Rachel and I took a day to take Aisha to a national park about an hour away to see some of the wildlife up-close and personal. She loved it! We liked it so much we ended up taking my mom there when she was in town. This was a huge protected area where a lot of wildlife could be spotted from the road.
Wildebeest (AKA Crocfood!)
These were a couple of friendly guys that I met with Mom at Liwonde. I could have reached out and touched them! In fact, the guide was daring me to jump on top and wrestle him. I admit it - I didn't have the guts.Speaking of guts...

Here I am enjoying a meal offered to me in Mozambique. These are chunks of goat stomach with goat intestine wound up around.

Here are the goats before dinner...

The small brick structure was my squatty potty and shower. The funny thing was that the wall only came up to just below my chest and there were about a hundred people around...yes...watching the white guy take a bath.We've been telling you quite a bit about the community based HIV/AIDS support center called WOFAD that we've been working quite closely with. Just before mom came it, we were conducting an experiment with them, attempting to make soap from goat fat and homemade lye.
Making soap
After 3 hours of cooking smelly fat and caustic lye we ended up with...smelly fat. Oh yeah...and the next day I (Jeremy) broke out in a rash that covered my entire body save my face and lasted for almost two weeks. I think we'll leave the soap idea alone for now!The whole point of the soap was to try and help the organization create a means of self-sustainability. They have already had some help from the Canadian government, and are keeping a corral of pigs which they are able to breed and sell. The proceeds go toward their community awareness, HIV testing, and Home Based Care activities. Here is the newest batch of piglets! These guys were only about 2 weeks old when we took this picture.

Once mom came into town, we spent a lot of time visiting the sick and dying in their homes and in the hospital. Three of our patients died while mom was here. One of them was a little one-year-old boy, Martin, who had pulled a pot of boiling water over himself. He has a sister who suffers because of Cerebral Malaria, so we were in his home just hours before he burned himself. We saw him again in the hospital, just days before he died.
Another was Paulo. Paulo was 35 years old, and had been lying on a mat for 3 months; unable to eat anything without vomiting. His family didn't understand the illness, yet refused to take him to the hospital. They suspected witchcraft and were simply waiting for him to die. The ladies of WOFAD acted against the families will and arranged transportation for him to be taken to the hospital. Even in Malawi it is illegal to deny anyone medical attention if they want it. Paulo was desperate! Once arriving in the public hospital, the only bed available for him was a mat on the floor. Several liters of intravenous fluids were all the hospital could offer, and Paulo died, most likely of AIDS, just two days later.
The third patient we lost we weren't able to meet at all. Arriving at her house with much needed food and medication, we learned that she was away visiting the witch-doctor. She died the next day.
We love working with WOFAD. One of the patients whom we have seen turn around completely is an elderly woman we lovingly call Agogo, or "Granny". When we first found her she had been abandoned to die by her family. She couldn't walk, had no food or water, and couldn't make it to the outdoor latrine to relieve herself. She was depressed, and told us several times that she was planning to kill herself.
Rachel with AgogoHer life has been totally turned around! After several months of visits in which we would bring her food, pray with her, cook her breakfast, and help clean up around the house, she is a different person! I (Jeremy) brought a couple of guys from the church, and we worked together to clear a proper path for her to make it to the latrine.


Rachel and I have been shocked and humbled that through these small efforts God has literally changed this woman's life. What a priviledge.
Here is Jeremy's mom out on home visits with WOFAD. You can see the other WOFAD ladies in the blue vests. Baby Daniel was getting sleepy, so Mom offered to give him a free ride.
While we were out, we saw something I thought you might get a kick out of...
I think he is more famous here than he is there! Obama wraps, T-shirts...its crazy!
A few months ago I felt inspired to do something a little crazy. We are living in one of the poorest countries in the world. A few districts to the south of us are suffering quite a bit because the rains didn't come this year for them, and they lost most of their crops. In our part of the country, however, the crops abounded. The solution? Share! We hosted a 3 week food drive among our Blantyre district churches, and were able to raise well over 1,500 lbs. of food, clothing, and soap. These are the world's poorest people giving to each other! Isn't that exactly like Jesus?
The next few pictures tell the story of how we prepared and distributed everything that was collected. All in all 75 elderly people in a distant, forgotten village received a huge portion of clothes, corn meal (their staple food), salt, sugar, and soap.








It was hard to hold back the tears as we saw the humility and gratefulness of the people who received the gifts. What a moment.
Alright, well we wanted to give you a taste of what home life has been like the last couple of months as well, so...here is a taste of life in Africa!
Ladies from the church trying to teach Rachel how to separate the corn husks from the grain. She didn't quite get it! This is part of the process in making the flour for nsima...the staple food in this part of Africa.
Here's a typical meal at our house: Nsima, beef stew, and stewed greens from the garden.
Most of our produce we buy at this outdoor market. Mom took this picture from the market in Mbvumwe.
The other stuff we go to a big shop that sells imported stuff. The only jam you can find comes in cans...

Here is Jeremy's mom out on home visits with WOFAD. You can see the other WOFAD ladies in the blue vests. Baby Daniel was getting sleepy, so Mom offered to give him a free ride.While we were out, we saw something I thought you might get a kick out of...
I think he is more famous here than he is there! Obama wraps, T-shirts...its crazy!A few months ago I felt inspired to do something a little crazy. We are living in one of the poorest countries in the world. A few districts to the south of us are suffering quite a bit because the rains didn't come this year for them, and they lost most of their crops. In our part of the country, however, the crops abounded. The solution? Share! We hosted a 3 week food drive among our Blantyre district churches, and were able to raise well over 1,500 lbs. of food, clothing, and soap. These are the world's poorest people giving to each other! Isn't that exactly like Jesus?
The next few pictures tell the story of how we prepared and distributed everything that was collected. All in all 75 elderly people in a distant, forgotten village received a huge portion of clothes, corn meal (their staple food), salt, sugar, and soap.








It was hard to hold back the tears as we saw the humility and gratefulness of the people who received the gifts. What a moment.Alright, well we wanted to give you a taste of what home life has been like the last couple of months as well, so...here is a taste of life in Africa!
Ladies from the church trying to teach Rachel how to separate the corn husks from the grain. She didn't quite get it! This is part of the process in making the flour for nsima...the staple food in this part of Africa.
Here's a typical meal at our house: Nsima, beef stew, and stewed greens from the garden.
Most of our produce we buy at this outdoor market. Mom took this picture from the market in Mbvumwe.The other stuff we go to a big shop that sells imported stuff. The only jam you can find comes in cans...

Our not-so-scary guard dogs. From the left: Bimbo, Bimbo, and Roger. I have no idea why two of them share a name or why that name is Bimbo...but they are good boys.

Mom and I with some kids in Bangula- about 3 hours south of Blantyre on really tough dirt roads.Our truck didn't make it all the way home from Bangula that night. We were stuck in the dark at the bottom of a mountain for a few hours before help came. That's Africa! You can see that Rachel was handling the situation quite well...

You could say that rivers in Africa are always full of life. If not fish, crocs, and hippos, for sure you'll find people - washing clothes, bathing, collecting water...


When Aisha gets out of hand, her Agogo knows just how to take care of the situation!
These two are going to miss each other when we go!
These two are going to miss each other when we go!As I write this, Rachel and I are counting down our last few weeks here in Malawi. Life in America seems so far away at this point, but very soon it will be a reality once again. We are so grateful for all of the experiences we've had, and stand amazed at God. We don't claim to understand so much about God, but we do know this: He is good. He keeps His word. Most amazingly, he is able to use a young, inexperienced family to make a difference in the lives of people a long way away from home. Glory to Him.


















