The house next door to us has many people living in it. Sometimes it feels like we are living next door to an entire village! The bits and stories we hear about some of the residents sound like episodes out of a soap opera.

One of the inhabitants is this three month old baby shown here with his sister. Often we hear the baby crying (and I tend to get rather annoyed). On Monday he cried the entire day! Then I saw the baby with the grandmother who was trying to comfort the baby. She told me that the mother often goes to town for the whole day and leaves it with the family. Because all babies here are breastfed, he has often been hungry; hence the hours of crying.

Nearly in tears both by the sadness of the situation and disgust with my own attitudes toward the crying baby, I got in the car and went to town to by a bottle and some formula.

I find myself struggling with the whole situation. Part of me hates to ‘enable’ the mother to not take care of the child because the more care we give, the less she is likely to give, but another part of me only sees the need of this innocent hungry child. A child like this would be in serious danger if it got sick with malaria or another illness, besides the basic malnutrition. I may not be able to right all the wrongs of the world, but I decided I couldn’t let this hungry child die due to lack of proper nutrition.

Now the baby’s sisters often come to the house to bring back the empty bottle or ask for another one for their brother. This week they have also come to help weed our yard or help around the house – even insisting on weeding in the pouring rain. Today the older sister came with an armload of orchids for me to plant because she knows I like orchids. While she was pulling weeds, she asked, “Are you going to church tomorrow?”.

“Yes. Would you like to go along with us and go to Sunday School?”, I answered.

She quickly answered, “Yes!”




Our ministry here is mainly literacy, but it’s not hard to find ourselves in ministry ‘outside the box’ of our job title. I guess for any Christian, it is part of our job description;

And if you give even a
cup
of
cold

water
(or bottle of formula?) to one of the least of my followers, you will surely be rewarded.

Last week I received this Certificate of Appreciation in the mail for 25 years of service with Wycliffe. It represents teaching missionary kids in Mexico, Philippines, Texas and
Papua New Guinea. Since 1998 we have been serving here in the Solomon Islands as literacy specialists. Wherever I have served with Wycliffe, it’s been great being a part of giving people God’s Word in their own language.

When I look at this certificate, I can’t help but think of the many people who have supported me through the 25 years in friendship, with prayers and financial support. It’s only through your partnership that this has all been possible. You will always be special to us because of the way that God has used your giving in our lives and ministry.

This morning I was looking forward to a full day that I could dedicate to working of the Bible page for the newspaper. I’d collected some more information, downloaded a new font and I thought I was good to go. As I was doing something else in the house, Tim sat down at my computer to check on something and the computer monitor was blank.

After several hours, Tim has not been able to boot the computer despite trying many different things. He has gone to borrow a computer disc from someone else in town that has Macintosh computers to see if that will help the situation. Would you please pray that the computer would boot up and that Tim would be able to get it fixed? I really use my computer a lot! There are no repair shops in country that we know of that can fix Mac computers so if Tim can’t get it working, it quickly gets complicated. (I am writing this from Tim’s computer.)

Almost four years ago, a village friend was in town awaiting the birth of her last born child. I had heard via the grapevine that Sandra was a bit worried about the pregnancy, so I stopped by the house where she was staying and prayed with her about the impending birth. A few days later, Tim received a phone call from Sandra’s husband to say that Sandra had safely given birth to a boy and they wanted to name him ‘Matzke’!

I think that if the baby had been a girl, it would have been named Martha but as this was the last child Sandra and John planned on having, they diplomatically named him ‘Matzke’ instead of ‘Tim’.

Anyway, today we heard someone come to our gate – it was ‘Matzke’ and his dad, sister and uncle. We hadn’t seen Matzke since he was first born so it was very fun to meet him today. As is culturally appropriate, we brought him a gift from the USA – a new soccer ball. I guess you can judge from the look on his face how this gift was received! He’s very friendly 3 1/2 year old and easily came to Tim to have his picture taken.

Later when Matzke is ready to attend school, it won’t be a big surprise if his parents ask us to help to pay his school fees. The honor of having a child named after you often comes with some obligations as well. We are honored to have Matzke named after us and will be happy to have a part in his education.

Yesterday (Monday) turned out to be a bit of a blue Monday. It wasn’t just the gray clouds and lack of sun that made it feel that way. When Tim was in town running errands, he pulled out on to the main road and was hit broadside by a car. Tim is fine, but our new (to us) vehicle is damaged and will have to spend time in the repair shop.

We are thankful that Tim and the other driver were unharmed, but we are pretty discouraged about the vehicle being damaged. At the moment we have use of one of the vehicles that our group owns.

The police are investigating to determine who is at fault in the accident. At first glance, it appears that there was probably fault on both sides. We do have insurance – so that’s good news, though we are not sure yet just what it will cover.

Thank God with us that no one was hurt.
Please pray for a speedy repair of the vehicle. Our experience with car repairs here has shown that it can take a while to get all the parts and for the car to be returned to us.

As you might expect, we have a lot of bananas in the Solomon Islands. What you might find surprising is that there are many many varieties available. Some bananas have to be cooked, others can be eaten right off the hand and some can be either cooked or eaten fresh. Some bananas are tiny – 3-4″ long and others nearly a foot in length.

Yesterday as I walked through the market, I saw a type of banana I hadn’t seen before so I decided to try them. As you can see they are a bit red on the outside, but the flesh has a red tint as well. They are very tasty bananas.

When we are in the USA we don’t eat many bananas because they tend to be rather tasteless and disappointing to us. The variety of bananas sold in the USA were probably chosen because they ship well. Bananas here are tree ripened and we’d have to say they taste much better as a result!

Last Saturday when we went to the beach, Emily and her friend Grant found coconut which had begun to sprout. Emily and Grant got excited because it holds a special treat.

They took a bush knife (machete) to the coconut to get through the thick
fibrous husk. They hacked at that until they could peel the husk off the shell.

A final ‘whack’ and the shell splits open. Inside the shell is a pithy white flesh which is the ‘germ’ of the coconut seed. The kids love to eat this slightly sweet treat which is called vara.

On my March 17th blog, I shared about my dream of having a weekly Bible page written in Solomon Islands Pjijn in the local national newspaper. I had talked to a reporter friend at the newspaper about the idea and she promised to talk to her editor about it.

This morning I received a call from the religion editor at the paper asking to know more about the idea. My friend Robin who is helping me with this project happened to be at my house, so we jumped in the car and went to the newspaper office to present our idea. The editor had already agreed to the concept and we have been given permission to deveolop a full page in the paper each week that is written in Pijin and features a reading from the Pijin Bible. The page will also have questions about the story, picture, puzzles, weekly Bible verse and a devotional written by a local pastor. What potential it has! Praise God with us for this open door. Pray for Robin and I as we work to develop this project.

When taking down the laundry, I noticed there was something in the pocket of Emily’s shorts. As I went to see what it was, it moved and made a hissing sound. It was this rhinoceros
beetle and it didn’t want to leave Emily’s pocket.

These harmless insects are fairly common here and we often see them in our carport at night. Sometimes they get flipped over on their backs and can’t get upright again. When they are disturbed, they make a loud hissing sound.