Christian Medical Institute of the Kasai Good Shepherd Hospital PAX
Polyclinic
Kasai, Occidental
Democratic Republic of Congo
December 21, 2001
Dear loved ones,
I would be hypocritical and dishonest in this, our Christmas
communication to you all, if I reported that things are going well for
us here. They are very far from my hopes and expectations. We are
experiencing and wrestling with issues of poverty that transcend any
awareness and experience we have ever known. I have nearly given up
hope of being able to influence or change the things that I came here
prepared and determined to do. The harder I try to evaluate, diagnose
and treat the problems (the major hurdles are not necessarily medical)
the more reticent, evasive and difficult the path.
In fact, after many months of stuggle I find myself at the very
beginning, but...as Mary Poppins says, perhaps, "Its a very good place
to start. With this in mind, and with the assurances of His promises
we will keep trying.
Yesterday was a long, hot and difficult day. Many patients, no
interpreter for Tshiluba, and again, no students or staff with me to
teach. I returned home for a cool shower and a refreshing cup of tea.
Sue reminded me of the nursing students' evening Christmas Chorale. It
is our one and only Christmas celebration here. I was not in the mood
for it. Sue and I both interact with many of these students every day
and some we have gotten to know well. I felt obligated to go.
We arrived at the church early (on time), and had the opportunity to
greet those setting things up. There was taped Christmas music being
played and a mood of expectation and excitement. The students were
very happy to see us and called and waved to "Mama Sue" and me with
much affection. Soon the church was decorated and the electrical
equipment, drums, and Dr. Bukasa's keyboard put in place. The church
filled to overflowing. The outside windows were also filled with the
faces of many who arrived too late to crowd into the crammed interior
spaces. Congolese are masters at "always finding room for one more" as
our missionary friend Simon Park often remarked.
Then, the 62 member choir began their concert with singing and the
traditional dancing processional to the front of the church. They wore
spotless white nursing uniforms and were in great form. With the
reading of the Tshiluba Christmas scriptures, the first of many
familiar Western carols (in French and Tshiluba), as well as
roof-raising Tshiluba carols, rang out, filling the church and the
bright star-lit night of Tshikaji.
Not only did they sing, but they looked at each other while they sang
with such joy, love and appreciation for each other, it was
infectious. Many in the church joined in singing the familiar carols.
The aisles became crammed as many village children wormed their way to
the front of the church in awe of the event.
I became quite aware of and touched by the familiar carol, O nuit
bienveillante:
"O holy night! The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of our
dear Savior's birth;
Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till he appeared and the
soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and
glorious morn;
Fall on your knees, Oh, hear the angel voices! O night divine, O night
when Christ was born!"
Touched by 62 Angels! That was God's gift to us.
We were able to sense God's living Spirit at work in our midst, 'He
appeared and our souls felt His worth'
'A thrill of hope' rippled through the assembled celebrants and
pierced our hearts and minds as well. We felt blessed.
What a wonderful Christmas gift to us, to them and all this 'weary
world'!
We wish the same for you all for Christmas and throughoutthe New Year!
Bill, and Sue
Sorry for all the e-mail delays and confusion here.