Matt's Lesson for the Day

Top Ten List of This Whole Sledge Hammer Incident

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 01:39:00 +0000

As many of you know, Jed has invested much into extending the deck on the house. Being the plumber's helper I was growing up, it was like second nature for me to just offer help on the building as needed. And as many of you also know, a few Saturdays ago, while helping, Johnny had a sledge hammer slip from his hand and land on my head. Needless to say it hurt and led to a trip to the ER and 3 staples to close up the wound.

Because of this injury, I enjoyed the attention from everyone and showing off my battle scars. During this time, I've given many one-liners to my injury. So, I've compiled a list of my favorite that were either off the top of my head or ones that I gave much thought to.

And heeeeeere they are....

10. "I'm not sure if it knocked something loose or knocked it back into place."
9. "Well, there's already so many holes in my head, I didn't think anyone would notice another."
8. "I haven't had anything to blog about recently, so here's another topic."
7. "This is what I get for not going into the family business."
6. "This is what I get for not letting my mama cut my hair anymore."
5. "Mama was right, I do have a hard head."
4. "Daddy was right, I am a knot head."
3. "I don't think Jed is going to like that you're saying it should have been him."
2. "Johnny was mad that I skipped out on work the day before."
1. "Considering I've been to the beach 3 weeks this summer along with sleeping past 11, being a teacher is still worth the summer break."

Cinder Block Mystery Story

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 20:15:00 +0000

Continuing the Senegal blog series, albeit 3 months later, here's the explanation to why 2 concrete cinder blocks appeared on the porch of Jed's and my house last week with a note that said "hey guys, wait a minute and I'll get you a towel" - signed Hawa:

As anyone who has a 2nd grade education, knows that Africa's climate is HOT. Not only is it hot, but dry and with very little places to go for cooling, especially during the dry season which we were there 8 years ago. Also having spent 2 years in Africa and experienced many of the same and so much more was a 2 year missionary named Anna Vaughn whose blog you will find in my blogroll. Two weeks ago we had the privilege of meeting Anna in person rather than communicating through Facebook and reading each other's blogs. While we were there at her aunt's house, we shared the interesting story of how Jed and I....how can I say this in PC terms?... responded to nature's call. Outside the hut where we were staying was a 6-foot hole with a concrete lid and tiny hole called a pit used for "responding." (Okay, I'm just gonna have to come out and say it rather than worry about offending anyone) When doing #2, it was difficult to squat down to the hole, so Jed and I set up 2 concrete cinder blocks to use for sitting on. Well, remember how I said Africa is HOT? Well, 120 degrees is how hot and in the middle of the day, one does not want to sit on concrete blocks. Well, Jed forgot that it was hot and went and sat down on the blocks and the corners of the blocks burnt Jed's hind end. So we decided to put a towel on the blocks for sitting to prevent such "rump roasts."

Anna liked this story so much she secretly put these blocks on our porch with the note and signed it with her African name, Hawa and today, we received a towel in the mail.

Thanks Anna for your thoughtfulness and remember, we'll get you back! :)

March 23, 2001, Senegal Missions

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 14:31:00 +0000

Last night, we crossed the border over into The Gambia. Jed and I stayed at "The Hilton" that is located at the home of the Austin's. This morning we left at about 8:00 to take the ferry across the Gambia river. We waited about 5 hours in line for the ferry to take us and Jim's truck across. While waiting, we went shopping at the little stores that were along the road to the ferry. Both Jed and I bought a Senegalese soccer uniform for 7500 CFA in which the seller was asking 12000 CFA in his first offer. Because we've been learning how to bargain, we dropped the price about $5.

On the way to Banjul, Gambia which is where the resort is, we had a ride worth writing about. First of all, the roads were horrible. The potholes were so many that everytime we hit one, we were tossed around like rag dolls in the truck. When we got out of the truck, I was sore from bouncing in the seats. But not only were the roads rough, but the ride was very long considering that we also got lost. When we stopped to ask directions, the people just told us to stay on the road we're on. They didn't tell us about the many forks in the road. There was not a defined main road. Somehow we made it there in one day and in one piece. On the way, we looked over to the side of the road off in the bust and saw many baboons. We stopped to see if we could get a picture but the closer we got, the more they ran away. There must have been at least 100 of them suckers.

The people here in the Gambia and at this resort, Kololi Beach, speak English. That is such a huge difference than back in Senegal. Of course, The Gambia is a former English colony and the resort is run by Englanders.

Operation Christmas Child- Letter Received

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 00:48:00 +0000

Ever since college days at North Greenville, I've filled a shoe box for Operation Christmas Child. As most of you know, I was able to actually deliver the boxes 2 years ago. But not until now have I had a response from the child that my box was delivered to. The boy's name is Boly and he is from Burkina Faso in Africa. Below the pic is the translation of the letter from French to English, thanks to my buddy Ryan and his coworker.

Hi
How are you? I am doing well in Toma (Burkina Paso). Initially, I want to introduce myself.
My name is Boly Hamadou son of Boly Issa and Barry Adjacotou. I am a boy with black color and I am small to the size.My father is a farmer and my mother is a housewife/housekeeper and myself, I am a student secteur 3. I am in class CM1 (middle class first year). I am very happy corresponding with you because by reading the different notes I am starting to know/learn about American reality.(Had a hard time to figure out exactly what he wrote here, but something like this)
I live in a little province (Toma) of Barbina-Pase. In Bardina we have three main languages (Moore, Descula, Fafoudalle) and one official language that we learn in school which is French but my native language is Fafoudalle. In this presentation I would also like to talk you about our climate. At the present the sun is shining and the air is hot which keeps us warm. Is the sun shining where you are?
I would appreciate to get an answer to my letter, please.

March 20, 2001- Senegal

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 02:52:00 +0000

I can't remember if I mentioned that I'm thinking about typing this journal and giving it to people when I get back. (HERE IT IS!) I certainly don't want to bore anyone that reads this including myself.

Last night, we read stories 28 and 29. The stories told of how each of the prophets prophesied the coming of Christ. We told them last night the next few stories will tell of the Perfect Sacrifice and the Promised Son in the person of Jesus. I can't wait till we get to them so they can truly see why why we are here and that the reason people are not believing because they have not heard and they don't know. Their reaction last night was disappointing for me because they seemed unimpressed that Jesus in the Promised Son. To the Jews, "He's not what we expected." To me, He's a whole lot more! As I live with these people, I see some of the nicest, friendliest people anyone will ever meet and they won't hesitate to do anything for you. It hurts me to know for a fact that if they die before accepting Jesus they will spend eternity separated from God.

It's gotten even hotter as the days have gone by. Yesterday, I believe was hotter than the 122 F day 2 weeks ago. Yesterday, I believe, was very humid b/c I've never sweated so much before in my life. The flies are very pesty especially when I'm trying to sleep and when I'm doing my quiet time in the mornings and even as I write these words.

Tomorrow, the prayer walkers from California are supposed to come with Jim and Bev. It will be exciting to see some more Americans!

Lately I've been having dreams that I've been going home. But I haven't been really homesick while I've been here. I do miss Mom and Dad and Alana. I've never missed them as much before because I've always known I can get in a car and go see them. I look forward to talking to them on the phone and hearing their voices.

I'm learning so much about myself and how spiritually filthy I am. Satan even attempts to make me believe that because I have certain sins in my life means that I'm not saved. But immediately the Lord reassures me that I am His and that the prayers that I pray to Him, he hears because I am His child.

March 18, 2001- Senegal Missions

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 01:23:00 +0000

Today was Jed and my first Sunday not only in the village but the first Sunday we haven't had church in Senegal. Most of the day we played the praise tapes out in our "backyard" and sang along to the Lord. Our neighbor, the teacher, is becoming very curious about our being here and about our religion. He knows so much but maybe not the important details of who Christ is. Today, we told him the difference between us and Catholics whom the Muslims despise. Ousman also helped explain what Catholics believe versus what we believe.

Samba has been very curious as well about what the Bible says and he has been asking Ousman many questions. Samba is the 17 year old cripple and is very interested in becoming a Christian. However, because of his disability he may and will experience rejection from his family if he converts which will lead to further pain because of his need for support.

Tonight, during our storying group in our compound, a large scorpion came within a foot of Jed and my feet. We literally jumped out of our sandals while Fatoo came to the rescue and killed the sucker flat with her sandal.

In our storying group this week, we've encountered many distractions that have caused low attendance in our groups. The stories at Mbacke's are 5 behind the ones at Musa's. We just finished story #20 about Elijah and Elisha. The next one is on Jonah. Soon it will get into the New Testament.

I'm excited that we're getting into the bulk of the New Testament and in the life of Jesus. Gjibi will be back with us. The people here like to listen to him tell the stories better than Ousman because he speaks more clearly. We like him because he speaks better English than Ousman and is more fun to talk to. Tonight we really got to talk with Ousman about he and his wife who is not a Christian. When she first heard that he became a Christian, she divorced him for 2 years. Ousman tells of how Jim and Bev took him in and helped him out. She is back with him but still not a believer. He reads her the Bible and I know he prays for her. It would be great for Jim and Bev if not better for both of them financially if she becomes a believer and they both become home missionaries.

March 17, 2001- Senegal Missions

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 01:57:00 +0000

Today is Saturday, which is the 1st Saturday we've stayed in the village. The storying groups have gone slow this week because Mbacke has been to and from Kaffrine all week and has been too tired to attend. I pray that when we leave on Wednesday that they will remember where we left off when we return the next time. Our next story is 24 and the New Testament starts on number 31. The life of Jesus is very important to sharing the Gospel but also very controversial to Muslims.

Rats continue to make homes in our hut or at least use it as a visiting site. We make sure every night that no food is lying around but they seem to stay up in the roof and outside in our trash bin.

Jim and Bev are in Dakar this weekend picking up prayerwalkers that will be coming to our village and Mike's village. At nights, we've tried to pickup some English stations on the short wave radio. At around 8PM, there are several but they don't come in very clear. Of course, there are French stations but also Wolof and German, we think. I'm interested to hear about the world news but we haven't been able to listen to any reports, not even a BBC station.

Cooking has been very fun for me and Jed at nights. Last night, we cooked weenies and put them in the little buns called "tenks" that we buy in the village. They were very good and filling. We have to be cautious with the cans bcause it can be mistaken for pork which is against Muslim beliefs and we don't want to offend them. Yesterday, we had to throw away many of our carrots that we have cooked for lunch because they were rotten. But the kids just ate them all up. Right beside our compound is two baby goats that have been recently born. When we saw them, we told them to name them Babacar, after Jed, and Mataar, after me. They got a good laugh out of that. There were also 2 chicks that were born and we named them the same thing. But both of them died soon after and they laughed at that even more.

March 15, 2001- Senegal Missions

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 20:38:00 +0000

Our sore throats lasted a while which caused Jim to take us to a doctor in Kaolack. He said we had what is called The Grip or the flu. Antibiotics seemed to be the cure, however, last night was the coldest night we've had since we've been here.

Last night, I heard many mice in our hut. Especially the one that was up 2 feet from my head and eating candy out of Jed's plastic bag. I was kinda scared that it would get inside my mosquito net and into my bed.

Yesterday, Jed and I started wearing out African pants. They are much cooler and comfortable. This morning I woke up with a sore throat again! Now it has gone down a little bit. I took the last of the antibiotics this morning.

This morning, OUsman, Jed and I went to a nearby village, Serecogne to visit one of Ousman's friend that was sick. While we were there we were able to give bibles in French to the teachers that visited us several weeks ago.

RIght now, we're going to story number 20. Last night's storying group was small at first so we just reviewed and talked with those there about what we've done and what is coming up. Jallo asked WHO is the Perfect Sacrifice the story keeps talking about. We told him that it's Jesus. Story number 31 talks of what must anyone do to be saved. Satan has really been attacking Jed and me. At the same time, God is showing us more of our hearts and how blurred our reflection is of him.

Men who come to the storying groups:
Mbacke- HOH (head of household)
Musa- Chief of the village
Omar- HOH
Jallo- HOH
Samba- crippled 17 year old- we think is already a believer
Husanoo- son-in-law of chief
Pappa- ?
Samba- ?
Lyon- son of chief

March 8, 2001- Senegal, West Africa

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 00:19:00 +0000

Well, I'm definitely not a good journal writer. I find it very difficult to write anything. This week is Tabaski and there are many people in our village that I've never seen before. We are definitely the main attraction this week. However, last night our storying group took a back seat to the festivities of the week.

Ousman is back with us this week. It's hard to communicate with him because he knows very little English. But Jed and I are learning so much that we don't need him as much but there are times we don't understand people.

It has definitely gotten hotter this week. Yesterday when we left to come to the village, it was 105 in the shade at 4:00pm. I pray that we won't get sick the remaining time we're here. As of right now, Jed and I have a sore throat. We don't know how we got it, but it is a bother.

I also haven't been too faithful to my prayer hours. The ones that I seem to remember most often are Jed and his family, my family, my friend Robyn from Georgia and my church family. I know each of these has major decisions and concerns facing them and I expect God to answer these requests and He may receive glory.

Today, February 17th, 2009

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 21:32:00 +0000

Although my schedule has allowed me to post about Senegal only once a week, I've decided to take a break from 8 years ago and reflect about today. I sit here having come home early to rest my big toe. Yes, I have a nasty ingrown toenail that nags me to the point I finally made an appointment to get the thing cut out in a couple of days.

Retyping my Senegal journal made me realize how much I had forgotten. What I do remember is that I didn't include every detail or feeling in fear of who might read it and may become offended that my feelings weren't very "missionary-like." I was miserable on many levels and at many different times. But it's amazing to how much I loved Africa and all those experiences.

But that brings me to today. I love what I do. But there are so many times I describe events throughout my day as miserable, frustrating, upsetting, horrible, nauseating, and many other nasty terms. But I love what I do. I want to give up, move away, change my scenery, or hide hoping people and situations will go away. But I couldn't see myself doing anything else.

When I mention, reflect, or ponder the events of Senegal, I have good thoughts. I would love to go back. I would love to taste Attaya tea again and eat the rice made by our "family" or listen to Djibi tell the stories in Wolof although I had heard them hundreds of times growing up. I don't remember what made me miserable. Africa was hard, no doubt about it. Living there, being away from home, adjusting to the culture, you name it, I had a hard time with many things.

But what made Africa difficult is what's making today not so bad. Yeah, I have "one of those days" about everyday, but what will I think about this year down the road?

February 28, 2001- Senegal Part 11

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 01:13:00 +0000

Well, this is the last day of February and so much has happened already, and I haven't written everything down describing what I've done and seen. Every morning I come outside to our little courtyard area to do my quiet time. The sun is very hot even at 9:00. People come into our compound and see us reading. I wonder if they know what we are reading or maybe why we spend so much time reading and writing after we wake up.

Everyday at lunch we have rice and vegetables. We have to chew the rice very carefully because of little rocks that are in it. I really like the rice when it's cooked with the fish but I definitely don't like the fish. This weekend we travel to Mbour for a weekend of rest and relaxation. The missionaries chose next week because it's Tabaski. Tabaski is a major holiday for the Muslims in which they sacrifice a lamb for their sins. I don't know if we'll be here next week because Ousmane is going to eat with his family that Tuesday.

Here's a few other things that are happening:

The roof of our hut has fallen and this morning, Musa fixed a little of it and Ramatoo swept up afterwards.

Monday, I failed to mention that we went to the well with Koomba, Fatoo and Ami. Jed and I just sat and watched for the most part but ended up helping fill up a big barrel.

Penda just came to get rice from our bag in our hut to cook for lunch and today we might have chicken.

The sheep like to rub up against the fence as they walk down the streets to scratch their backs.

This week we have a door being built that goes from the compound into our courtyard. We'll also have a wall to block view of our hole in the ground used as our toilet.

My fingers are calloused from cracking peanuts with the women of our compound.

The Attaya tea has become very good to me. Jed still does not like it. He says it's too bitter. I believe it's an acquired taste.

This week we brought several gifts to our compound. To Ami Ndaw, we brought tea and sugar and to Musa we brought oranges and bananas. I enjoyed seeing the reactions when we gave them the gifts.

February 27, 2001- Senegal part 9

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 13:00:00 +0000

I have yet to describe the sounds I hear around our compound.

I hear the cries of young children every morning from Musaar and Xuddi who are always fighting each other (typical, right).
I hear a radio that is either broadcast in Wolof or in Arabic.
The ladies are always talking to each other.
Donkeys bey loudly. It sounds awful as if they are in pain.
Hens and their chics strut all around the compound and even into our hut.
And just like at home, birds chirp away in the trees.
The pounding of millet in our compound as well as nearby compounds is a very common sound throughout the village.
Sometimes in the morning, the chief, Musa, can be heard working outside our hut chopping a tree to sell the wood for making a roof for a hut.
And the most obnoxious and irritating sound is that of a rooster crowing at 5:30 in the morning.

This is our 3rd week living in the village. I'm starting to feel more and more comfortable everyday. I have to admit that I've been somewhat miserable here at times. I'm always thinking of the day we return home and who we will see when we get there. I really enjoy the storying times because that is where I feel the main reason why we're here. Also my favorite time is when we go to the missionaries' house on the weekend and we receive maybe a letter or two in the mail and are able to check email. I've been getting either a glass of ice cold water or a coke to drink first thing. I receive peace when I understand that I'm in God's will although I feel somewhat miserable. But I know God is pleased with where I am. I'm oftentimes hungry physically but I feel I'm always being fed spiritually through God's word and by doing God's work. Just the name of Jesus means so much more to me now. I got a haircut this weekend and it feels so much better than before. As soon as we arrived in Xende, Koomba asked me where my hair was. I told them all it went to America or to the ground. This week in our devotional, I wrote my own 23rd Psalm. It can be found in the very back of the journal.
The Lord is my Leader I shall never be lost again. He takes me places I never thought I would go Places that are contrary to my own preference Listening for Your voice is oftentimes difficult Discernment is what I long for Yes, though You lead to places that may lead to my death I will still follow, for You are with me and in the lead When I fall that is when you carry me. You prepare the way before me in the presence of my "enemies" You fill me with Your Spirit My passport overflows! Surely people and places I will see all the days of my life And I shall "Go" with my Leader forever!

February 24, 2001- Senegal part 9

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 13:00:00 +0000

Well, this week proved itself to be a week to remember although it's #2 of what will be 13 weeks. Last night was a night that was truly unexpected. A party was planned for the students in the village because they had just finished their exams. Pretty American, right?
Some teacher friends of our neighbor, Taxa, from Serecogne came to our compound afterwards. For about 5 or 6 of them sat around talking to us. They wanted to know why we were there and what we were doing. We told them we were followers of Jesus (Taalibe Yeesu, like last post) and that we were telling stories from the Bible in the village. One guy asked Jed if he believed the Koran. Jed hesitated to say no. He was shocked that we didn't believe in the Koran. We went into detail to tell them we believed in 1 God and not 3 gods.

However, the 2 guys I was talking to asked for 2 French bibles. They said they wold read them and then come to our village and ask me to explain to them what they were reading. I feel that if anything, that I read to help these teachers find the Truth so that in the school, they may present the Gospel. Wow! What an incredible influence they would be! I know that I can't save them, but I pray God's Word will do the work. What a divine appointment that was with their coming to our village and our hut and us being able to present the Gospel to them. It was so much easier because they spoke our language and we didn't need a translator. They are now without excuse to not have heard about Jesus.

I wonder what our neighbor, Taxa, thought about last night. While we were there, he was helping explain to them what salvation and sin was. If he doesn't watch out, the Lord will save him and all his friends!

After rereading this, I actually forgot about this encounter with the teachers. I couldn't believe we had just been there 2 weeks and were meeting people who spoke English and being able to discuss with them about Jesus as openly as we were. That night we felt a little scared having told them we didn't believe in the Koran. That was like telling a class full of 1st graders there's no Santa Claus, except we were thinking this may cause us danger later on if they told the wrong people about us.

Also, thinking back to the date we were in Africa and that it was pre-September 11th. Although Senegal is not (I don't think) considered a terrorist-Muslim country, we did have our fears considering that some of the leaders in the village didn't want us being there at first.

February 22, 2001- Senegal part 8

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 13:00:00 +0000

Talalibe Yeesula

So far there are no signs of ants in our hut today. Last night, however, was very eventful outside. Both Jed and I were awakened to voices and loud drums in the village. This morning we found out that some thieves had entered the village and stolen some cows. The owner fired several shots at the thieves and retrieved his cows. I'm surprised someone had a gun way out here in the bush.

Tabaski is coming up soon. This is where the Muslims sacrifice a lamb. The lambs sell for 30,000 to 100,000 Franc. If a theif were to steal 10 sheep, then he could make off with a lot of money. Yesterday at the storying group at Mbacke's, Mbacke brought the book we gave him written in Wolofal. Wolofal is the Wolof language written in Arabic script. The book was stories about Jesus and his life. He told us about where he read, "Let him who is thirsty come to Me and drink, let him come to Me and have eternal life." They responded with "that is the Truth." I'm not sure why each one in the storying group made that statement unless they now believe Jesus and his teachings.

Today, Maar (the "Give me money" guy), came by and picked up some of our devotional books and one of our bibles. He then told us the story about Gabriel and Mary being pregnated by the Holy Spirit and gave birth to Jesus.

Taalibe Yeesula, the title of this journal entry, means "I'm a follower of Jesus." This is important because the term Christian to Muslims means you eat pork and believe in 3 gods. Their meaning of Christians is actually Catholics who Muslims think believe that Jesus, God and Mary are three different gods as well as eating pork which Muslims consider is unclean meat.

February 21, 2001- Senegal part 7

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 13:00:00 +0000

Yesterday wasn't exactly what we were expecting after a night like Monday night. Neither storying group showed up so we didn't get to ask about the question that was previously asked.

However, yesterday and this morning ants came to check out the Toubab hut. We used a whole bottle of Yotox bug spray while we received help from the local chicken population. It's also been cloudy all this week. But it's not rain clouds but none are dust clouds that they call "niis." As I'm writing this, the sun tends to wanna peek out of the clouds and make it hot.

We've been here approximately 4 and a half weeks and I've lost about 15 pounds. I feel as though I've been eating pretty good but that's what the scales say. Djibi, our other language teacher, has been with us this week and I feel we're going to learn so much more this week. There's one guy named Masi who wants to learn English from us. All he knows is "Give me money!" He appears to be a devout Muslim especially since his house is right near the Mosque.

Attaya tea is very bitter, but I've seemed to be able to stand it enough to drink it. They make it buy heating what looks like tiny coals. Then they take a little tea pot and put a small amount of tea leaves and then a lot of sugar. They prepare it by pouring it in and out of the pot and little shot glasses. They do that to mix it and to let it cool.

It seems as though the women here in the compound just sit around and talk about us and who knows what else. During the afternoon, it is very hot and although we're in our room, we sweat so much just lying on our beds. Flies swarm around us annoy us like crazy.

Every time we come back from the city, they ask us where are their gifts and we tell them we have no money. We enjoy the bread that they have here in the boutique that's in the village. For 4 little buns, it is 100 Franc which equals to 15 cents.

I have such a great desire to learn the language so that I would be able to ask them questions about what they believe spiritually and supernatural things. They realize they are sinners, but they believe that God just decides who will go to Heaven and who doesn't.

February 20, 2001- Senegal part 6

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 13:00:00 +0000

Last night was truly a different night for both me and Jed. For all my life I've heard the story of Adam and Eve but not until last night did I really understand how one sin changed the world. But what made the night so difficult was a question that was asked by Mbacke. Adam and Eve's sin separated not only them from God forever but all mankind. All mankind was sentenced to die, separated from God. Mbacke asked "What must I do to be saved?" Our trained response was to tell him to keep coming to the storying and find out. If it had been anywhere else and that question was asked, we wold have immediately told him about Jesus. That was hard for us and right now we're still looking for what we should do.

My heart is breaking for them and is continuing to break because they do not believe in the One that has changed my life so much and given me the hope I have today. Death is so common to the Wolof people because of the lack of needed medicines and appropriate precautions.

My prayer is that God will allow them to live to have the opportunity to accept Jesus as their Savior. I pray for Mbacke, Jaga, Musa, Omar and others that I don't know the names of.

As of right now, our roof is falling apart. I don't believe it will last much longer. As long as the foundation is secure and the walls are good, we'll be alright.

The guy I mentioned, Mbacke, was a leader in the village and allowed us to come tell the stories in his compound. He was a very tall, skinny man. We had to walk about a quarter mile across the village to his compound at 5pm everyday.
Before we began the stories, the missionaries told us the listeners will ask about the One who will come and forgive all sins. But we were not to mention Jesus because they will be offended because of their Islamic beliefs. We wanted so badly to tell them the answer but couldn't.

February 17, 2001- Senegal

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 13:00:00 +0000

For those who are reading this blog for the first time ever or for the first time in the last couple of weeks, I am remembering a 4 month mission trip to Senegal, West Africa. I have been publishing my journal entries here for personal reflection and inspiration for where the Lord has taken me.

Well, this was our first week in the much anticipated and much talked about mud hut. We moved our trunks and beds and other stuff in on Monday the 12th but didn't spend the night until Tuesday. We didn't have our first storying group until 8:00 that night because our 1st planned group was canceled due to a meeting over at the school in the village. There are two schools within the village. One is a Koranic school, which teaches the Koran and other Muslim practices to young children, and the other is a French school. French is the official language of Senegal but not everyone is fluent. Many of the kids attend the schools however some stay home and work.

Our 1st meal came that Tuesday around 2 or 3. Rice and some special sauce was for lunch and the wonderful "Cere" for dinner. Cere (pronounced cherry) is the color and texture of brown sugar but the taste of sandy dirt. Just the smell of Cere gags me.

There are very few men in the compound where we live. A compound consists of 7-10 mud huts that are formed in a circle. Our compound has 7 huts that circle around the chief of the village's hut. Musa, the chief, his 2 wives and one's husband is still living, and their children make up the compound. The women work all day cooking and preparing meals. It is extremely hard work from what I can see. The men just lay around all day because it is not planting or harvest season. During the day, we sit outside with the women of the village and practice speaking the language. Our first night in the mud hut left me scared but secure within the safety of my mosquito net. But there aren't many mosquitos, but the rats and lizards like to roam around the room during the night. Our hut seems to be a popular hangout in the compound. Kids and grownups alike are curious to see how we "toubabs" live. A "toubab" is the term the Senegalese use for white foreigners. Every morning, and I mean EVERY morning, we are awakened around 5 by a rooster. And this rooster crows for 2 hours. We eventually wake up around 8-8:30 and start our daily Bible reading.

I'm really encouraged by how our storying groups have met so far. Jed and I pray before each group and we can feel the Holy Spirit there amongst us. Although we can't understand everything they say, we can sense God breaking down the walls that they've built up against us as Christians and to Christ. We are limited to our reference to Jesus because of what the missionaries have told us. That really bothers me. Their beliefs about him are very different than ours, so that means we need to set a foundation of mankind's need for Him before we can openly talk about him. What means the world to me and what I've given my life for, I can't speak freely about. I just have to wait until we get to that point in the storying. I pray and I feel that before we leave, God is going to do an incredible thing among this group of Wolof people.

This week I received 2 letters in the mail. One was a Valentine from my mom and dad and the other was from Kelly Bryant, my youth minister's daughter and fellow youth member from Bountyland Baptist Church. They were both such a great encouragement. I hope I get to call my mom and dad tomorrow.

My heart breaks for the Wolof people because of their unbelief in my Jesus that I trust and I have given my life to. I cry out to God for their salvation.

February 11, 2001- Senegal

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 16:36:00 +0000

My feet never seem to stay clean around here. I have yet to leave the house since Friday. The floor at the Vaughn's house is very dusty and, well, so is everything else. It's because of the climate here. All you need to do is open the door and everything is coated with everything flying around outside.

The Lord has really protected me from having breathing problems since I've been here. I'm beginning to feel adapted to this culture here. It's doesn't surprise me anymore when I hear the call to prayer. Last night at about 1:00, a group of men went past our window singing and then went to a party just across the street. Mike, the 2 year Journeyman, said they were singing "God is great and God is One" in Arabic.

Well, tomorrow we start moving into our hut in the village. We probably won't spend the night but maybe Tuesday night we will. I'm excited we're finally starting what we've come here for after 3 weeks of just adapting to the culture and learning the language. My lips stay chapped too. I hope I have enough chapstick to last me 3 more months. My hair is getting longer and I don't know how or when I'll get it cut. It bothers me now but I might just let it go for a while.

Well, it's been 3 weeks since we've been in Senegal so maybe we'll start getting some mail. Lately, I've been thinking about what I want to do with my life once I get back home and finish school. My dreams and what I believe it will be would take a lot of dependency on God. I've been thinking about becoming a 2 year Journeyman like Mike. I don't know where I'd want to go or where the Lord would have me to go but I do want to consider that as an option in the future.

As I read this again and consider my thoughts, I laugh that I felt uncomfortable about my hair growing long. I still feel this way to this day. I also remember those feelings about what to do next regarding my "calling" in life. Africa was such a great reflective and prayerful time for me and that next step. It's amazing to see what the Lord was doing in my life then and to see what it took to bring me to where I am now.

February 6, 2001

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 13:00:00 +0000

Well it seems that Jed picked up what I had last Monday. I know exactly what he feels like now. It's my turn to be there for him.

We moved over the Jim and Bev's today and we'll be here on the weekends from here on out. The electricity flickers on and off on occasion and Fatoo, the maid, thinks I'm rude because I have yet to greet her.

Anyways, the language appears to be coming along. Not at a fast rate by no means, but I'm picking up a little here and there. I think of home often wandering what's happening there. But I still feel as though I've just left the planet or just adopted a new life. I'm beginning to realize what the Lord has led me into. This is definitely out of my comfort zone. I understand now my purpose in life is to carry the Gospel.

My heart breaks for the Wolof people because they don't know my Savior. I believe the storying is a neat tool to present the Truth to a people group what have grown up believing a lie. The Lord is so good in how He encourages me and motivates me to do His work. In spite of myself He will use me, and He does.

Senegal 2001 Part 2

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 13:00:00 +0000

It's Saturday, January 27. Still in Dakar.

Jed and I along with a journeyman, Mary, went to Goree Island. This was the last place that the slaves were before coming to America. We rode the ferry out about 2 miles to the island. The sun was very bright and hot. The houses on the island looked a lot like those in Charleston with their bright and varying colors. There are people who live on the island but it's mainly for tourism. On top of the highest point on the island there were women selling necklaces and other things. I happened to point to one necklace that I liked, not knowing the lady was waiting so she put a necklace on both of us and gave us each a kiss on the cheek. We didn't buy the necklaces but we did leave a bit embarrassed. Both Jed and I forgot to wear a hat or sunscreen o the island so we got a little sunburned.

Sunday night the 28th, we arrived in Kaffrine. We rode a bush taxi 4 and a half hours. About 4:45 am Monday morning, I awoke with an upset stomach. About an hour later, I was throwing up. I continued throwing up about every hour for the next 5 hours. As of right now, I don't know if it was a virus, food poisoning, or some form of malaria, but I do know it was one of the sickest times I've ever had. Minutes seemed like hours and the day seemed like a whole week. Being in another country, sick and alone in a house is one of the hardest times I've been through. But the Lord, the Counselor, was with me all the way. I missed out on the dental clinic today due to my illness, but I've got to rest and relax and recover. I also got to read and write in this journal.

Ryle Radke and Pastor Wally from Alaska are here with us this week and it's really good to see them. It's crazy how we tend to cross paths with those we thought we'd never see again. The Lord is teaching me how important it is to keep my focus on Him and how the distractions cause me to miss out on a blessing.

Pastor Wally was a pastor we worked with while doing summer missions in Alaska no more than 6 months ago. Then we get to see him again a couple of thousand miles away in the desert region in Africa. How cool huh? Also cool is the girl Mary we met. Also while in Alaska, we met a man at a gas station who saw the church van we were driving and began telling us about his daughter who was a missionary in Africa. After talking with Mary for a while, we remembered this man and found out it was her dad! That truly freaked us out!

Week 1- Mangi Jang Wolof

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 13:00:00 +0000

The following entry was written after we had been in the capital city, Dakar for about a week:

January, 2001

The title means I'm learning Wolof.

I didn't know what to expect back in the states about what it was going to be like. I had a feeling I was going to have a problem with it. And I have had a problem at first with fear no one will understand me and I already know I don't understand them. I don't want to become discouraged to the point of giving up. But God has His way of keeping me encouraged. He's going to help me and He has.

I don't know much now but the more I learn and the more I use what I learn, the more fun it becomes. Ibu, our language teacher, is a good teacher. He makes it fun learning and he doesn't go on until he knows we know it.

My biggest problem is fear of embarrassment of no one understanding me. But when I look at it from God's perspective, my fear can be overcome and it will be overcome with help from the Lord. My faith in the Lord to take care of me and teach me great things is my driving force. Matthew 9:29 says "Because of your faith, it will happen." If I believe that I can do nothing without strength from the Lord, then I can boldly say "I have no fear!"

I've never before wanted to learn something so badly than how I want to learn the language, the culture, and the do's and don'ts so that they may see I really want to know them and relate to them. I hope to be able to strike up a conversation with the cab driver next time.

Most everyone is very friendly and wants to talk to you. The Market is a place like no other. The smell can be downright nauseating. Fish are spread out and piled up on tables with vegetables covered with flies. Dakar, the capital city, is not all that large of a city, well at least what I've seen of it. I'm guessing it's as big as Greenville or Columbia maybe but it has over 1 million people. And I think we've seen everyone one of them as we drive downtown.

It amazes me to think that about 99% or more of the people we see aren't Christians. It also surprises me how open the Muslims are with their religion. I see men praying on their little mats out in the middle of the town or on the side of the street. They are not ashamed although what they believe is not the Truth. There are so many of us who have the Truth but are ashamed.

I remember those smells as if it were yesterday. Ironically, how I miss those smells. I can't believe how I left out the airport experience. We got off the plane in the middle of the runway with our bags just to our right. We were 2 little white dots in the midst of the terminal until one little guy came and grabbed our bags and carried them to a cart. We didn't know what to think of that. We finally saw the missionaries who assumed we were the 2 college guys they had volunteer on a mission of a lifetime.

Back in the Game

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 23:57:00 +0000

Yes. I've made a New Year's Resolution to get back from my hiatus of both reading and writing blog entries to contributing to literacy amongst my followers. I've always been a man of few words but over the past few months, but that has really come into view through MLFTD (Matt's Lesson for the Day, duh!)
For some reason I've found it necessary to remember. Normally my memories are about what I messed up that day. Or about what I should have said when I said something dumb or when I said nothing at all. Mostly it's nothing at all.
I've even posted pictures on Facebook for those who were there and for those who have heard the stories time and time again.

So, for the next few weeks, or however long it takes, I will take a stroll down memory lane. Yes, all the way back to when I was 20 and 21 years old. You're right, that was just 7-8 years ago, but nonetheless, a while ago.
We'll start on January 21st, 2001 in Senegal, West Africa. Jed and I were semester missionaries to the Wolof people in the village of Xende (pronounced Hen Day). I am fortunate to have kept a journal (not a diary; girls keep diaries; not one single entry began with "Dear") of weekly encounters and thoughts. It's heart wrenching to look back through this journal at my feelings and thoughts about certain aspects of mission work and what God was doing in my life at this time.
These entries over the next few weeks are purely for my remembrance and reflection, but if you find inspiration or encouragement from them, then praise to the Lord, right?!
Please feel free to comment and ask questions throughout this process. I will include some commentary along with the entries to add some information that I may have left out or new information that has happened since we left.

Keep up to date. The first entry will appear Thursday morning, January 8th and each entry following it approximately every 2 days.

One Year Later

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 00:20:00 +0000

Just this week, I've found myself referring many times to a two and a half week long experience that happened this time last year. The most surprising effect of that encounter was the amount of hits my blog has experienced because of it.

Do you have a clue what that was you-faithful-blog-readers-you?

It was this 28 year old's (then 27) bout with the chicken pox. I titled it "The Chicken Pox Chronicles." The reasons I've mentioned it to many people are the important events in mine and friends' lives that I was unable to attend because of that.
Not to mention that I missed 12 days of school, but I also missed my PLT test (one of the many hoops teachers have to jump through). I could have went to the test site but I wanted to avoid as many embarrassing scenarios as I could.
I was also not able to go to my friend Joye's house warming party. I just saw her house for the first time at her birthday party last weekend.
This past Sunday as a helped receive Operation Christmas Child boxes, I recalled how last year I was cooped up in the house and unable to participate in this love of mine.

Speaking of chicken pox and my blog, did you know if you were to Google "chicken pox shaving" that my blog would come up as the number 1 hit?! You can also search for pictures of adult chicken pox and there's me!

One of my blog features is called Feedjit. It tells me how people appeared on my blog and where they are logging on. Many web surfers have Googled someone's name that I've either mentioned or have commented on my blog and found their way to a previous post. You all might be thinking "So What!?" but to me that's just cool.

I Voted

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 19:38:00 +0000

I haven't blogged in a century, but I blogged today dog gone it!

I also woke up at 6 am to go vote. I wanted to sleep late but I got up anyways. Jed and I arrived at the polling place at 6:15 and waited in the dark and left the polls at 7:30 in the light.

I already voiced my complaints of those running the thing but I won't here.
I am thankful I didn't wait 3 hours like those behind me in line and others who we saw waiting at other polling venues. I am also thankful for a free Chick-fil-a sandwich and having to only wait 15 minutes for it.
I am thankful for a day off to go vote and hoping that everyone else has an employer who decided to bite the bullet and at least allow you to be late or leave early without a loss in pay.

Today reminded me of my first experience voting when I turned 18 back in 1998. I remember walking into the Keowee Fire Department with my parents with a very small line to vote for governor, I think.
I remember using the punch ballot and seeing how easy it was and I felt so important for having the privilege to vote.

Mirroring Reflection

mattjohnson10@hotmail.com (Matt) — Wed, 01 Oct 2008 00:51:00 +0000

One of my favorite movie quotes comes from "Remember the Titans" where Julius is being criticized for his bad attitude by his captain, Gary Berteer. After several days of 3 practices per day and constant fights amongst players because of race, Julius responds out of defense, "Attitude reflects leadership, 'Captain'."
I am cursed with a reflective attitude about every negative encounter or experience I have. When I have a rotten day or am ill towards someone, I cannot rest until I have pinpointed the cause and decided what I can do to prevent this from happening in the future.
If you looked at my previous post, I was expressing my joy over this year's new teaching venture. Of course, a lot has happened in 3 weeks. I won't go into details....
Today was "one of those days." I feel like a football team who has just suffered a horrible loss and cannot redeemed myself until the next game. Ever since 3:00, I have replayed the days events, conversations, and embarrassments, and cannot rest until I am able to make it right on a new day. I realized as much as I like routine, there comes a time when I need to break from ordinary and mix in some shock and awe so that a routine does not become a rut.
I now sit here energized with a new plan towards tomorrow. Perhaps my renewed energy and outlook for tomorrow may be reflected to my young prodigies.