how to transport the elders now - they won't all fit in the cab......and no more 'free rides' for anyone!





Weekly Letter:


April 19, 2013
Dear Family,
Recently, being prepared for tomorrow has been on my mind.  I often think of the people here and how they live from day to day.  Going to the market is part of the daily routine for most women.  They eat a lot of French bread here which they buy fresh both morning and night. The majority of the people have no way of storing food.  Since we live in a country where a rebellion could flare up at any time, we are supposed to have a week’s supply of food for us and the eight Elders in case they had to take refuge here.  It would be very difficult to feed eight young men on the storage we have. Things seem very peaceful right now.  The last civil war was in 2008.  If you follow the news you might have noticed that the government in the Central African Republic which borders this nation was recently taken over by a group of rebels.
What I notice most right now is a shortage of propane.  Many people have small hot plates that are fueled by propane.  The families own a propane bottle much like the one people use at home to fuel their barbeque grills (only much bigger, like the tanks they use to fuel forklifts).  We have six tanks, two for each apartment.  Finding replacements recently has been challenging.  Wherever they sell propane there will usually be a group of people standing round, waiting for a truck to deliver filled tanks.  These people will travel great distances carrying the container on their head or pushing it in a wheelbarrow.  If the store is out of refilled containers they will often sit outside and wait for hours hoping a truck will arrive to resupply the outlet.  We feel so sorry for them, at least we have a vehicle with which to go in search of propane.
The other day we just happened on a store where the truck had just arrived. People were flocking to the area.  As we secured a container and drove away we felt both happy and sad.  Happy that we now have three full spares and three in use that are good for several days, maybe even months.  Sad, knowing that the  full tanks will be gone in a matter of minutes and that someone will return home with an empty tank and adjust their diet to a meal that doesn’t need cooked, or back to cooking on charcoal outside on a 3-legged charcoal burner.
This city is very dependent on the shipment of food and hardware from the outside world - it must come from the sea or the air.  There are no good roads through the jungles to other supply outlets.  It is very apparent that the people who suffer the most if there were a crisis would be the rich who rely on the good things of life.  The poor would survive because they still know what plants are edible and could live off the land.  
Hopefully, as a family, we will never be too good to grow a garden and eat home canned fruits and vegetables, bake bread and pluck a chicken (just kidding).  We do need to take food storage and other essential items seriously.  But we also need to store what we use and use what we store. 
We had a good week, we were in a small store owned by a person from Portugual, and a man said, “Hello Elder” in English.  I was probably as surprised as he was.  This was a man from the Philippines who is working here in Pointe Noire. He indicated that he did not know the Church was established here.  He said he had been listening to the conference talks through the internet.  We gave him the address to the Church.  His Congolese driver indicated that he knew where the Church was.  He came to Church today. 
This week, we visited three families who haven’t been attending church.  We usually make banana bread to take as a gift.  Victor and Therese were baptized about a year ago.   The neighbors indicated that Victor was at work and Therese was at the market.  Their eight year old daughter, Dorcas, came ­­­­around the corner of the house just as we started to leave.  We were able to leave our banana bread with her and in our broken French, ask her to tell her parents we had come.  Therese was at Church today.  The next visit was to Claude and Nellie.  They were baptized before we arrived here in Pointe Noire.  They live out of town and finances are a very real challenge for their little family.  They often walk to church and then walk home - about five miles each way.  They live in a swamp in a small wooden home (in our country we might say shack but that seems a bad thing to say when it’s their home).  We arrived unannounced, and the children spotted us as we walked through some trees.   A ten year old daughter and two boys eight and six. They were home alone.  The boys entertained us for a few minutes doing somersaults and then played a game very much like Jax, only with small round stones.  We gave them the bread and a hug and walked back to our vehicle.  We were just backing away when Nellie appeared.  We got out and Sister Wheatley gave her a big hug.  We walked back to their home.  They brought out some benches.  Elder and Sister Wheatley sang “I am A Child of God” in English.  The children then sang it in French, so we must have sung it well enough for them to know what song it was!  We asked if we could have a prayer.  The children voted for Elder Wheatley.  We then gave them all hugs again and departed.  A simple visit but one we will always remember and cherish. We can always communicate through song and prayer.  We don’t have to understand the words because the spirit lets us know the meaning.  Claude was at Church today.   Yesterday we went with the Elders to visit Aimie and Georgette and their three daughters.  It would be more correct to say the Elders went with us.  Neither of them had been to their place.  This family was baptized about a year ago.  Shortly before their baptism they moved to the outskirts of town, where they erected a small home about 10ft by 10ft. We donated the Elders’ plywood sheet/ping pong table for a door at that time, because it wouldn’t fit into our little house.  It is on a hill overlooking a river.  It is so peaceful when compared to the hustle and bustle of the city.  We have enjoyed visiting them several times and have watched as they have added to the home and planted a garden.  We found Georgette sick with malaria.  She said she had been sick for several weeks, which is not unusual here with malaria.  The Elders shared a lesson on “Standing In Holy Places.”   We hope they understood that indeed their home is a place of holiness.  We asked Georgette if she would like to receive a Priesthood blessing, and she started to cry. It was very humbling.  Aimie holds the Priesthood, but is not yet an Elder, and this was probably the first Priesthood blessing their family has experienced.  It felt like a very sacred time during our visit and the blessing. They love to sing.  It’s amazing that their young daughters have several hymns of the Church memorized.  They have marked in their hymn books, many of their favorite hymns.  Georgette loves the hymns!
Even though it is difficult to communicate with our voices, we all know the effects of a hug, a smile, a song and a prayer.
We hope all is well.  Once again we thank you for your prayers.  What they said in a couple of the conference talks about the saints in Africa is so true.  Of course they give the positive stories of their faith and commitment.  The downside to culture in Africa, is that the wicked traditions of the fathers are slow to disappear, such as requiring dotes before marriage.   But we know that we have a Father in Heaven who is patient.  We are grateful he is patient with our faults, too.
We love you all.
Elder and Sister Wheatley