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Cancer Storm

06 Sunday May 2012

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I had just returned to Africa from the states in May 2008.  I had taken our middle son, Jordan to join his brother as a student at Christ For The Nations Institute in Dallas, Texas. He was joining our oldest son, Remick and had lived their whole lives in Botswana, Africa where we have lived since 1987. 

Returning to Botswana, the land of my heart, I was full of excitement for what was ahead. Two weeks prior I had a very unique experience when a friend treated me to a 5 day getaway to connect with God on a Ranch in the Texas Hill country. http://fellowshipofthesword.com/ It was a transformational experience! Little did I know what lay ahead for us a week later. I arrived in Botswana on Saturday May 24. I was so excited to get back into our busy lives there and particularly eager to see our long awaited rescue center for babies-the Lorato House Rescue Center, up and running. It had been a long, 6 year battle for licensing and we were getting close to opening our doors.

Sitting down to a good cup of Earl Gray tea, Jerry shared the recent report he had been given from the Doctor but kept to himself, awaiting my return. A week before my home coming he had learned in the Capital city, Gaborone, that he had stage 4 Cancer. As he shared this unbelievable report of their findings, Squamous Carcinoma. The left side of his neck was full of cancer. In all the years we have been serving in Africa, our Father had never let us down. Just a year prior, friends had given us catastrophic health insurance. Little did we know what we would be facing.

The leaders from our church wept with us, encouraged us, then took arms to pray for us. I repacked my bags to travel back to the states with Jerry the next week to MD Anderson Cancer Research Center in Houston, TX. 

We live in the remote village of Maun 10 hours away from the Capital City Gaborone.  National church leaders began calling & asked us to fly through the Capital on our way out of country so that they could pray with us before we left.  They showed great love and respect to us for our years of work in their nation and promised to hold us up in prayer and see us on the other side of this battle. Upon arriving in Houston, we were invited to stay with a dear friend, Susie Wolf at her beautiful home less than 5 minutes from M.D. Anderson Cancer Research Center. 

We arrived full of faith and determined to return and resume our assignment in Botswana. We were greeted by a wonderful Christian Oncologist Dr. Anne Tsao who told us we would need to be willing to give her 6 months of our lives for treatment, Jerry as the patient and me as the caregiver. Consulting with our spiritual Mom Dodie Osteen who had been healed of Cancer many years ago & Dr Paul Osteen, they encouraged us to walk the healing path the Lord had put us on.  

Chemo Therapy started right away. The cancer was aggressive and had spread so they had to give the strongest dosages humanly possible since Jerry was healthy in every other way. Three Months were scheduled and after the first round- miraculously, no cancer was identified in the first PET scan!

We were so excited and thought we might be able to go back to Botswana and get back to work! Dr. Tsao reminded us that we had committed ourselves six months to her care which meant  3 months of chemo and 3 months radiation. Jerry had one request, really a demand if he was going to follow through with further treatment. He would do the treatment as outlined if he could fly back to Botswana where our 10 branch churches join the main church, All Nations Village Church for our annual leadership conference in between the Chemo and Radiation treatments.

The doctors and I would ‘wink’ at each other and say yes, of course we can try. By the time to leave for the conference, Jerry had lost weight and all his hair but was counting the days before his awaited departure date. He was on injections of blood thinners twice a day and 3 heavy doses of Chemo had taken its toll on him

I went to Sudan for a few days to speak at a conference beforehand and meet Jerry in Johannesburg and go on to Botswana. Jerry made his way with our good friend, Doug Stringer, who accompanied him to the conference who was one of the speakers. He used his air miles to get Jerry in Business Class to be more comfortable.

Jerry was there at all the sessions and in between he rested up for the next service. The church was electric with excitement and all rejoiced at their Pastor’s presence there in the midst of the storm! It was a crucial time of encouragement for the ministry team in Maun. We had a great team around us and Jerry and I have always believed that the ministry has never been built around a man, but around THE man, Jesus Christ. 

We returned to Houston for the last 3 months of treatment and stepped off the plane to go straight to MD Anderson for the first round of Radiation treatment.  Throughout our journey we were encouraged by a picture the Jerry bravely kept before him. It was a very real picture of he and I in a sail boat out on the sea of Life. The dark clouds were looming overhead the wind was blowing harshly against the sail, the waves were lapping against our boat trying to sink our dreams and future!  But in the midst of the dark clouds and raging waters, Jesus was there and told him to look to the other side and focus his eyes on the shore line. As we did this this, we could see something beautiful & bright awaiting us there. This filled us with courage and joy!  Every day Jerry got up, no matter how he felt, showered, dressed and had a purpose in each day, if even to do a simple task. We ministered to others around us at MD Anderson, preached in churches on weekends, we gave our best to others and it filled us with strength.

At a time when America and the rest of the world were feeling the economic  struggles of the year 2008 we came out on the other side of this enemy called Cancer. We reached the shoreline and the months that followed were nothing short of supernatural! Six months later we headed back to Botswana with a clean bill of health and a mandate to get regular checkups as prescribed by the Oncologist.  Four years later, Jerry continues to remain Cancer free! The enemy is taking some serious blows for this attempt on Jerry’s life and we are walking safely on the shoreline with Jesus!

The Couple Part 6: The Wedding

06 Sunday May 2012

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On June 7th, 1986 we were joined in marriage at the First Baptist Church of Friendswood, Texas. We were the first couple to be Wed in the beautiful white, victorian Gazebo under the great oak tree built in memory of Dot Wilden’s Imagebeloved husband. Money was tight for us both so it really had be put together on a shoestring budget. At the home of the Duffer’s we had a magical night at our Hawaiian Luau following our dress rehearsal the night before the wedding. Jerry Duffer performed the ceremony 18 years later came to work with us in Botswana! Rachel Burchfield told a story as she did “The Commissioning” of us as a couple to Africa as an important part of the ceremony. She told of how, when I was a teenager I had spent the night and was having a quiet time with God. I came out and said to her, “God spoke to me!!” She said, “What did he say?” With great excitement I shared that God told me my life was going to be a life of perseverance, and that he was going to teach me perseverance. Her eyes got big and I said, “By the way, what is perseverance?” So has my life been in many, many ways as we have learned to stick with it through thick and thin!

We had a beautiful wedding and God pieced together every detail, including the pearls lovingly sewn on my wedding dress and Texas-style hat. It was so wonderful to see so many people pull together to make it an unforgettable event. Flowers, music, cake, food, photos, presents potpourri and friends were all given by the amazing people in our lives.

When we celebrated our 20 year wedding anniversary, we looked back in awe at the wonderful gift the Lord has given us in one another to fulfill His calling in much greater ways than we had ever imagined.Image

We made a promise never to say the “D” word, (divorce). We’ve had our share of struggles as two people with very strong wills and ideas. But when placed in the Lord’s hands, He can do wonders with our flaws and weave them into a wonderful tapestry of destiny for His Glory!

Lorato House of Love- A Story of Perseverance: Part 1

26 Thursday Apr 2012

Posted by in Life in Africa, Lorato House Rescue Centre, Love Botswana Outreach Mission, Trials to Triumph

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As I sat in the cool morning desert sands next to the grieving mother, tears flowed from both our eyes. Hers from grieving her baby’s death, and mine for all the babies who die, but could be saved. The sun had started to emerge on the horizon and cast its rays through the dirt that was being plunged into the dark hole of a grave. The dust was starting to fill the air. People were huddled close around the the scene, singing hymns in their beautiful Setswana tongue. As the dirt was covering the tiny little coffin, I saw a whirlwind of sorts coming out of the grave and in it was like a shriek from God’s heart, crying out , “It’s time to push!”

God put a vision in our hearts to open a rescue center for abandoned babies. There was no facility in the country for care for babies ages 0 to 5 years old. If found alive or if they survived, babies were living in the children’s ward of Botswana’s hospitals being cared for by already overworked nursing staff. For 6 long years, we tried to get permission to open our doors to care for these little ones. It was only then that I truly understood how violently the devil hates babies. If life can be taken from them when they are small, then the job is finished at that young age to wipe out their destiny.

 In years past you would not hear of an orphan problem in the country of Botswana. Life here is all about community. Your community is your family. Respect and honor are the fabric of the society. It is something that westerners can learn a lot from! People looked out for each other and if there were orphans, they were taken in and looked after as a part of the community. But over the last 20 years, the mark of HIV/AIDS has hit even this tightly knit Country. There are 1.7 million people in Botswana and hundreds of thousands have died and left a “missing generation” of mothers, fathers, Aunts, uncles, and grandparents. There is now a generation of young people with few role models. One in 3 are HIV+ in the country and only a small percentage in comparison are embracing the life-giving ARV drugs used to help victims become people “living with AIDS, versus dying from it.” The drugs came available to the public in 1990’s thanks to the good work of the MERC Foundation. (Gates and —-) In—-demographic of women HALF are HIV+. In 19— drugs became available to pregnant women. PMCTC? Before that time there were more babies born HIV+ than there is now. In an address to the UN assembly in June 2001, President Festus Mogae summed up the situation by saying:

“We are threatened with extinction. People are dying in chillingly high numbers. It is a crisis of the first magnitude.”

 But young women, as a result of this problem, often find themselves in a situation where there is no way for them to care for a child and no home support to turn to. In these cases, babies are often born or dumped in pit latrines or in obscure places and left to die. Many abortions gone bad end up with babies left to die in these terrible conditions.

What would you say, if given the opportunity, to a woman in this situation? Would there be words of judgement, or would you be willing to lend a hand to her and help lift her out of her desperate circumstances and help?

Burying Baby Naledi

24 Tuesday Apr 2012

Posted by in Life in Africa, Lorato House Rescue Centre, Love Botswana Outreach Mission

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During the long process of applying for the application to have our rescue center, I received a call from a Doctor from our church and she said, “Mma Moruti, a baby was found dumped in a pit latrine, can you please come.” They knew of our heart for these precious ones and that our team would be able to provide some support to the hospital staff. When we arrived, we were told, “the baby didn’t survive the night”. My head dropped, the tears started to flow and when I turned around, I heard God’s voice say to me, “JANA, I count the stars and I call each one by name (Psalms 147:4) and this baby has a name and you will bury this baby.” We named him Naledi, which means “star” in Setswana, the local language of Botswana where I live.

We just celebrated the Official Opening for the Lorato House, a rescue center for abandoned babies. Over the next few weeks, I will be sharing with you the story that is behind this amazing program that rescues children. To start off, I want to share this poem was written so lovingly for “Baby Naledi” who lived only a few hours after being found in a pit latrine. This poem was written for the funeral by Kate Nicholls of the Lion Camp, Mother, Biologist, poet, author, actress and most of all, my friend.

“I do not blame the young woman who dropped her baby down a long drop

but feel unimaginable hurt that a young girl should have felt such despair she lost her empathy.

What must have happened to her? And where is she now?

She needs so badly to be looked after

Women bear a hard burden.

I have seen lions walk away from their cubs and been saddened

But the females were sick or had lost contact with other females in the pride

It takes more than one to bring up young

For a young girl maybe HIV positive, or abused, or pregnant because of rape or briefly crazed by the wild

hormonal swings that affect some women

to have to endure such pain alone is more than the heart can bear.

 If women can be offered help without judgment

then one by one they will come forward

and be given the strength to bring up their babies or hand them over

to those that can – with a light heart.”

Prejudice and Pride – How Africa Has Changed Me

05 Thursday Apr 2012

Posted by in Inspirational Thoughts, Life in Africa, My Journey

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In 1987 we had watched the newly released “Out of Africa” with Meryl Steep and Robert Redford. We had a dream that was about to become a reality. A culmination of many years of prayer and longing to “go”. We had said to God, like Isaiah, “Here am I Lord, send me.” Our ideas were so romantic. In fact, I was Meryl and Jerry was Robert and together, we set off for Africa!

We came to Africa to really make a difference, “to shake a nation.” Like the great Evangelist, Reinhard Bonke says, shaking his fist in the air with resolute declaration, “Africa shall be saved!”

But after living in Africa for almost 25 years now, most of my adult life, so far, we have experienced the richness of a culture and of it’s people. We now know that we really have not changed anything much. But one thing we do know, Africa has changed us! We are different people now from when we came! Africa and its people have taught us and shown us more about being people of honor and respect, which are the foundation and fabric of this culture. People come first. Period. My fast-paced, introspective, American life-style, my small minded-ness, my lack of a world view all had limited me as a life long learner on the field. Can you believe, I even thought God was American! Not literally, but certainly in my perception of how I thought He thought!

Seriously though, it has taken years for me to really understand that the things that were ingrained in me from my culture as an American up to the age of 27 when I came to Africa, were not necessarily the “right” way at all. Its all I knew. Here, in Botswana, to greet someone is fundamental to any encounter and conversation. If I greet you, I respect you. If I forgo that formality, simply because I am in a hurry (guilty-I am almost always in a hurry!), then I may as well turn around and leave, because I wont’ get very far.

We are sometimes embarrassed by our younger days here, and our ex-patriot counterparts who come over with the idea that we are better than someone because they can’t speak English, don’t dress as nice, or live in a hut. Don’t let that fool you! You never know who you will find in that hut, or in the yard. PHD’s, Ministers of Parliament, Diplomats, enjoying retirement. An elderly person who is looking after and providing for up to 12 children because their parents have passed away. A woman who lives with abuse. A smelly child who happens to come from a child led home because there is no one to look after them? Judgments and prejudices are in our lives and the back of our minds as ugly reminders of our inability to embrace, unconditionally those we encounter every day of our lives. You cannot judge a book by its cover for sure! You really never can.

What are some ways that you could see yourself letting down your guard to love the lovely, and the seemingly un-lovely? What makes a person worthy of your attention-or not? We all came from the dust and will return to it. Compassion is the essence of life-Christian or not. It is when Christ is the ruler of our hearts, He gives us the ability to see the person, to really SEE the person, as he sees them. That’s what it means to be his hands and his feet.

I wouldn’t trade a day I have lived in Africa for all the highways in Houston! Slow down, take it all in, the people around you, the task you thought you had to do at that moment, and savor the sweetness of another person, because they deserve as much dignity and respect as you do.