WHY WE LOVE THIS WORK SO MUCH !!

Meet eight of the sweetest and most wonderful of God's children here on earth. The seven sisters of the Kasavubu apartment, and their mission mom. This is what this work is all about.

These seven sisters all have individual stories, and to tell them would take inches and inches of column. All of them are wonderfully faithful, hard working, happy daughters of Heavenly Father. And when they teach, they teach with power and authority of the Holy Spirit.

On the back row, from left to right, you have Sister Douane, Sister Nutemba, Sister Shongo, Sister Kayembe (more about her in a minute) and Sister Livingstone. In the front, you have Sister Lengelo, Sister Kakonde and Sister Kakudji.

Sister Douane is from Ivory Coast. She is from a family of five children. Their parents were baptized in 1996, and currently three of their five children are serving full-time missions. An older brother is in the Ivory Coast Abidjian Mission; he started his mission in June 2007 when he and his younger brother, Elder Clay Douane who serves in our mission, entered the MTC together. Sister Douane arrived here in December 2008. She is so mature and great -- she will be a senior companion next month after having served only 5 months of her mission.

Sister Ntumba and Sister Kakonde arrived here together at the end of October 2008. We are now just able to get passports for them to go to the temple in Johannesburg, South Africa so they can receive the blessings of the temple. They have served 6 plus months now, only having gone to our mini-MTC here in Kinshasa instead of being able to go to the three week MTC in Ghana which they could have, if they had had their passports. Even without the full MTC training, they have wonderful testimonies.

Sister Shongo has a 1,000 watt smile, and lights up the room when she enters. She is a great teacher of the Gospel, always smiling, and has such a cute sense of humor. She speaks very, very little English compared to her companion, Sister Lengelo, who received a university degree in Chemistry and was teaching high school before she came on her mission. Last month we were driving all these sisters home in our SUV, singing church hymns for many minutes. Finally Sister Lengelo busted out her companionship cell phone and made about 5 calls to investigators, confirming appointments, etc. After the last of the calls, she gave instructions to Sister Shongo in machine gun fire order to list each appointment in her planner. After the last instruction, "Soeur Shongo, notez que nous avons un rendezvous a 17h00 avec Frere Felix" (Sister Shongo, write down that we have an appointment with Felix at 5 pm), Sister Shongo very innocently and sweetly said, in her limited English, "Yes, my sister." We all burst out laughing -- even Sister Lengelo.

Here in Kinshasa, water is sporadic and electricity worse. It's not common for apartments to be without water for a day or two, and electricity is 50 - 50 at any time. Each apartment has a big 800 litre plastic tank which they fill up whenever the water runs. Each missionary receives two big plastic pails when they arrive -- one to wash their clothes in, and the other to rinse their clothes in. Each morning or second morning, they do a batch of their laundry and hang it out to dry. No washing maches in their apartments, and no laundromats to use -- just good old fashionned scrubbing and rinsing. But no complaints!!

In Kinshasa, we do not have "LG natural gas tank stoves" and electricity is problematic, so each meal is cooked in a brazier, over charcoal. It takes two or three braziers to do a meal, just like we would use two or three burners on a stove. When the charcoal has been used for cooking, a lot of it is put into irons, which heats the iron so they can iron their clothes. But they always look sharp and clean!!

Well, this is not a shoe store -- just outside the front door. Because 95% of the streets here are sand/dirt, you would track a lot of it inside. So line up the shoes outside. When I see all the dirt outside, I shudder to think how much dirt we must track into our carpeted American homes, even though we think we don't bring that much inside.

No article on sisters would be complete without a picture of somebody's hair. They all wear wigs or "extensions", as their hair is naturally very tightly curly and very short. In the picture below, you can see some of the sisters with their natural hair, before they put on wigs. If you have extensions woven into your hair, like above, you keep them there for about two weeks.

Here are the sisters of the PetroCongo apartment, on the other side of Kinshasa, together with Sister Kayembe. We were out collecting the two sister who would be released this day, and so drove around to the two apartments -- about 45 minutes from each other.

The two sisters at the left and right side of the back row were being released this day after 18 months of wonderful service. The sisters are as follows:

Back row -- Sister Kayembe (being released), Sister Ngoyi, Sister Livingstone, Sister Banza and Sister Besolo (also being released).

Front row -- Sister Mbessi-Iloki and Siser Gah.

It would hard to find two more marvelous sister missionaries than Sisters Kayembe and Besolo.

Each of them was engaged before their mission (not an uncommon thing here). Sister Kayembe's fiance had started serving a mission in Zimbabwe 6 months before she started her mission, and Sister Besolo's fiance was baptized a member of the church in 2006. He is a student at a university in Lubumbashi, and every time we go there for a zone conference, Frere Ruffin always comes to the Stake Center to give us a 15 pound package of some kind of food (often a little smelly) to bring back to Sister Besolo. There were so many times I was tempted to say we couldn't do it, but when you saw the love in his eyes for both the Gospel and his finance, we melted and gave in.

Sister Kayembe's family have been members for many years. There are 11 children. We haven't met all of them, but she has a little brother called Kennedy who has taught himself to play the piano and organ, and is the organist for the stake conferences in Lubumbashi. When we were there in March, he accompanied the great choir, as well as playing for the congregation. Between the 2nd and 3rd verses of the songs, he would rip off some great interlude, like an organist on the organ in the Conference Center in Salt Lake City.

The day of her release, when I asked her to share some memories of her mission and people that she taught, Sister Kayembe pulled out her mission journal. She humbly noted that she and her companions had taught 54 people who joined the church. She said that 53 of them were very active in the church. I asked her how did she know this. She said, "President, I write them letters, or I call them from a phone cabine (not using her missionary cell phone) to encourage them, talk to them, see what they are learning in church. I want them so much to be active, strong members of the church."

Sister Besolo is the only member of her family who is a member of the church. In fact, she was not able to live with her parents -- I think one or both of them have passed away. She did live with her uncle, Pres. Iyomi, who is the president of the Kinshasa Stake. She served so well in every area that she served, and is the petite-est person you have every met. But in that little package, there is a great big heart that loves the Lord and teaches about Him wherever she will go.

We will miss the two of them so much. Like our other African missionaries, our contact with them will be pretty limited. Nobody has home computers, and there is no widely available internet. We hope to be able to come back to see them every so often, but will miss them terribly. And we will always be grateful for what we learned from them.

Love to all - Don and Marsha

WHAT $ 20 BUYS FOR PRODUCE -- OR WHAT I WON'T GIVE FOR A GOOD SALAD

What I wouldn't give for a good salad. Some fruits and vegetables are dirt cheap, and very delicious. If you're a lover of avocados, mangos, papayas and pineapples, this is the place!! The other day I bought 17 large avocados for 3,000 francs -- about $ 3.75. Guacamole heaven !!

But if it has to be imported, watch out. You're looking at $ 12 of lettuce, and worth every penny of it if you are dying for a salad. Carrots have to be brought in from South Africa -- for some reason carrots here don't do very well. We love to serve a dish with a bed of rice, steamed carrots, cauliflower and broccoli, with melted cheese on top. Carrots run about $ 4 a pound, so here's $ 10 of carrots. You don't care about the price -- you're just happy that they have them.

When we get home, watch out, Costco. We'll clean out the vegetable section first trip. Remember those packages of 6 heads of romaine lettuce for less than $ 3 a bag -- I'll take 10, please!! No questions asked. And we won't have to wash them in bleach water when we get home!! Hooray.

HOUSE RULES !!

One of the hotels we stay in during our trips of the HOTEL KA-BE-DELUXE in Mbuji-Mayi. By the time we get there, usually we have been on the road for 5 days to Luputa and have stayed in the monastery at Luputa for three days.

So in actuality, the KA-BE-DELUXE feels pretty good because there is a 50% chance of power, the water is in your bathroom (in pails) and a few other amenities (including a small casino, which always power even if the hotel rooms don't -- priorities, you know).

But some of the posted rules are pretty interesting.

Look at # 10 -- "The Hotel firmly prohibits breeding pets in Hotel rooms." Thank heavens -- although we have seen goats in some pretty interesting places, including getting checked in as luggage on some of the flights we take. I don't mind them being checked in as luggage, but last trip in Brazzaville, one of them decided to pee on the concrete floor right next to where we were standing. I didn't realize goats' bladders were that gigantic.

Gotta love # 15 -- "If the guest doesn't know to swim in the swimming pool, the hotel is not responsible when an accident happens to him." Based upon our experiences in baptisms, most Africans don't want to go under the water. They stiffen up like boards and if the person doesn't the baptism is not careful, it will take 2 or 3 times to get the person fully immersed.

Happy lodging at the Hotel KA-BE-DELUXE.

Don and Marsha

BOYS AND THEIR TOYS

Look at the smiles on these guys!! That's because they've got a hot new toy that they've made -- a street racing car. Make your car, get a pushing stick, and set up races with your best friends that have made their own cars.

So -- gather up a bunch of sardine cans (the yellow and red "cockpit"), get some sticks and somewhat to attach all the body together, add some wheels that you've made, and bingo, you've created an Indy 500 racer. Get a pushing stick and you can have races with your friends. Isn't it great the imagination that kids have, all other the world??

GOODBYE, DEAR FRIEND !!

An old friend has passed on!! And we are so sad!! You get attached to someone that you spend over 100 hours with. And it's hard to just toss it aside. We thought about cremating it, but that didn't seem right. So good-bye old friend, and thanks for all the pleasant memories you gave while waiting for late airplanes, for a mental health break every so often. Rest in Peace, and know that your "Fiendish" puzzles were exactly that.

SO, WHAT IS FOR DINNER TONIGHT ???

This cute boy chased my car when I left the compound and when I returned to try to encourge me to buy this Green salamander for my dinner tonight. The guards assured me that they had eaten salamander before and that it was delicious and that I really ought to purchase this guy for dinner. Even though he was green and it IS Saint Patrick's day, I chose not to do it.

LUPUTA TOUR IV--THE THRILL CONTINUES

When we arrive in Luputa, all the neighborhood kids show up--there is a primary school in the building next door and I'm not sure what kind of discipline they have, because the kids just burst out of the school and come to "play" with us! ! We do all sorts of song and action plays. We did the Hokey-Pokey and they loved it! ! Head-shoulders-knees and toes, going on a bear hunt, etc. etc. It was tons of fun, but we were sweating up a storm when we finished! ! !

If President Livingstone were posting this, he would be showing you the roads with all the small lakes that we went through, etc. and all the crazy detours we had to take and how rough the road wasl. I choose to show you what the countryside looks like. Lots of little villages with huts and lush foilage. This is truly what you think of when you think of Africa.

Elder and Sister Moon go with us to Luputa to check to see how the water project is doing.

Sr. Moon, “I just love this ride—to bump along and see the country side and the people, etc.” I don’t think it’s Elder's Moon favorite thing, but she loves it. He spent much of the time doing calculations of water flow and water pressure, etc. He is one brilliant guy! ! !

OUR NEW MISSIONARIES AND ZONE CONFERENCE

Here are a couple of our sister missionaries. Sometimes they can be a little pouty, but they seem to get the work done! !

Here are the assistants to the President! ! Aren't they cute???

Here we are at the last zone conference. We have just tried to embrace all of the customs here and help the missionaries remember their culture! ! !

JUST KIDDING! ! ! They are opening a new hotel across the street and these dancers were there to entertain and draw attention to the new facility. I went to take a photo of them dancing and they wanted me to pay them for the privilege of taking their photo, but I finally got to talk to the "head honcho" and bargained with him . He agreed that for the price of a copy of the photo, I could take a "group shot"! ! I gave him a 8x10, then gave little wallet sized for all of the dancers. They are a great group. I wish they would have let me take some photos of their individual costumes--they were amazing with animal skins and body paint and interesting things on their legs and around their middles. Maybe next time.

Enjoy this little taste of Africa! ! !

MORE HEROS OF OUR MISSION

Like said in an earlier blog, we're not given to "hero worship". But if we were, here are two couples that would be high on the list -- Bill and Annette Moon, and Farrell and Marilyn Barlow.Here are Brother and Sister Moon -- Bill and Annette. We have had some interesting intersections in our lives with them. Marsha taught Sister Moon as a Laurel many years ago when her family and we moved into Ygnacio Valley Ward in Walnut Creek in 1968. Thereafter Annette married a young man from YV Ward, and had a little boy. Unfortunately he was killed in an accident in December 1973, leaving her as a young widow.

She went back to BYU, and eventually met a handsome man named William Moon. They fell in love and were married, and eventually had a family of 8 children -- his, hers and ours. They lived in the San Francisco Bay Area for years, where Bill was an extremely successful pioneer in Silicon Valley. In the 1990's, we both moved into houses in the Riverbottom in Provo in the same ward. They have blessed lives of people wherever they have lived, and our ward in Provo was no exception. Eventually Bill was a councilor in the bishopric and Annette was Stake Relief Society President (for you non LDS church members, this means that she and two other women were responsible for overseeing a church organization for roughly 1,000 ladies that lived in 13 congregations in our neighborhood).

Eventually Bill got tired of commuting to Silicon Valley weekly and retired. He has the most amazing mechanical aptitude, and can literally fix anything. Annette specializes in fixing people's souls with her never ending attitude of service and happiness. They sold their large home several years ago and moved into a condo to get ready for a post-career lifetime of service to others. Within three weeks, Bill was called into the bishopric of his new ward -- a great testament to his ability to serve others spiritually.

Meanwhile, here we were in the Congo with a pressing need to find a new couple to work with us in the office of the mission, to replace the wonderful office couple, Bro. and Sister Thomas who were to be released at the end of March 2008. We were getting desparate and praying for guidance on whom to recruit, since the Church Missionary Department was having trouble finding anyone who would volunteer to come here.

Marsha felt inspired to call the Moons in mid December 2007 and ask them, "How'd you like to spend 18 months in the Congo as missionaries?" Annette's response was, "Gee, we'd love to do that but Bill has some business complications right now that really preclude us from doing that." We felt that the Moon's would be the perfect replacements for the Thomas's, and were really sad that apparently they couldn't come.

One day Marsha was reading emails and screamed a shout of joy and yelled, "Come read this!!!" It was an email from Annette saying,"I can't believe that we are doing this, but we are now able to come and would love to serve a mission." Heavenly Father had opened doors in a miraculous way, and closed others similarly, to where they could now come. Even so, there were more obstacles that seemed to get tossed in their path, but with their faith and prayers and Heavenly Father's help, each problem was resolved and in early March they entered the Missionary Training Center in Provo, and arrived here March 13th.

Because Bill can fix anything, I told him to go down and buy out Home Depot -- bring two of everything. So he arrived with 12 bags of luggage -- many of them portable power tools -- 4 drills, saws, sawzalls, etc. and 8 batteries (something no one in the Congo has ever seen), clamps, fasteners, screws, bits, wrenches, hammers, screwdrivers -- you name it. (A big thanks to Karl Smith, a non-member of the church in Provo, who bought the Moon's large home and gave a substantial gift to defray the cost of all the tools.)

What have they done -- maybe more like -- what haven't they done since they arrived. When they had been here 9 months, I sent an email about them to one of their children in the U.S. Here are some condensed thoughts from that email:

1 They run one of the most efficient and effective mission offices in the church. Other missions have 3 or 4 couples to do what they do. The secret -- they're very organized, and they often stay and work until 10 or 11 at night.

2. They teach an English class to 30 to 40 people for 2 hours every Wednesday night, and they make it fun with songs, Gospel teachings and dancing the Hokey-Pokey. You haven't seen "moves" until you see them "shake it all about".

3. Bill can, and has fixed everything, from $ 150,000 lasik surgery microscopes to 50 year old devices in hospitals. If the hospitals had their way, he would just spend 40 hours a week helping them to get their equipment to run correctly. Anything that breaks in the office, he's on it, and fixes it.

4. They have obtained many referrals and done a wonderful job teaching the lessons to some people in English.

5. Helping in their ward -- Annette is the ward music director and Bill does everything -- even offering prayers in French on 2 minutes' notice. See the post about the Kasavubu Ward Christmas party to see one of the many ways they have helped.

6. Putting up with the archaic banking system and fledgling Church Temporal Affairs operations here. You have to have the patience of Job, or of Bill and Annette, to do that.

7. Smiling and influencing everyone for good.

8. Being great friends to the other senior couples and Eustache and Pascal in our office.

The list could go on and on, but you get the idea.


These other heros were here when we arrived and unfortunately (for us) finished their mission in October 2008. More correctly, they finished their mission in September 2008, but willingly stayed on an extra 3 - 4 weeks so they could help orientate their replacement couple as Humanitarian Directors for the Church in the DR Congo.

Meet Farrell and Marilyn Barlow from Salt Lake City. In December 2006 when we were called, the Program Director at the BYU Center for Entrepreneurship, Linda Rich, said, "I've got a cousin going to the DR Congo Kinshasa Mission -- my cousin, Marilyn." Knowing anyone with genes like Linda's would be terrific, we were excited to meet the Barlows and work with them.

What a great couple. They took their little Isuzu pickup truck all over Kinshasa, into places where few would venture, to scout out and then provide Humanitarian Aid projects for the Congolese people. In Humanitarian Aid, the church deliberately stays away from projects that would appear to help members of the church. Humanitarian projects are chosen to benefit the people of the country, without regard to age, gender, religion or any other factor.

What helped the Barlows to be the fabulous success that they were is the unique combination of their skills and talents. Sister Barlow never met a project that could help people that she didn't like. Many times she would start investigating and then campaigning for a project over Bro. Barlow's reservations. With persistence and vision, she would win him over. Then he would use his unique ability to gain the confidence of complete strangers to initiate, plan, perform and evaluate the projects. Sister Barlow's many years of skills as first a nurse and then a training program supervisor for a large group of hospitals and a healthcare HMO were invaluable in working as a team with Bro. Barlow.

The list of their projects goes on and on. Water projects -- wells, and the largest water project undertaken by the church (to bring clean water from a set of springs in the hills over 30 miles to communities of roughly 175,000 people); wheelchairs for the handicapped; health and sanitation informaton and training programs for communities; mattresses and other materials for a community of 10,000 or so homeless people; aid to orphanages; neo-natal training for doctors and nurses; vision care projects; materials for hospitals; and many more that we've forgotten.

They have a terrific blog which modestly lists their accomplishments and their 18 months in the Congo. Go to barlowsinthedrcongo.blogspot.com, and enjoy.

Although they are now back in Utah, their influence is still felt here. They were wonderful people who exhibited the best of caring for others with no thought of themselves. And a great inspiration and example to all of us.

There are so many people like these two couples in the world. We need all of them. We need more of them. Look into your heart as you get to position where you might be able to serve. It won't be convenient or easy. With the current economic climate, you may think that you can't do it. In reality, you can't afford not to do it. Instead of seeing all the reasons "why not", just think about "why - yes". You can do it. And like these two great couples, you will leave the world a much better place, and you will grow so much yourself.

Don and Marsha

GREAT MISSIONARIES

What a joy to be with missionaries. They are so wonderful in so many ways. There are times when you'd like to grab a couple of them around the neck and either squeeze very hard or shake them violently -- but these are the 2 or 3 % that haven't glimpsed yet how great they truly can be.

And when they get that vision, they are tremendous. For the first four months of 2009, we are reading the Book of Mormon together as a mission. We prepared a schedule for them which if they will follow and read between 5 and 7 pages a day, they will finish the Book of Mormon at the end of April. In our zone conferences, we are asking each of them to share a scripture that has touched them in some way from the pages they are reading.

Here's the Lubumbashi zone. Last Friday, we just had a marvelous experience for two hours as each of them shared their scripture and why they love it. These missionaries are great because they are serving about 1,000 miles away from the mission headquarters, and I can only get to see them every six weeks. They serve faithfully and are going great. The Sunday before, they had baptized 16 people -- a great harvest of souls for the Lord.

Now a story about two missionaries that brought tears to my eyes. In early January we went across the Congo River to Brazzaville for a Zone Conference there with the 14 missionaries. When it rains here, it really comes down -- in just sheets of water. The result is what you see here -- the road on the way to the building in Brazzaville where we hold our Zone Conferences. As you can tell, it isn't raining today -- this is just the accumulation of the last couple of days of rain. The road has disappeared. There are no sidewalks. Pedestrians are reduced to walking alongside the wall on the left.

The day I did interviews in the afternoon, it started to rain like crazy halfway through the interviews. I had scheduled the missionaries to arrive on 30 minute intervals, giving me 15 - 20 minutes with each missionary to discuss their mission, how they are doing, what I might do to help them, etc. When it started to rain like crazy, I thought that now I would have a time with no interviews, since who would go out in a rainstorm like this.

I was wrong -- as it started to let up ever so slightly, I ventured out of the building and onto the road. There, about 50 meters away, I spotted two missionaries -- Elder Mukamb and Bro. Moselle (a ward missionary who is helping out while we are uneven numbers at the moment), walking towards the building. In their bare feet, with their pant legs rolled up, carrying their shoes so they wouldn't get wet. When they arrived their clothing was soaked, but their shoes and socks were dry. They quickly rubbed their feet with the standing water on the paved stones in front of the building to get rid of the mud, put on their socks and shoes, and came for their interviews.

I just sat by the side of each of them with my arm around their shoulder as we had our interviews. My clothing got soaked as well, but how could you not love them!!! I wish that I had had a camera and had been able to catch the picture of these two elders, resolutely walking in their bare feet, pant legs rolled up, coming for their interview.

In the last picture in this posting, Elder Mukamb and Elder Moselle are on either side of Sister Livingstone. (Somehow I have misposted the Brazzaville picture so it is the last picture and I don't know how to change its position.)

OK -- here are the six noble missionaries who went to Likasi to open that city for missionary work in December 2008. In front kneeling down are Elders Tshibangu and Kalulambi. The four young missionaries on the back row are from left to right, Elders Okiery, Kisala, Poutance and Mbambu. Elders Okiery and Poutance are the two Asistants -- you can read about them in another posting today. The senior couple are Bro. and Sister Motshikana. We wrote about them in an earlier blog -- they are a wonderful African senior couple that some of you are helping to support (if others would like to also help support them, send me an email at deadrok@gmail.com and we'll tell you how to do it).

So once again, here's the Brazzaville Zone. Elders Mukamb and Moselle, the "walk in the rain and carry your shoes missionaries", are on either side of Sister Livingstone. Sadly, we are missing one set of missionaries from this picture. Elder Mavambu, the leader of the missionaries serving in Brazzaville, had been seriously ill for several weeks, and the doctors had been desparately trying to diagnose his problem. On the day of the conference we found out that he has tuberculosis, so we brought him back across the Congo River with us at the end of the day and had him admitted to the hospital, where he has been for the last 10 days. I visit him often and he is doing much better. Tuberculosis is one of those things that you don't think exists in the world anymore, but nearly everyone here carries the TB virus in some form, and if their health gets run down, the virus becomes active. I saw him today at the hospital and he is doing much much better (and I hope that I haven't caught the virus).

Love to all - Don and Marsha

ON THE ROAD TO LIKASI -- OR MANDALAY -- OR WHEREVER

OK - OK -- so it's a bad title for a blog. "On the Road to Mandalay" was an old Bob Hope - Bing Crosby movie-- seems like it was pretty decent in its day. I was searching for a title and this is the best my tired old brain could do.

One thing they didn't have in any of the Hope - Crosby movies was a statue like this, which is in the main roundabout in Likasi. It honors Congolese women. And well they should be honored. The women here are incredible -- they do almost all of the work, all of the nurturing of their families. One of the hardest things to teach men here is that they can't hide behind the traditional responsibility of "protecting their family" anymore. They need to get out and be bread winners and providers, and not just sit under a tree and play checkers or talk and drink beer all day, waiting to "protect their family". Fortunately, the "Proclamation to the World on the Family" issued by the leaders of the church in 1995 clearly defines the God-inspired roles of husbands and wives as equal partners in their families, and the goals to be eternal families as well.

And fortunately, nearly all Congolese women are now completely dressed and not like the woman so gracefully reposing in the statue.

For the rest of this blog, we're going to take you along the road from Lubumbashi to Likasi, which is the best road in all of Congo. Except for about 15 tooth-rattling miles, it is a hard-surfaced two lane road of 100 miles, smooth and capable of high speed travel.

Except that high speed travel can be dangerous. The roads are littered with the wrecks of accidents, and mechanical failures. Nothing here is really maintained -- it is just used and abused until it doesn't work anymore. The end result are some really interesting pictures. We could have shown you the car pictures, but the pictures of trucks are far more graphic and fun to see. So here goes.

With all the potholes and unsurfaced stretches of roads, if you don't maintain your truck (car), sooner or later your suspension is going to fail, or a wheel rolls off. Several weeks ago I was driving east of Kinshasa when I noticed a car about 100 meters in front of me coming in my direction, vere (spelling?) across my lane and into the ditch. Meanwhile, half the front axle, still connected to the left front tire, came bouncing down the road towards me. I slammed on the brakes and waited to see which direction I should try to use as an escape route. Fortunately the tire/axle careened into the ditch about 30 meters short of my SUV.

Don't know what happened when this truck lost its left front tire or had a suspension failure, but the resulting swerve across the road and into the ditch in our lane must have been pretty interesting.
Most trucks are used/abused until they die. This veteran has seen a lot of wear and tear on its bed. Notice the rear axle. It's supposed to have dual tires, but when the tires wear out or whatever, they just take that tire off and run with a single tire instead of dual tires on the rear axle. And then they overload the truck terribly, so that blowouts and flat tires are very common. When the tire blows, the BANG! is deafining, and the resultant lurching to a stop is always interesting. You just hope you are not next to or close to the truck.

When someone breaks down, they don't carry "warning reflective triangles", but rather just put several clumps of grass on the road that warn you there is trouble ahead. Often the clumps of grass are hard to see. This poor truck here actually didn't see the clump of grass for another truck on the road, with the resulting accident that disabled this truck. But at least he now has put out a clump of grass to indicate that he is broken down in some fashion.

OUCH -- this is the front of the truck in the prior picture. When we were going to Likasi early in the morning, we actually saw the truck that had been stalled on the road and which this truck had rear-ended. The cab of the "rear-ender" was just demolished. We hope that no one was too badly hurt.

Because the trucks generally are so old, they usually aren't worthy of repairing. So they are just pulled off the road, and the parts scavengers arrive and only leave the frame and metal cabs, like this accident victim here.

So driving is always an adventure, and you hope that there are no serious problems that would interrupt your trip and force you to stay overnight along the way. As far as we can tell, this is the only hotel on the road between Lubumbashi and Likasi, and in all honesty, we would prefer not to have to stay here.

So there you have another little slice of life in the Congo. We don't post these for sympathy -- just for your information, and want you to know that we love these people with all our hearts. Their life here is so challenging in relation to what our life is, and yet for the most part they are very honest and God-fearing people. And when the Gospel comes into their lives, they are incredible.

Don and Marsha

OUR WONDERFUL ASSISTANTS

No mission president could ever come close to fulfilling his responsibilities without two wonderful young "Assistants to the President." These are two young missionaries who, by their dedication and service, and most importantly their willingness to be spiritually led, have proven that they can be entrusted with significant responsibilities to supervise and work with the other young missionaries. I generally have our Assistants serve for a period of six months, and often call them after they have served the first 12 - 14 months of their mission. This means that they will be released from this responsibility and have the opportunity to serve for the last 4 - 6 months of their mission again as "ordinary missionaries", if there truly is such a thing. We think virtually all of our missionaries are truly "extraordinary missionaries", and they really are. So let us introduce you to our two Assistants who are presently serving.

Both of them come from Brazzaville, across the river. And we didn't know it until after Elder Okiery was called in November (Elder Poutance had been called in October 2008) that they are cousins.

Elder Okiery on the left, arrived in July 2007, just 4 days after we arrived. He has been a wonderful missionary, very humble, obedient and hard working. He arrived when he was 19 years old, which is very unusual for our mission. Although most male missionaries in the church start to serve when they are 19, our usual pattern here is that they start when they are 22 - 23 - 24. So to many missionaries, Elder Okiery was just a kid, and they tended to give him a hard time about his age.

But no one has served better than Elder Okiery. He became a senior companion when he had been out 5 months, charged with training a new missionary. His parents are not members of the church. When he had been out 10 months, his father sent him a letter asking him to ask to be released after one year, so he could re-enter university. I called his dad, told him what a great missionary his son was, and promised the father that if he would allow his son the privilege to serve a second year, he would grow as a man and a person in ways that he could never do, attending university. The father quickly relented, much to the relief of Elder Okiery and myself.

On the right is Elder Poutance, who arrived in September 2007, three months after Elder Okiery. He is older, having arrived in the mission at the age of 24. For several years he had worked in an office position for the Brazzaville police force, and had to quit his position to come on a mission. Whether he will be able to regain it when he returns home after his mission is problematic. We hope that he can, but experience has proven to us that most missionaries are not able to go back to their old jobs. A good job is very hard to find, and there aren't many openings. His parents are not members of the church, either.

Both of these elders became members of the church in 2001-02, and served in many church callings while they were saving the money for their mission. Their families don't understand all about a mission, and both of them can hardly wait to get home to teach their families again the restored Gospel.

The Assistants really work hard. They travel throughout the mission, working with the various teams of missionaries, helping to train them, evaluate their progress, etc. Each week when they are in town, we have a meeting for 2 hours or so on Tuesday morning in which we discuss what is happening, what problems are arising and how we might resolve them. Each six weeks, we have a "transfer day" in which up to 25 - 30% of the missionaries in the mission switch companionships or areas to being working with another companion, perhaps in a new area. Their input is vital to the final decisions that I make, although the final decisions only come after long hours of prayer and contemplation.

This picture was taken on Saturday on the way back from Lubumbashi to Kinshasa. They had gone down the previous Saturday morning, and worked for half to a full day with each of the seven missionary companionships in Lubumashi. Additionally they had traveled with Sister Livingstone and I when we went to Likasi to have a meeting with the missionaries there. (See a separate blog for that.) Each morning they were up at 5 or 5:30, and for the most part they slept on the tiled floors of the various missionary apartments where they stayed. It's a hard tough calling to fulfill, but they do their best.

Saturday morning, we were up at 5:30 to catch a plane flight back to Kinshasa. As luck would have it, the plane was late (as always), and they were dog tired. We looked across the aisle at them, and Marsha gave me a nudge. "Take a picture quick!", I urged her.

Don't they look darling -- tired as can be, but great young men. We love them with all our heart.

Our love to all of you -- Don and Marsha

COME ALONG TO BANGUI !!!

Get out your atlas and look up the Central African Republic for this post. It's a landlocked country in the middle of central Africa (ingenious how they named their country). It's capital city, Bangui, has been in the news quite a bit lately associated with a trial in the World Court in The Hague. In 2002, a general in the DR Congo army, Jean Pierre Bemba, sent his troops across the river to Bangui to rape, pillage, loot and kill indiscriminately.

Bemba fled Congo in 2007 when his troops lost out in a power struggle with the existing President and the regular army. When he ventured out of Portugal where he had asylum and into Belgium, he was arrested and tried this past week for the atrocities. The court will render its verdict in 60 days. Everyone in Bangui is hoping for a "Guilty" verdict, as they said that the atrocities were incredible.

The church came to Bangui in the early 1990's through a senior missionary couple. Two branches were organized in the mid 1990's, but when a civil war broke out, the couple left and there has been no work there since then. The two branches eventually dwindled down into one. They have not been visited regularly by any church leaders.

I tried to rationalize not going to Bangui for several reasons. Everytime, the Lord gently reminded me of Jonah and Ninevah. I tried to find a companion to go on the trip, but all the church employees here and several other candidates all quickly said, "Thanks, but no thanks." Reading the U.S. State Department travel warning is good evidence of their reasons. But Sister Livingstone, that brave and incredible companion, declared, "Well, I'm not going to let you go there by yourself." So we packed our "camping out" gear, and off it was to Bangui.

The city is relatively gentle, and there are sections of downtown with office buildings that are pretty decent by comparison to other places we go. In reflection after visiting Bangui, it's certainly no worse than some of the cities where we have districts or branches in the Central Congo.

The above street scene is on the street where the church's chapel is located. A lot of dirt, dust, people walking, ancient vehicles (many of which don't work) and typical dwellings in Africa.


We stayed at the Hotel Central. Tripadvisor.com had a visitor's comments "#1 in Bangui -- only because there are no other options".

From this picture, you see that at one time this was a modern facility. The courtyard had palm trees and other landscaping. Even had a swimming pool. Darn -- we forgot our swimsuits. (But we wouldn't have ventured in, in any event.) There was lots of young people who used the pool in the afternoon. Note the gardener up in the palm tree, whacking down fronds with his machete.

Unfortunately, all was not modern in Hotel Central. Electricity is optional. It was operating when we checked in during the middle of the day. But we came back from our meetings to find the lobby area quite dark. The power needs of the city overpower the supply system in the evening, so there are extended blackouts for 4 - 5 hours.

Trying to find our room in the hallway, lit by only one candle, was an experience in braille reading. One candle for a hallway of about 140 feet.

Once inside our room, Marsha rummaged around and found her trusty headlamp. The next step was to find some food. Hooray -- here's some beef jerky that we brought over when we came. At least we won't starve.

More rummaging produced a loaf of bread we had carried with us, a jar of peanut butter and a jar of jam. So it was gourmet dining of PBJ's for dinner. Here Marsha is eating by the illumation of my flashlight shining over towards her.

After a meal of PBJ's, jerky and some dried fruits and nuts, it was time to read by the trusty headlight for a couple of hours. The power usually came back on just as we were going to bed.

One thing about Africa is that we have BIGGG mosquitos. Before you fall asleep you hear them buzzing around you, trying to figure out where the veins and arteries are, before they strike. This one ventured into the bathroom the next morning as I was dressing. I smushed him against the mirror and "got him". But not before he had gotten one of us. Look at the blood on the mirror!!

The chapel in Bangui is an old home. A wall between the living room and another room was knocked out, so we can hold about 60 or 70 in a large room for sacrament service. There aren't too many rooms to teach classes in, however. This building is getting very old and we will have to invest some money to either upgrade/repair it, or move to another location.

Sunday morning, and here come the members for the beginning of church services. Three cute, cute young children. You'll see them in the next picture.

Here they are, all ready for Primary. Because there aren't enough rooms for classes, Primary is held outside under a tree.

I received an application for a man to serve a mission from the Bangui branch about a year ago. Because of difficulties in getting there, he has been waiting patiently for his interview, and for some additional medical things to be done. Here is the future missionary -- Bro. Ferdinand LaGuerre -- he is 26 and will be the first missionary from this country in many, many years.

The faith of these people is amazing. And the stories of their life are even more so. The sister on the left is the Primary president. She was from Bangui originally, but had moved to Kinshasa where she married a man and had 4 children. He was killed in an accident at the airport, and her in-laws immediately evicted her and the 4 children from where they were living and took over the house. (This is a very common thing -- a widow has no rights.) She was forced to come back to Bangui to live with her family. She became a member of the church several years ago and now is trying to make a living by sewing and selling dresses. She would love to get a new peddle sewing machine, which would help her ability to support her family.

The sister on the right is the first counselor in the Relief Society (women's) organization. The president has been on a trip for a number of months. This sister is doing the work of about 5 people in administering and making sure that Relief Society is working well to sustain and support the women in the branch. Many times she has to conduct, teach the lesson, etc. But fortunately for her, Sister Livingstone came, so she turned the whole lesson period over to Marsha. This great companion who could hardly speak French when she arrived took all 40 minutes and taught them about the family.

The church has sent the members the DVD's of General Conference, etc., but they have nothing to show them on. At one time, they had a TV set and a VCR player, but thieves broke into the chapel and stole them. We had brought a computer projector with us, and the branch president said he had a portable generator that he could bring to the chapel. So on Monday afternoon (the only planes in and out are on Saturday and Tuesday, so we were available), we showed them several talks from April 2008 General Conference. They were fascinated with the images and sounds of the conference from the Conference Center. Can you imagine how hard it is for them to relate to that beautiful building which seats 21,000 people, with its massive organ (they don't even have an electronic keyboard), and the Tabernacle Choir? They were transfixed as they watched the talk of Pres. Monson and several others.

The talks were great, but there were two wonderful spiritual experiences with them. The first was that after a talk by Pres. Monson, I let the DVD continue to run and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sang one of the church's hymns. The members opened up their hymnbooks, found the song, and sang along with the Tabernacle Choir. After that song, they wanted to sing more with the Choir. So we played three or four more hymns that the Choir sang, and they sang along with great joy. Even followed all the key changes that Mack Wilberg builds into all of his magnificent arrangements of the hymns.

The other experience was the "Solemn Assembly" proceedings. For you non LDS friends, the President of our church is sustained as a prophet, as we believe that he receives revelations from God for our day. The previous prophet of the church, Gordon B. Hinckley, had passed away in January 2008, and in the April 2008 Conference, we had the privilege of individually standing and raising our hand to indicate our support / sustaining of the new President and Prophet, Thomas S. Monson. So I showed them this portion of Conference, and as each group of individuals, based on our age, gender and church callings was asked to stand and indicate our support, the members of the Bangui branch stood two or three at a time, and raised their arm to the square and sustained Pres. Monson, all with big smiles on their faces. Afterwards, those who remained gathered for a picture.

Here is another "tender mercy" that we learned during our trip -- the wonderful branch president, Roger Langue.

Pres. Langue was born and raised in Bangui, but went to university in the early 1980's in Strausborg, France to attend law school. While there, he met the missionaries and he and his family became members of the church. After receiving his degree he moved to Washington D.C. and practiced there for several years, but eventually knew that he had to return to Bangui.

He serves in the Cabinet of the country as a Special Advisor to the President. His vehicle (the only one among the members) is a 15 year old SUV that shows its age, but he has "PR" license plates indicating he is associated with the President and gets deferrance from the police (always an important thing to receive in Africa).

In doing the annual audit of the church financial records (we are "full service" visitors when we travel to distant locations), I noted his faithfulness in paying his tithing. A tithe to a member of the church is 10% of our gross income. I asked him if he paid a full and honest tithing, and he happily answered that he did.

Here's the real part of the story. I noted that when he paid his tithing each month, he also gave other amounts equal to roughly another 20% of his income to other possible areas of the church, such as Temple Construction, Humanitarian Aid, the General Missionary program of the church, and his local branch missionary fund, and other causes, including the Fast Offering Fund -- a fund where we fast from two meals each month and contribute the money we would have used for these meals to provide food, clothing and other needs for members of our church units.

I marveled at the faith of this man. Here he is in the middle of Africa. He attended the Swiss Temple when he was in France, and the Washington D.C. temple while there, but has not had the privilege to go to a temple for many years. There will probably never ever be a temple close to him in Africa, although we hope to have one in Kinshasa in the near future. But he is giving money to support the building of temples in other lands.

His country is one of the poorest in the world, and yet he is giving money to support Humanitarian Aid that the church provides when there are natural disasters or other needs elsewhere in the world. How great his faith is -- how great his willingness to share what he has with others.

When we go to places like Bangui, we hope and pray that we can bring the Spirit of the Lord with us and teach them things. And how often we are taught things far beyond what we were able to bless them with.

Our love to all of you - Don and Marsha