Teaching at EBCoM

I really enjoy teaching. This term I am teaching two classes: a "Bible Book Study" on Matthew for second-year certificate students, and a Discipleship class for first-year diploma students.

Because this is my first time teaching these (or any) courses, it takes longer to prepare for each class period than it would if I had more experience. I probably spend at least two to three hours preparing for every one hour in class. (I read an article a couple months ago that suggested that 1 ½ hours of preparation per hour of class is a reasonable amount of time, but I think that amount might assume that the professor is given a fairly detailed course plan. I don’t know. Perhaps some of my more experienced professor friends can chime in down in the comments or via email.)

Of course, I also grade the assignments that I give. English is a second language for all of my students, though most of them are quite good. My classes are small, which helps, but I’m learning a new grading system (where “normal grades” are 50-70, rather than 70-90). Even so, grading is taking more time than I think it should. It will come eventually, I’m sure.

Many of you know I have been interested in discipleship for a long time. For those of you less familiar with the word, discipleship has to do with the process of learning how to live life as a follower of Christ—and as part of that learning, actually doing it. [Jesus’ first disciples were the relatively traditional type of disciple in first-century Palestine: he taught a relatively small group of people over the course of three years, until they were ready to teach others. Those first disciples, of course, were the beginning of the spread of Christianity, and that general model of discipleship still works pretty well today—when it is used.]

Some of that process involves learning what Jesus taught, and how the early Christians lived it out, but a lot of the process is learning how to overcome your own weaknesses and temptations so that you can live a fruitful life in service to God and other people. “Learning to live like Jesus” is no simple task, and it’s a lifelong pursuit. From the point of view of the early Christians, it was expected that all believers would seek to live out what they said they believed with their heads/hearts, but in the Church today many people have all sorts of reasons why they don’t think [normal] Christians should be expected to try. On the other hand, there are also many people who don’t offer much help (i.e. training) to people who want to live according to Christ’s teachings, but when someone messes up, they’re quick to condemn or kick them out. Somewhere in between these two extremes, we need to set the expectation that Christians should actually seek to live out the gospel in daily life, yet extend grace to all of those genuinely trying but who do it imperfectly (which, of course, is all of us who are genuinely trying). And because we’re Christians, we recognize that we couldn’t really live out Jesus’ way of life without the empowerment of God in the first place, so there’s no room for pride or arrogance. The sad thing is that most Christians have never had a more experienced Christian pour into their lives in that kind of an intentional way.

I’ve mentioned that I spend a lot of time in preparation. Long ago I heard that if you really want to learn something, you should teach it to others. Teaching [well] forces you to learn at a deeper level than if you were just taking a class. So I get to study discipleship in an intense, formal way so that I’m ready to teach it. There’s reading, organizing, prioritizing, and writing involved, among other things. I often wish I had even more time to study it. I’m blessed with students who seem to care about the course content, too, and believe that it will help them to better serve their respective denominations and congregations. [Incidentally, none of my students this term are connected with my own denomination.]

The other class I’m teaching is on the book of Matthew, so I get to study the book first and then teach some of what I’m learning and have learned over the years. Along the way, I’m also trying to reinforce healthy and helpful ways of studying the Bible that can be used when they study other biblical books. Most people know that the Bible can be twisted to support or attack all kinds of things—meanings that the authors never intended. It takes intentionality and discipline (and God’s help) to seek out what the verses really mean, and we want our students to get used to taking the time to do that, instead of using the Bible’s words to support whatever they happen to already think, or whatever they heard from someone else.

The gospel according to Matthew is a great book to study and teach, and it’s fun to do that alongside of a class on discipleship—they really work well together. It forces you to deal with the life-changing implications of what Jesus is teaching—it involves changes in action and behavior, but even more importantly, involves changes in the way we think. The kingdom of heaven/kingdom of God just doesn’t play by the usual human rules.

In addition to teaching the two classes, I also lead a counseling group of four students. We meet about once a month, but each week they also update me on their progress in various programs: scripture reading/reflection, Thursday afternoon ministry (hospital visitation, for example), and weekend ministry (students are each assigned to a church, where they are to seek out ways that they can serve the congregation, whether “up front” or on an individual basis). When my counselees are assigned to lead morning devotions, I go over their plans with them and make comments and suggestions as needed.

Beyond that, I’ve led morning devotions once and will lead a chapel service later this term. There are campus activities such as daily devotions, daily tea, weekly chapel, weekly campus prayers, and sports & fellowship afternoon once per term. (The picture at the top of this post is my weekly schedule, with afternoons, Mondays, Wednesdays, and half of Friday currently going to class prep and grading.) I also have a preaching schedule for Brethren in Christ churches in the surrounding area. So far I’ve preached twice, but I’m scheduled five more times before the end of the year. (I’ll say more about that in another post…)

There are the occasional nights (or early, early mornings!) when I wish I could just build a database and go home and not think about work--instead of trying to figure out how to best teach some passage or concept, but it doesn’t happen often. I’m getting better at preparing during daylight hours, so that I can get a healthier amount of sleep. But just the other night, when I thought I couldn’t think any more and just had to sleep, I read something in a commentary that helped to explain a verse in a way I hadn’t considered before. Right away, I was wide awake, and the verse made much more sense to me than it had before. (Of course, now I have more incentive to read a number of other commentaries to evaluate other interpretations of that verse…but that may have to wait until after this academic term.) It’s moments like that which seem to indicate that this really is a good field for me… A classmate said to me about ten years ago, “Everyone is a nerd in something. It might be math, music, literature, politics, sports statistics, or video games, but everyone gets just a little too excited about something.”

Teaching is more than preparation. I’m slowly getting better at leading class discussions, and I’m learning to write on the board more to highlight the most important points. (It may be quite some time before Powerpoint presentations will be standard lecture material here.) Certain topics or ideas catch the students’ special interest, and natural discussion just flows without much effort on my part. Best of all is when a student tells me how a topic we’ve just covered will be helpful in their home congregations, or when a student describes how he/she used an idea from class to share at church, and the congregation was hungry for more.

I’m too much a beginner for such small successes to go to my head, though; my teaching skill is quite far from what I hope it will someday be. I share them only because they are some of the little surprises that brighten my day and confirm to me that I’m right where I should be. They help to make up for the “face-palm” moments, when I realize I’ve messed up—like the day I forgot to record the quiz grades before returning the quizzes to the students.  :)

Happy Mother's Day!

That’s right, living in another country can often mean that you get to celebrate Mother’s Day twice a year - once with your home country and once with your new neighbors.  In Malawi, you might consider buying a chitenje (wrap-around cloth used as a skirt or baby carrier…or anything else) for your mom on Mother's Day.  Because my Chichewa (language) lessons are starting to pay off "slowly by slowly," as they say here, I was excited that I knew what this one said, so I picked up a “Happy Mother’s Day” chitenje .  The print looks like this:

The writing on it says “Zikomo Amai” meaning “Thank you Mom.”  I like the picture of the child walking towards his/her mother because Rachel is just getting to this stage of thinking about learning to walk!  

So, today, to celebrate Mother's Day with you, I am reflecting on all the fun I’ve had with my kids these past few months as we explore life in Malawi.  Most of these examples include some sort of work as well because keeping up house here just takes longer than it did in the states, so I try to involve the children when I can, just so that I have hope of accomplishing all the tasks I need to!  It makes the chore less of a “mommy needs to go and do this right now and will play later” and more of a “can you please help me do this?”  If only all chores could follow such a pattern!

Filling jerry cans with Mommy!  We have periodic water outages.  These tend to be for at least a day at a time, but have been up to 3 or 4 days long so far.  It’s important to “always be ready” for a water outage, particularly with small children and with no idea how long it will last, so we have jerry cans of water waiting in the garage and big bottles filled with filtered water in the kitchen pantry.  These have kept us well supplied (while conserving water) through an outage.  Both kids love water, so I had them join in the chore of filling jerry cans one day.  Of course, Micah imagined the cans were a train engine with cars and Rachel enjoyed drumming and splashing along.

Family gymnastics. We hired a tailor for a week, which is quick way of getting a number of jobs done.  For example, if you want new curtains, a dress, placemats, bags or anything else made, you can hire a tailor.  One job we had him do was covering cushions to have “couch cushions” to tumble on.  Rachel is becoming quite the climber and Micah is becoming quite the tumbler!  These cushions allow them to play a bit more safely.  Plus, this way, we have auxiliary seating for guests, if we have lots of people over.  We stack them into steps, make houses out of them, sit, slide, roll, tumble or even rest on them – a big hit!

Making rag dolls – As the tailor did his work on our hole-filled mosquito nets (what we originally hired him for), mended clothes and made new cushions, we collected any scraps from the floor and kept them for the end of the week when we had him make two rag dolls like Raggedy Ann and Andy.  Chopped up old mosquito netting makes excellent stuffing! 

Yes, the tailor prefers to work outside on the front porch! 
I told him weather wasn't predictable enough for that in PA!

His beloved Raggedy Ann doll!

Micah has been requesting rag dolls ever since I brought out a Raggedy Ann and Andy book which has become his favorite for the past few weeks along with My First Little House on the Prairie books which also have a rag doll in them.  I couldn’t believe how excited he was to hold his doll for the first time!  All it had was the body, red and white stripped legs and black shoes, but he loved it.  I’m in the process of sewing in the yarn hair after drawing the faces on with sharpee makers.  He was so engrossed in this process that he sat for at least an hour last night watching me put in the hair.  Now, onto the clothes!  A bit more challenging, but I got some neat Malawian fabric to experiment with. 

The endless laundry parade.  As in any country, washing laundry is a constant chore, especially when using cloth diapers.  I don’t mind too much.  It adds rhythm to my life :).  Here, we hang our laundry outside to dry on the bottom terrace of our yard, so I even get more exercise, too!  This chore usually draws the children outside, even if they were stubborn to leave the house earlier in the morning.  Rachel is still small enough to ride down in the clothing bin, which she loves.  

  

She also loves emptying the clothing bin whenever I’m not watching...

And, so far since arriving here, the weather is nearly always gorgeous!  I never really need to worry about it raining on my drying laundry (although I did run to tear my laundry down one day as I heard the rain coming over the mountain, which was a thrill in and of itself!  The rain, not the laundry).  Although, rainy season is just around the corner, as we were reminded yesterday with a wonderful thunder and rain storm.  Once the rains start coming, I’m told it’s very hard to completely dry any laundry!

The view I enjoy while hanging the laundry

The endless dishes parade.  I didn’t grow up with a dish washer, but I did get kinda used to having one as an adult.  It’s back to being the dish washer here!  It’s continuous work, but I do enjoy the view out the kitchen sink window!

Blue skies, tropical trees and the sounds of neighbor children playing
often accompany my afternoon dish routine.

I haven't figured out how to involve the kids in this chore yet...but in due time, we will!

So, we've found a lot of fun together in the rhythm of life we have here, which is rewarding to remember on Mother's Day.  I feel like I'm not giving the whole story, though, without disclosing days like today when being a mom meant getting up earlier than I wanted to, doing two loads of laundry, cooking three meals, cleaning up the dishes (and floors, hands and faces) from those meals, baking bread, mopping the floors after one child peed on the floor (and proceeded to walk down the hall) and pooped in his pants, changing diapers, cleaning out dirty diapers, eating dinner to the accompaniment of a screaming baby who could not be fed fast enough, and feeling guilty for needing to do so much house work instead of spending quality time with my kids, but seeing no other alternative.  I know many other moms who can resonate with me during such days!

Thankfully, I also had some calmer moments of playing on the porch with the kids, watching Micah take such good care of Raggedy Ann, arranging a "soft house" out of cushions and blankets, snuggling up in a chair to read story after story to Micah, cuddling Rachel as I nursed her before her nap, hearing the beginnings of "Mama" intentionally coming from her mouth and watching her crawl very decidedly towards me, then stopping on her knees and reaching up with both hands (melt my heart).  It is good to be a mom.  I love it, even though it is exhausting at this stage!  Not only that, but I love my Mom and am thankful for how she undoubtedly endured those long, hard days raising us kids as well!  Zikomo Amai!  Thank you, Mom! 

Care Packages

For those wondering about sending us care packages, we finally have some suggestions for you!

Thus far, we have received a card in the mail and 2 packages in large padded envelopes and all of these have taken just 3 weeks to get here.  So, although we hear that a package (box) can take several months to get here, you just can't predict.

Here is where we check our mail once a week:

All those red and white boxes are post office boxes.  We visit "downtown" Blantyre once a week for a shopping trip and make this our last stop before heading home.

As far as suggestions of what to send us in care packages, here are a few:

Tips:

1. If you're sending a book, video or magazine, please preview it to make sure it is age appropriate, etc. for our kids.  Feel free to email us about anything to make sure we don't already have it, etc.
2. Always consider packing things in zip lock freezer bags -- we use and reuse them and they are very expensive here.
3. Notes and padded envelopes tend to move a lot faster than boxes, but both are welcome.

For Micah

• Copies of kid magazines (he's 3.5 years old) your family doesn't want anymore (National Geographic Little Kids, LadyBug, Thomas & Friends, Clubhouse Jr., etc.)
• Children's bulletins/activity pages
• He loves tractors, trains and airplanes, so pictures, books, videos with these themes are a hit! John Deere and Thomas the Tank Engine are favorites.
• Preschool activity books (matching, games, shapes, colors, letter tracing, dot to dot, stickers)
• Paint, washable markers and other craft supplies
• Books (please read them for content before sending them across the ocean!)
• Pretzels, goldfish (whole wheat), animal crackers
• His favorite color is orange! 
• Bob the Builder, Super Why (from PBS), Thomas the tank engine DVDs (check to make sure we don't already have it if it's Thomas)
• Things for playing dress up

For Rachel

• Finger puppets
• Cheerios 
• Board books
• Balls or things that roll
• Little People or animals (Fisher Price) 
• Dolls and 12 inch doll clothes
• Things for playing dress up

For Jonathan & Becky 

• Fruit/nut/M&M trail mix 
• M&Ms (dark, peanut butter, peanut, mini...)
• Chocolate chips (semi-sweet or dark)
• Ovaltine
• Apple cider packets 
• Hot chocolate packets
• Bigelow I Love Lemon or Sweet Dreams tea
• Cranberry Craisins or dried blueberries
• Hand cream (cucumber melon is a favorite scent, or generally mild scents)
• Silicone muffin cups (can you tell Becky is writing this post?)
• A CD or DVD of Ubuntu 12.04 desktop - 2 copies (that's for Jonathan) 
• CDs of music (a capella, instrumental, worship)
  

 That's a start, anyway.  We'll try to update this post or re-post it from time to time.  Feel free to email anytime for other suggestions.  We're still new here and exploring what's here and what's not.  But it sure is a highlight of the week when there's mail in our box! :)

Here's our address:
P.O. Box 592
Blantyre, MALAWI

I'm normal...really!

How about a rousing game of "Have you ever?"...do you know that game?  A group stands in a circle with one person in the middle who says a statement about something they've done or something that has happened to them and anyone in the rest of the group who has had the same experience scrambles around the circle to find another place to stand, leaving one person left in the middle to say another statement.  Okay, here we go:

Have you ever gone to buy bread at the store and all five loaves on the rack were moldy?
Have you ever bought balloons for a birthday party and forgot to blow them up?
Have you ever made bread (remember the bread at the store was moldy) that didn't rise, so you made pizza crust and bread sticks instead?
Have you ever had moths fly out of your broccoli crowns as you cut them up only to spend the next half hour ripping apart and rinsing the many unhatched cocoons from the rest?
Have you ever had the lights go out while you were playing "I Spy"?
Have you ever made homemade saltines, wheat thins, hamburger buns, cinnamon rolls, corn chips and tortillas?  (the More With Less cookbook rocks!)

Have you ever had to boil water to wash dishes because the hot water works in all other faucets except the kitchen?
Have you ever shimmied up a papaya tree to pick one and get back down with no injuries?
Have you ever wished you were "back home" with your friends, but not want to leave your new home and new friends?


Well, since coming to Malawi, I (Becky) can say that all of these things are true in my life.  Many of these are pretty humorous in hindsight, but there are plenty of others I could list to show other differences in life here from "back home" in PA.  I've been reading a book on culture shock lately.  It has been very validating to read as I go through the process of getting used to a culture other than my own.  It's helped me say "no really, I'm normal to feel this way and it's okay".

The book is also helpful in suggesting how to get through culture shock, of course.  However, I would argue (at this point, anyway) that I'm not experiencing culture "shock" so much as culture "stress".  Many day-to-day differences aren't all that shocking to me, but after a while they start wearing on me.  One example is the constant noise we hear.  It is never quiet here.  In our first weeks, these sounds were either intriguing or even scary, but now, although many of them have become a newly accepted normal for me, others wear on me.  During the day you have nearly constant rooster crows (at first, I thought I was hearing our Fisher Price barn make barnyard sounds all the time, but then realized that we didn't bring the barn, they were real!), the sound of other people's babies crying (yes, mine does that too), children playing in another language, the general hum and clatter of people going about their daily routines, the occasional engine and horn honking of a vehicle in the distance, the music blasting from somewhere down the hill, the Muslim call to prayer, dogs barking or howling, children climbing trees to look over our wall and ask for papayas...

Then, at night, the sounds continue with someone preaching over a loud speaker somewhere almost every night, dogs howling together across the city, occasional drumming from initiation ceremonies (?), leaves and birds landing on our metal roof, music and people yelling from the bars down the hill, someone dinging on a flagpole (?) to wake people up in the night to eat during Ramadan (this is over now, though)...

There's a lot of noise in the states, you might say.  A lot of why I'm hearing so much is because we live in a warmer climate where we keep the windows open most of the day, so sounds come in more.  Then, even when the windows are closed, the air vents in every exterior wall of the house let sounds in - but they also let cool air in and keep mosquitoes out during the night!

Noises are just one source of "culture stress".  There is also the language barrier, especially with children who have not learned English in school yet.  There is the constant question of what is appropriate in this culture.  Should I introduce myself or wait to be introduced?  Should I be known by my first name or as "Mai (Mama) Owen"? As a woman, should I greet a man on the road or wait for him to greet me?  Should I greet you and ask how your family is doing and remark on the beautiful day first or can I just say what I came to say?  Because there are so many opportunities to make a fool of myself or possibly insult someone else, there is a different level of stress in daily interactions.  Of course, I could just stay in my house and strive not to interact with anyone, but the book does not suggest that :)  Just the opposite, actually. 

Get out there!  Make mistakes!  Learn from them!  My Malawian neighbors will (and have already) be thrilled that I am trying to engage and will care for me as I blunder along.  In language learning training we were told to become the town clown.  Let everyone laugh at the funny things that come out of your mouth as you attempt to speak their language.  They'll like having you around and they'll help you because they can see that you're trying.  Well, at least they will as long as you show improvement! 

So, here's to being the town clown and not even knowing it! 

And here's to crying at seemingly nothing when a thousand little somethings add up and amount to culture stress.  It's okay, crying is normal.  And in the midst of a thousand little things adding up to stress, I have a thousand little dreams of how God will work in and through me and all those around me.

So, here's to hoping in a faithful God!

Refueling and Other Chances to Learn

(In case you're keeping track, this is Jonathan's first blog post.)

Yesterday I got a call: there's word of a fuel shortage!

Fuel supply in Malawi has seemed better since earlier this year the government began trying to improve cooperation with other countries. But in Malawi, fuel shortages are a somewhat normal occurrence. When fuel is in short supply, you cut back on driving wherever you can, and you listen for word that a station has fuel--and get there before it runs out!

So when our colleague heard that a fuel shortage had begun, he called right away. Within twenty minutes we were both on the road. We headed for the closest station, and he was able to get petrol (unleaded gasoline). However, the station attendants took one look at the truck I was driving and said, "No diesel!"

So I pulled out and went to the next station I knew of, a few kilometers away. There they still had diesel, and I was able to fill up the tank.

Now, this was the first time I had bought fuel for the truck. I quickly became aware of a few things:

1. The fuel goes into the right side of the truck, not the left. The station employees had to motion and yell to stop me from going in the wrong way. (Doh!)
2. I didn't know where the lever was to open the fuel door.
3. I couldn't remember how much the tank could hold. (I hoped I had enough cash on me!)

Well, I found the lever, and I could afford the fuel. I was grateful that I didn't have to wait in line, and that I was able to get diesel at the second station I tried. Time will tell whether the shortage is a blip, or whether it lasts a while.

Adjusting to a new place is full of these humbling experiences. Whether it's my own lack of familiarity with something (like the truck), or getting used to new ways of doing things (driving on the left side of the road is starting to feel normal, as is driving a pickup truck instead of a compact car), or trying to think in terms of a culture new to me, or just building a lot of new relationships--no matter what the experience is, it is humbling. And sometimes exhausting! Little things add up!

The term begins next week. I'm excited and hopeful, and I'm looking forward to it. I am also well aware that along with more immediately-rewarding experiences, it will bring additional humbling experiences. So be it!

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PS:  I just typed this on a 2-year-old notebook computer whose heat sink had never had the dust cleaned out of it--until last night. It's also a model known for having heat problems that have led to component failure. (Shame on me; I know better than this!)

Since cleaning it, I've been blown away by how much better it is running now. It almost feels like it's new again. My laptop was running at a fraction of its capability, in order to control the heat output. Now it can use its full power again, and it still stays cooler in "high performance" mode now than in "stingy" mode before it was cleaned.

Folks, consider this a public service announcement. If you've had your laptop for a while, and especially if you use it on the floor or on carpet, clean out the fan and heat sink. You can often get detailed maintenance and service instructions from the manufacturer online. If you're not comfortable opening it up (check your warranty), hire someone who knows what they're doing (not necessarily one of the big-box store service departments).

Happy First Birthday!

This past Thursday (Sept. 6th) was Rachel's first birthday!  Although Becky and Micah were sick most of the week (still getting better), we did manage to pull off a cake and presents for her.  Rachel has really enjoyed a few things in recent months...Cheerios, anything that rolls (ball, car...) and books, particularly "Pat the Bunny".  The book starts out like this "Here are Paul and Judy.  They can do lots of things.  You can do lots of things too!  Judy can pat the bunny.  Now you pat the bunny"  [then there is a picture of a bunny with fuzzy fur to feel].  Rachel will sit for (no exaggeration) 10-20 minutes at a time paging through this book all by herself!  So, when we decided what to put on her cake this year, we decided on "Pat the Bunny" (a little more exciting than a huge Cheerio and less involved than a ball!):

Unfortunately, we forgot to get a good picture of the cake before eating it!  Oh well, it was good :)  In the absence of food coloring, mashed up strawberries (for pink) and cocoa powder (for brown) added to icing made for some delicious decorations!

Rachel enjoyed her first taste of cake, of course.  We didn't even have time to get a picture of the cake on her plate in front of her.  She quickly realized which hand had grabbed cake and which had the icing. 

So, we celebrate the first year of life with our little Rachel!  She is full of energy, smiles and squeals, especially when chasing anything that rolls.  She's also pulling up to stand all by herself and loves to climb.  We think walking is in her near future.  Then she'll really be able to chase Micah around (as well as our dog!).  We love you, Rachel!!!

Church in Malawi

Here is the church we’ve gone to our first 2 weeks here. It is Blantyre Community Church, which meets in the dining building on campus.  Although half the church is on holiday right now, things will pick up come September with Sunday School for the kids during the morning service.  Half of those who attend are Malawian and half are expats (international), so we are looking forward to connecting with both communities in worship in English.

Blantyre Community Church

It is convenient, since we just walk down our lane, turn left onto the campus road and take the worn foot path across the yard to the church.  After church, there are tea, cookies and fellowship.  You may have this sort of thing at your church as well…but what do the kids at your church do during this time?  I bet they don’t get to chase chickens around the yard, like Micah and the other children do! :)

Doing the dishes after fellowship time (and yes, that is a John Deere shirt!)

Looks like Micah is chasing a girl, but the chicken had just gone around the bush...

Today (8/26/12) was our first Sunday at a Malawian BIC (Brethren in Christ) church.   About once a month, we hope to visit BIC churches in the area.  These services are largely in Chichewa (national language), but often have someone who can serve as a translator, at least for parts of the service.  We have the hymnal* that is used in Malawian BIC churches in both Chichewa and English, so although we sing in Chichewa, we can at least look up what we are singing.  Although we forgot to take our camera this morning, we did take our voice recorder, so here is a sampling of the worship (the picture you see is from Maone church, taken during our vision trip 2 years ago):

We only caught the second half of the first song you hear, but it is a favorite of ours, so wanted to include it:

Pass Me Not*

Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,

Hear my humble cry:

While on others Thou art calling,

Do not pass me by.

Saviour!  Saviour!
Hear my humble cry:
And while others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by.

Let me at a throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief;
Kneeling there in deep contrition,
Help my unbelief.

chorus

Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.

chorus

Thou the spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me;
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in heav’n but Thee?

chorus

*Hymns for Malawi.  English Version of Nyimbo Za Mulungu.  Revised Music-Edition (Chichewa) July 1974.  This English Edition June 1975.

This song was later in the service, but represents the type of singing that is common in many African cultures.  There is a call and response (leader and group), different clapping patterns and even some hearty “yells” for lack of a better word.  What you can’t see is that everyone is also moving – just can’t help it with this song!  Now, what are we all singing about?  We didn’t catch the song number on this one, so we’re not sure…see if you can hear any words you recognize.