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Building with a purpose

Posted by Steve and Casey Cretsinger on Thursday, October 27th, 2011
Putting the trusses together

Putting the trusses together

Steve loves when his construction skills can be a part of seeing Bible teaching move forward.  He had a great opportunity to see that happen a few weeks ago.

A team of co-workers, living about 2 hours away, had just begun daily Bible teaching sessions when disaster struck.  Everyone was meeting together in a building that the village uses for community events.  Right before the teaching began, the roof fell in on everyone.  Thankfully there were only minor injuries, but looking over the damage revealed that faulty trusses were to blame. That’s where Steve was able to help.

The missionary team there talked with the village and the leaders asked to be taught how to build them correctly.  The missionary team then asked if Steve could make a trip out and see the job done.  Steve headed out with his right hand man, Mohammed, and a couple other guys from here on center.  Steve was glad to see excitement in the faces of the men as they started the project.

It was a lot of work to get everything built and set up in just over a day, but when you’ve got the huge team that Steve was working with – you can get a lot done in a short amount of time!  Steve really enjoyed his time there.  Getting to know people and teaching building skills is his favorite combination!  He’s thankful that he can use his skills to help the village move forward with their Bible teaching…

Here’s a few photos of them hard at work…

The portable command center

The portable command center

It takes a lot of people to hoist those trusses

It takes a lot of people to hoist those trusses

Working with the team

Working with the team

Answered Prayer

Posted by Steve and Casey Cretsinger on Wednesday, October 19th, 2011
Visiting with friends

Visiting with friends

Ever have one of those times where the thing you have been praying to happen suddenly does happen and then you want to tell God “wait, I’m not quite ready”?  Yeah, that’s me this week.

Our prayer for so long has been that God would not just give us surface friendships with the people around us, but would give us the real friendships where we truly learn what is going on in peoples lives.  In the months since we’ve been back, God has been answering that prayer, but it feels like things exploded in the last couple of weeks.

We have spent more time at the hospital in the last two weeks doing “ambulance runs”, visiting the sick, getting to know doctors than we did in the two months before.  It’s given us an incredible amount of time to sit with families, show compassion, and show God’s love.  It’s a been time of everything from infected teeth to circumcisions to malaria and typhoid.  Pray that these moments would continue to draw us closer to our community.

Our son, Mohammed, has a very sick, elderly mother who lives about 10 hours away from here.  She has been getting more ill in recent weeks, so Mohammed has brought her here to our town to look after her.  He believes that she is possessed by demons because she talks to people who aren’t there.  We think that she had a stroke some time ago and may be suffering the effects of that.  It’s hard to know because the medical care is inadequate when it comes to serious problems.  It could be Alzheimer’s, it could be any number of things, we just don’t know.  Mohammed has been having chickens sacrificed and concoctions being made by people doing traditional African medicine.  While we don’t agree with it, we are thankful that he’s being honest enough to tell us about it and not hiding it.  It’s giving us opportunities to share what we believe with him.  We are encouraging him to seek the counsel of a Guinean pastor who understands this culture much better than us.  It’s an overwhelming situation for him and we pray that we can be an encouragement to him.

Our family in the village decided to circumcise their girls this past week.  It was really hard for us and we had shared with them that we didn’t agree at all with what they wanted to do.  But, while it makes me angry that they chose to do it – I am thankful that they didn’t hide it from me.  That they are willing to talk about it.  Because you can’t begin to change things if you don’t even know they are happening, right?

A while ago we wrote about a little boy that was near death when he came to us.  Since then we’ve been getting to know the family and developing a friendship with them.  They live not far from us and the father has had Steve come to visit his fields a couple of times.  He told Steve this past week that because we saved his son, he wants his entire extended family to hear the Bible teaching! How awesome is that???  So, Steve is beginning this new endeavor this week.

These are just a few of cultural insights that have come up this week.  There are many more, but this is already getting pretty long!  We are so excited to see God throwing open doors for deeper relationships…our heads are spinning with it all, but we’re thanking Him for answered prayer!

There’s a new Casey in town

Posted by Steve and Casey Cretsinger on Sunday, October 16th, 2011
Just hours after baby Casey was born

Just hours after baby Casey was born

Our “son” Mohammed and his wife just had a baby girl! We praise God that everything went smoothly and that she and Mawa are healthy. This is not something to be taken lightly in this culture by any means.

We were so honored when he came to tell us that they decided to name her Casey after me. It’s a very big deal in this culture to have a baby named after you. The family is in essence saying that I get to parent her along with them. She is just as much my child as she is theirs.

The name is supposed to be a secret until the religious leader says it aloud during the naming ceremony, but Mohammed needed to practice saying Casey with us a few times beforehand! She had her naming ceremony on the 8th day, her head was shaved and prayers were said according to their religion. Then everyone practiced saying Casey over and over again :)

Right after her naming ceremony we headed into town to have her first vaccination done. We went to what is considered the pediatric clinic and waited in a room with a bunch of other parents for the nurses to give the shot. They just go down the row and prick them all one by one. Not quite the bedside manner that Americans are used to! They were pretty surprised to see the white lady in the crowd. Mohammed and Mawa explained that baby Casey is my namesake and everyone agreed that it was a good thing. I love getting community approval on things :) . As soon as the vaccination was finished, the nurse said the price and everyone looked at me to pay up. Having a namesake also means you get to pay for lots and lots of things, but I think it will be worth all the cost!

How exciting to be able to play such a role in the life of a child here. We pray that this is the opportunity God uses to see her entire family come to know Him. Thanks for standing behind us in prayer and support!

The proud parents

The proud parents

Steve and I at the baby naming ceremony

Steve and I at the baby naming ceremony

baby Casey getting her head shaved during the ceremony

baby Casey getting her head shaved during the ceremony

Malachi and baby Casey

Malachi and baby Casey

My afternoons…

Posted by Steve and Casey Cretsinger on Sunday, October 2nd, 2011
Just a little smile

Just a little smile

Being a missionary isn’t usually a whirlwind of excitement.  Sure there are exciting days and those are the moments we all love to write home about.  But, for the most part, it’s just those quiet moments of sharing life together.  I love my afternoons in the village.  I love being in their houses, around their cooking fires and hearing all about their days.

It’s those times when I find out how everyone is doing, who is sick and needs medicine, and the latest news of what’s happening in the village.  I love being just one of the ladies as toddlers crawl all over my lap and kids dig for candy in my bag.  I love talking about the important things in their life.  It’s in those moments when I remember why it’s so important to be here.

We’re here to share in the day to day.  We’re here to know their joys and heartaches.  We’re here to have the friendships that allow us to share our faith.  For me, it all begins in my afternoons…

Mothers and daughters preparing the meal together

Mothers and daughters preparing the meal together

Girls go around selling just a woman needs for that evenings meal...one onion, a little smoked fish, one square of seasoning, a few peppers...only buying for one meal at a time.

Girls go around selling just what a woman needs for that evenings meal...one onion, a little smoked fish, one square of seasoning, a few peppers...only buying for one meal at a time.

Sweet little Daouda - I love cuddling this little cutie!

Sweet little Daouda - I love cuddling this little cutie!

All in an afternoon - dinner, babies, kids running everywhere, just the usual craziness

All in an afternoon - dinner, babies, kids running everywhere, just the usual craziness

Grilling out

Posted by Steve and Casey Cretsinger on Tuesday, September 27th, 2011
New experiences

New experiences

Yeah, I’m not sure why we feel the need to create a fire and roast hot dogs when it’s SO unbelievably hot.  Maybe because we’re from Michigan and this is just what you do in the Fall.  Maybe because I’m really sick of cooking and this was a super easy meal for a group of boys.  Whatever the reason, we created a little sensation with this “meat on a stick” thing.  As is usually the case, our family really can’t do anything just as a family.  This is good in the sense that we have lots of opportunities for building friendships and bad in the sense that it drives us a little crazy – but that’s a whole other post :)

Anyways, we made our little fire and soon we had very curious boys wondering what we were going to do with this fire.  Yes, they are used to their moms cooking over a fire, but it’s rice and sauce in pots – and there were no pots to be found.  They wondered why Monsieur Steve would be collecting small sticks and sharpening the ends – are we going hunting???  But, then I pulled out the packs of hotdogs and showed them how to put them on the stick.  This whole process of roasting the hot dogs was honestly quite hilarious.  They didn’t like the idea of patiently waiting for the whole hot dog to be ready, so they would heat it up a minute – take a bite and put it back in the fire for another minute.  I have never seen packs of hot dogs be eaten so fast.

For the most part, I love sharing our lives with the people around us.  Yes, there are the moments where I just want to hide when they are calling at the door.  But, we have such an opportunity to get to know people, to show them we care, and live life with them.  That’s what we’re here for!  The next day, people were telling me all about this new food everyone wants to try…but, I’m not sure I’m up for village wide hot dog roasts quite yet!

He's just too funny

He's just too funny

This isn’t a story you’d hear in the States

Posted by Steve and Casey Cretsinger on Wednesday, September 7th, 2011
Bummed he can't go running around with his friends

Bummed he can't go running around with his friends

Do any of you remember the Little House on the Prairie episode where one of the kids falls down a well? Or the news story about the little girl who fell down a hole in her backyard and the whole country watched as she was being rescued? These memories stick in our minds (or maybe just mine) because it’s so out of the ordinary for us. We don’t say “oh yeah, he fell down a well last week” in passing conversation. But, shockingly it happens way too often over here and a few weeks ago we had a huge scare with Moustapha.

Everyone here gets their water from a hand dug well – lowering a bucket down to the bottom and pulling up the water. There are many wells in the process of being dug, or ones that are waiting for the cement walls to be built up around the outside. A group of kids were running through someone’s courtyard and they all ran over a rotting piece of plywood that was covering a well that had been dug, but wasn’t finished. The plywood broke, sending Moustapha down to the bottom of the well. That’s a 60 foot fall…. and into the water at the bottom…and the boy can’t swim…and the bottom is filled with natural gas in the air…yeah, pretty scary. One of the village men was quickly tied to a rope and lowered into the hole to go down and get him. (by the way, he needed to be tied to the rope because the gases in the bottom of the wells make people pass out quickly and they needed to be able to haul them up in case that happened)

They came running in to get us telling us that they had just pulled Moustapha out of the well. This is where our American minds say “WHAT??? You pulled him out of what???” People were starting to gather at the house the way they do when someone is dying! Steve quickly decided that he needed to get him to the hospital for x-rays. His mom was crying so hard that the Father decided she couldn’t go and sent his 2nd wife to the hospital instead. (Imagine that one in the states!)

So, of course, we get to the hospital and find out that there is no power for the x-ray machine, so he’ll have to wait for the next day. God was definitely protecting this little guy. We really expected a lot worse news than just a sprained ankle. They put him in a cast anyways on the back of his foot/leg to keep him from walking on it. But, just a few days later, the cast was off because they said “it needed to be washed”. I laugh even as I write that.

The good news is that Moustapha is again chasing after all the bigger kids (with a little limp that gets better each day). We went to the family that owns the well that he fell in and asked what they were going to go about it since a kid had fallen in it. They looked at us a little funny and said “he was the 4th kid that’s fallen in and no one’s died yet.”

…Let’s see if you count all the cultural differences between us in that story!

Quite the celebration

Posted by Steve and Casey Cretsinger on Thursday, August 11th, 2011
He's got some amazing moves

He's got some amazing moves

I have a strict rule about dancing in public…I don’t do it.  No, it’s not because I’m against dancing.  I’m just against people watching me.  I was quite pleased that I’d managed to avoid being the center of attention at the various weddings and ceremonies that I’ve gone to over here.  Steve just gives in to the requests and does a little dance to satisfy the crowd.  Well, my luck had to run out sometime, right?

Steve’s very good friend, Mohammed, who works with him every day on every project just got “married”.  Little background here…he came to us months ago to let us know that his girlfriend was expecting a baby and he needed to begin the marriage process.  He gave kola nut to her family as an offering and to let them know that he was serious about marrying her.  Since then, we have been following this marriage journey with him as he seeks to fulfill his obligations to her family.

This is no one step process.  It means talking to a lot of people who each have to give their blessing, giving gifts to all those people and several ceremonies to actually be considered married.  We are learning a lot of culture through this process!  Since Mohammed’s family lives in another village about 10 hours away and Steve is his boss – we are seen as his parents and are responsible for him.  While we are thankful that we can be a part of his life this way – it also means that we get to pay for a lot of things!

Mohammed came to us and told us that Mawa’s family had given him 10 days to put together the wedding ceremony.  He also needed Steve to come and speak as his representative.  Yeah, that’s a new one for us.  Steve sat with Mohammed, the religious leaders of the village, the men of Mawa’s family and the leaders of the neighborhood as they discussed the price that Mohammed would need to pay to marry Mawa.  There’s a crazy amount of things that he needed to buy for the family – rice, bowls, fabric, soap, a suitcase…the list went on and on.  But, he agreed to it (and looked to us with hopeful eyes!).

Which brings us to the ceremony…after days of getting things together (speakers, sound system, gifts, food, fish, chairs…you get the idea) we were ready.  We knew it was going to be a long day and we also knew that there is only so much that Ephraim can handle.  You can be given a time when things will start, but it could be hours after that time that things actually begin.  We had Mohammed call us when it looked close to starting.  We arrived to a yard full of people and were given our usual seats right in the middle of everything (this way everyone can watch us at all times!)

Steve was taken to the “big man” meeting where they finished discussing the bride price.  He said he really didn’t know what was going on since they were speaking in a language other than French.  After a while, they all came back and the head religious leader sat in the center of the circle to begin prayers.  They said prayers, gave out the gifts – all the while Mawa is sitting there waiting to find out if the men in her family will give the final okay for her to be married.

…SO, all this leads us back to the dancing!  Then they start the party…Steve had brought along a dance mix CD that he’d compiled himself for the occasion :)  They start playing the American music and calling out our names.  Normally this is where I just smile politely and stay in my seat, but they weren’t having it at this party.  The next thing I know I find myself in the middle of a huge circle trying not to completely humiliate myself.  What a huge relief it was when my sons decided to steal the show and dance like they were in some kind of competition!  Ephraim went all out with it.  He was HILARIOUS.  He had the entire group laughing their heads off.  I don’t even know where he got all those moves – I just know I was glad that everyone had their eyes on him and not me!

Everyone sitting around as prayers are said

Everyone sitting around as prayers are said

Mawa sitting with her mother waiting to her if the bride price has been accepted

Mawa sitting with her mother waiting to her if the bride price has been accepted

Ephraim and Mohammed

Ephraim and Mohammed

That's my boy

That's my boy

All dressed up Guinean style

All dressed up Guinean style

At the rivers edge

Posted by Steve and Casey Cretsinger on Saturday, July 23rd, 2011

Getting ready to take the plunge

Getting ready to take the plunge

A few weeks ago we were able to be a part of something really great.  The local church in town had 15 people who were ready to be baptized.  This is a very big deal in Guinea.  I know, it’s a big deal everywhere – but here, being so public about your life puts you at great risk and can have severe consequences.  For most of us, we’re familiar with baptisms within the safety of our own church walls.  Here, it’s a trip to the river and you stand before everyone and tell them that you’ve put your faith in Christ.  Not an easy thing to do in a country like this.  And we sure made a lot of noise as we went in a caravan of vehicles from the church to the river.  In pure Guinea style, all the teens packed into the back of pick-up trucks and sang, clapped and yes, even danced as we drove down the road.  Everyone gathered at the rivers edge as the pastor shared from the Bible and prayed for each one being baptized.  Micah’s drum teacher, Samuel, was the first one to go and had asked us to take lots of pictures.  Each one came into the water, shared a brief testimony (which was being translated into a few languages for everyone else) and then they were baptized.  Every one on shore sang, clapped and ran to hug each one as they came out of the water.  It was a really great thing to be a part of.  Sometimes I get bogged down in the thoughts of how things aren’t moving fast enough, but then there these moments that remind me that God is in control and at work here…even when it’s not on in our time frame!

The pastor praying before the baptisms

The pastor praying before the baptisms

Being congratulated by members of the church

Being congratulated by members of the church

People from the church there to encourage the new believers

People from the church there to encourage the new believers

The whole group together afterwards

The whole group together afterwards

Getting a name

Posted by Steve and Casey Cretsinger on Thursday, July 21st, 2011

 

 

Shaving the baby's head

Shaving the baby's head

It’s hard to believe that it’s been over a month since Fatou’s baby was born.  He is just a bundle of cuteness and I love any time I get to spend time with him.  I have been meaning to write about his baptism for a while.

 

On the 8th day of a baby’s life the village comes together to celebrate the new baby.  Prayers are said, the name is announced and then everyone shares some rice and sauce.  We were excited to share in this special day with the family.  Since everything is on it’s own time schedule, someone in the family to get us to tell us it was time.  When we arrived the family was finishing up the cooking in the back and the men were gathered out front.  Steve took his place with the big men of the village and I headed inside the house to see how Fatou was doing.  All the women were bustling about trying to finish up and get ready.  The ladies sit on one side of the circle and the men sit on the other.  The mother sits on a mat in the middle of the circle with another women who holds the baby for her.  The religious leader stands up, says their religious prayers, admonishes everyone to behave correctly and then he announces the name of the baby.  The baby is usually named after someone in the family that they would like to honor.  In this case, it was after Fatou’s uncle who had died not long ago and so there was wailing in his honor.  Then everyone gives the mother money to help her pay for the things that the baby will need.

 

It’s about this time that the bowls of rice start getting passed out, but we looked up to see huge storm clouds rolling in.  Fatou wanted pictures taken with people, so we were snapping them quick as we could before the rain hit.  It was so funny to see these groups of people in all the rooms of the house huddled around bowls of rice and sauce waiting out the storm.  Even though it got cut a little short, it was still a great celebration of little Daouda’s life.

 

We’re excited to be a part of the family and this little guy’s life…thanks for praying that we can have a positive influence in the lives around us!

 

 

Crying in memory of the person that the baby is named after and money being given to the mother

Crying in memory of the person that the baby is named after and money being given to the mother

 

 

Daouda at one month

Daouda at one month

 

 

Fatou and I trying to get a picture before the huge storm hit

Fatou and I trying to get a picture before the huge storm hit

 

Qualified Marriage Counselor???

Posted by Steve and Casey Cretsinger on Friday, July 1st, 2011
Trying to understand a world so different from our own

Trying to understand a world so different from our own

I somehow have managed to gain a new job title in the past couple of weeks…marriage counselor.  I readily admit that I am in way over my head with this one! 

A little while ago I wrote a post titled “a long week” and shared about a couple going through a major crisis.  Since then we have spent a great deal of time trying to talk through all these issues. 

At first I couldn’t believe that the husband came to me nearly every day wanting to talk about things and asking me what I thought he should do – me???  Not exactly the norm here in Guinea. 

Then we went to visit his wife in the hospital who was more than ready to get out.  (It would be a whole other post to tell you how horrible it would be to be confined to this hospital, so I’ll leave that for another time.)  We spoke with the doctor and he said he thought she would be fine, but she should take it easy for another month.  I’m not entirely sure how he came up with that conclusion, but that’s what he said. 

I spent a while talking with her and relaying messages from her husband since she was still not speaking to him.  My French is not quite equipped for marriage counseling.  Her family wanted her to leave and go back to her own village, but she told them no that I wanted her to work things out…gulp!  What have I gotten myself into? 

His brothers want him to get a 2nd wife right away, but he says no – that he is listening to my advice for now…double gulp!  I told you I was way out of my league.  But, we’ve been having some good talks and they have both decided to stay together for the time being. 

I don’t know what will happen in the future, but I’m thankful for the opportunities to share about God’s desire for marriage.  I’ll have to put the rest into His hands.