Deck the Halls or Wash the Walls?

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While most folks are focusing on decking their halls this month, we spent last weekend washing walls…

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Wash those walls

But maybe we should bring you up to speed, right? Since our last written post, a few practical bits have changed, but the lessons remain the same. Malawi is once again teaching us to see things with fresh eyes, to let go of what we think we should be doing, and to embrace what is standing right in front of us. 

Last year (our missionary year, I mean) was a year of coming back into stride with the pace of life here. This year has been one of pacing our stride to our actual life. With the amazing assistance of an awesome team of super-Malawians, we started a new church near Lake Malawi (the same lake with the famous Chambo fish mentioned in that same last post).

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Lovely Lake Malawi
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Super-Malawians

The area is called Salima, but the town we’re in is called Senga Bay. It is a quiet fishing village you can drive through in about 60 seconds, but it is rich in people (and goats). If Lilongwe seems slow, Senga Bay seems to stand still. It’s even too slow for the chaotic bustle of minibuses; the primary modes of transportation (other than walking) being motorbikes or an overfilled taxi (read: a station wagon with two people in the passenger seat, four to five people in the back seat, three to four hanging out of the open hatchback door, and parcels strapped to the roof and/or hanging out of windows or doors).

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Oh little town of Senga Bay
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Fish market
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Lake life

The thrill of calling out “azungu,” the Chichewa word for “white person,” still lives on here, especially for the young children. Cattle, goats, sheep, and chickens roam the sides of the road, as numerous as people, and the lowing of cows or bleating of goats is never far away. The merciless heat rises like the opening of an oven door when you’re still an hour away by car, only quenched by a brief rain shower or when standing by the lake shore.

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Goat crossing
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What?

The topography undulates among hills and valleys along the single road from Lilongwe to Salima. Only a month ago, the landscape seemed parched with its cracked soil and dusty trees, but since the rains arrived, the refreshment it carries displays itself in fresh bright green grass, which appears to have been magically planted by fairies overnight upon plains that seemed utterly incapable of growing anything. Now the hills stretch and yawn from their dry slumber and slowly adorn themselves in decadent shades of purple and emerald. Though it takes roughly two hours to get to Senga Bay, that drive never fails to enchant me along the way. 

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Rolling hills on the way to Senga Bay
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Dry ground

So what about those halls and walls, we started this post with? Well, the building where we host church is part of the local primary school, and running water and general education about hygiene both being scarce, the tiny tots manage to work their grimy hands into the very cement of the painted walls within their reach. In keeping with the model of our sister churches in Lilongwe, we strive to bring improvement to the places we rent as a church, rather than destruction. Since the school term is concluding in a week, we took last weekend as an opportunity to wash the walls in preparation for painting while the children are on Christmas holiday.

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Sweep then scrub
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Those walls though

We announced our plans to have a cleaning day after service the week before, and we had about four folks show up from the church in addition to the four of us from Lilongwe. (We even had a few tiny assistants who played more than worked, but we gave them a pass on account of their cuteness.) We scrubbed and brushed, and brushed and mopped, and mopped and rinsed for the better part of two hours. In the end, we were about as soapy and wet as the floors and walls.

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Fortunately, it rained during our little endeavor, which provided some blissful free air conditioning as we worked. The rain, however, presented its own conundrum when Matt realized that it was pooling where it should have been draining. So he promptly set to work to unclog the drain. Twenty minutes, several rocks and plastic bottles later, and thoroughly soaked through, he triumphed, and the water once again found its proper passageway under the tiny ramp bridge.

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Where the water should be flowing
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VICTORY!

Despite our wetness, fatigue, and general aroma of staleness, a genuine something permeated the whole affair. It was Emmanuel — God was with us. Very little conversation had transpired, aside from my meager attempts at using every possible Chichewa word I know at every possible opportunity, and then being properly laughed at in response, and nothing overtly “spiritual” had been accomplished. Yet, it felt like we all knew each other a little better than we did before we started, and the fact that we didn’t speak each other’s languages fluently seemed irrelevant in the end, as well.

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Crazy hair don’t care

As we each picked up our mops and brushes, hauled water and scrubbed, Jesus joined us in the effort, working alongside us, encouraging us, revealing the depths of our hearts to one another, consecrating an unromantic event like washing walls.

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So even though we didn’t set out to deck any halls, we did in effect prepare Him room. By the simple act of cleaning up a mess we didn’t make, the Incarnation shone through. And even though most of these people will likely wake up on Christmas morning with nothing much different to speak of than the other 364 days of the year, I think, and hope, that they saw a little something more of Christmas than they would have without the seemingly insignificant act of washing a few walls and mopping a floor. But, even if they didn’t, I know I did. And that is a Christmas gift in itself.

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