Something that is very different and cool to me about Mozambique is that there is always a fruit that is in season. There is no such thing as harvest season because something is always ready to be harvested. There are still distinct seasons, now we are currently on the tail end of the rainy/hot season, but they aren't necessarily as drastic as in North America.
I have a couple fruit trees in my yard. A mango tree and a lemon tree. Mango season ended a couple weeks ago and the lemons will soon be ripe. There is always a new fruit and taste to look forward to. With that said there are also several fruits here that I have never heard of and still can't pronounce the names of correctly. Most of them I have never tried before, some I don't necessarily care to try any time in the future.
One day as I was walking down my street I came across my neighbor, Castelo. He was energetic as usual. He had something in his hand, so I curiously asked what it was. He said it was "uma laranja" (an orange). This didn't seem right to me as the fruit he was holding was obviously very green. So I told him, "Isso fruta esta verde, nao laranja." (This fruit is green, not orange.) He assured me that it was an orange even though it is green. I trusted him and later tried one for myself. Sure enough he was right and this "green" orange was actually pretty tasty, but more like a hybrid between a lemon and an orange.
One other thing different here is that trees are identified by the fruit they bear. I know that may seem like common sense at first, but almost all of the trees here produce fruit and that is how they are identified. There are mango trees, orange trees, lemon trees, mafura trees, guava trees, pomegranate trees, and coconut trees.
This reminds me of an illustration I often used when spending friday nights evangelizing in downtown oklahoma city. We would talk about the signs of a true believer, what a Christian's life will look like. In matthew 7 Jesus talks about true believers being recognized by their fruits. An apple tree is going to grow apples, end of story. Same thing with an orange tree, it is growing to grow oranges. Now there are different varieties of apples, as well as oranges (whether green or orange), but the same truth remains. No matter how badly an apple tree wants to produce oranges it is still going to grow apples. That's its identity, what it is capable of. When our hearts are changed as Christians, we are given that new identity and have no other destiny but to produce the fruits of a Christian.
As I've been living here and seen trees be recognized by their fruits, this part of scripture has added a new dimension to my life. These trees around me are given a name, that name is given based on what is produced and growing from them. The same is true of me. Have I really been producing fruit that I want to be known by and for my life to be identified by?
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
strength and diligence
Mozambican women are people of massive strength. In several ways, but I will share with you one scenario. This week I ran out of propane in my house. It just so happened that it was the same night I was without electricity, which was a little ironic. When I ran out of propane, I asked my neighbor's empregada (house helper), Lucia, to help me get a new one. She is one of these extremely strong woman I am referring to. She came to my house picked up the propane tank and put it on her head without much effort. We then walked down to get a new one together. Then she not only lifted the new and very FULL and heavy tank up, but put it on her head and it remained there our entire walk back. It didn't even phase her, we kept talking and laughing, and she never budged like anything was different. This amazes me.
Typically if I need something I just walk down the street to the vendors and buy it for myself. But I don't have the strength to carry a propane tank 1/3 of a mile and back by myself. Empty I could probably handle it, but not when I have to bring back a full one. It usually takes two men to carry one together, so it's not just due to a lack of physical strength.
I can barely carry a book on my head without dropping it, let alone a full propane tank (and not a small one like you use on your grill on the fourth of july). These woman I just watch the work they do and can do nothing but watch in awe. I guess it would be a little easier if you've been doing it since a young age, but still takes strength. This makes me also realize the work ethic of the people I am surrounded by.
I have a favorite banana guy that I see most days. He has this little banana push cart with a "Bananalandia" sign welded to the front right in between two welded on headlights. I see him every morning, across the street from my house, as I leave for school waiting to pick up his bananas to sell for the day. Then on the way home from school I will often see him about a mile or two up the road pushing his cart around selling them. He is faithful to selling those bananas. I see him almost everyday and from morning until evening most of the time. I'm encouraged every time I see him working hard and diligent.
Mozambique has a 98% unemployment rate, but it is not a place of lazy people who are unwilling to work. In my experience it has actually proven to be a place where the people work harder than anywhere else I've ever been. The unemployment rate refers to people working professionally and being paid by a "boss" or working for an "organization" or "business." Most of the people here work day to day selling what they can for the sake of survival. They don't have the luxury of benefits or health coverage or a special retirement package. They live day by day, making enough for today to have dinner tonight.
I've learned some valuable lessons about having a strong work ethic from these people. I greatly admire this work ethic and the commitment to work hard day after day.
This reminds me of a parable Jesus told about the dishonest manager and being faithful with what we've been given regardless of its worth. We are still told to be faithful. I truly believe this carries over into our lives in so many contexts. But also to be faithful in the work set before us, regardless of what it looks like or how "insignificant" it may seem.
Typically if I need something I just walk down the street to the vendors and buy it for myself. But I don't have the strength to carry a propane tank 1/3 of a mile and back by myself. Empty I could probably handle it, but not when I have to bring back a full one. It usually takes two men to carry one together, so it's not just due to a lack of physical strength.
I can barely carry a book on my head without dropping it, let alone a full propane tank (and not a small one like you use on your grill on the fourth of july). These woman I just watch the work they do and can do nothing but watch in awe. I guess it would be a little easier if you've been doing it since a young age, but still takes strength. This makes me also realize the work ethic of the people I am surrounded by.
I have a favorite banana guy that I see most days. He has this little banana push cart with a "Bananalandia" sign welded to the front right in between two welded on headlights. I see him every morning, across the street from my house, as I leave for school waiting to pick up his bananas to sell for the day. Then on the way home from school I will often see him about a mile or two up the road pushing his cart around selling them. He is faithful to selling those bananas. I see him almost everyday and from morning until evening most of the time. I'm encouraged every time I see him working hard and diligent.
Mozambique has a 98% unemployment rate, but it is not a place of lazy people who are unwilling to work. In my experience it has actually proven to be a place where the people work harder than anywhere else I've ever been. The unemployment rate refers to people working professionally and being paid by a "boss" or working for an "organization" or "business." Most of the people here work day to day selling what they can for the sake of survival. They don't have the luxury of benefits or health coverage or a special retirement package. They live day by day, making enough for today to have dinner tonight.
I've learned some valuable lessons about having a strong work ethic from these people. I greatly admire this work ethic and the commitment to work hard day after day.
This reminds me of a parable Jesus told about the dishonest manager and being faithful with what we've been given regardless of its worth. We are still told to be faithful. I truly believe this carries over into our lives in so many contexts. But also to be faithful in the work set before us, regardless of what it looks like or how "insignificant" it may seem.
"One who is faithful in a very little is also faithful in much, and one who is dishonest in a very little is also dishonest in much." Luke 16.10
A woman not carrying a propane tank, but a huge barrel of pineapples, without even flinching.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
trip to kruger
Wednesday was Mozambican Heroes Day so once again we were able to enjoy a holiday and a break from school. We went to kruger and were able to marvel at God's beautiful creation and creativity in his animals. I hope you're able to enjoy the pictures, even though they don't do much justice in comparison to the majesty of these animals.
bat momma and baby
chameleon
giraffe
momma elephant and her baby
herd of impala running from us
(if you look closely see if you can tell how they got the nickname of being fast food, think of the golden arches)
crocodile trying to talk to us
monkey
rhinos going into the sunset
water monitor
turtle, turtle
zebra
walking elephant
pumba
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