Government bailout haikus

So the world's coming to an end, the government's gone haywire, and our retirements are down the tubes. What better way to respond to the insanity than writing haikus? Please contribute to the collection. I'll add them to the list.

Corps make bad choices
Pray for fed'ral take over?
What are you thinking?

Economic mess
Government clean up attempt
Socialism grows

Small government gone
Paulson's wool o'er Bush's eyes
Where's the GOP?

One global market
A New World Order coming?
Armageddon near

from M.D. McMullin:

country in a mess
o partisan politics
third party needed

(other haikus which are equally fun but do not apply to topic may be viewed in comments)

Romania Wrap up

Day 7:

Today was our touring day. After a long week, we were ready for it. We enjoyed work we did, but a little break at the end was nice. We spent the day shopping and touring the city of Braila. Braila has about 300,000 people in it. While it's not as modern as Bucharest, it is a nice city. It was very interesting seeing the old communist world as the foundation of this city with little spots of more modern times breaking through all around.

We stopped at an Eastern Orthodox church in the morning. They were having a service at the time. The church was beautiful inside - every inch seemed to be painted with murals and icons. It was quite different from a Roman Catholic church in that it was rectangular shaped (instead of in the shape of a cross) and had several pillars inside which each seemed to represent something specific - perhaps a saint or some "pillar" of the church. I'm not up on my Eastern Orthodox, but it was interesting. The other item I noticed was rather than statues and stained glass, all saints and images were paintings on the wall and ceiling.

During the time we were there, the entire service was being sung in chant by one man in the middle of the room. The priest performed some actions in the front and then walked through the room with his incense which he would swing towards each person who was praying. We tried taking a picture with no flash. It's a bit blurry, but you can make out the room pretty well. Notice also there are no pews or seats. Worshippers found stations around the room and stood or kneeled during the service.

The service (or the priest in particular) weirded Sunni out a bit, but I was very interested in it. The ancient liturgy that in many ways probably resembles the early church more than any other Christian faith present today is fascinating. It's sad, though, to see that the church over the years was not able to embrace the blessed assurance of salvation that Christ gives us. Over and over throughout the week when we talked to people about eternal life the response was always "only God knows. I try to do good things and hope that this is enough." The temptation to rely on our own works is so great. Satan uses our own vanity in so many ways. This creeps into Christian denominations across the board, but it has really taken a stronghold in the Eastern Orthodox church. We heard some about a renewal movement within the church in some areas, especially among the young. I pray that this is true and continues. For all the beauty and history this faith holds, it would be great to see the flaws in its doctrine removed.

After seeing the temple and shopping for souvenirs, it was time for lunch. We ate at an outside patio restaurant. Our table shared 3 "house specials" which were trays of traditional meats along with pickles and potatoes. It was pretty good. Meats included pork and chicken chops as well as a couple of sausage types. Here's a pic of our table followed by one of Sunni, Pepper and Dr. Marietta Walker on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant.

Next we went downtown and saw some of the government buildings. One of them was city hall. This is the building Pastor Peter was stationed in to protect during the Revolution of 1989. He was in the Romanian army at the time and they positioned him and several troops in the hall for 3 nights during the heat of revolution to protect it from vandalism. During his 3rd sleepless night, there was some confusion and weapons were fired. He was spared but 3 of his colleagues were killed as well as some other guards and civilians. This is a picture of the wall across the courtyard from the hall he was stationed in. You can still see the damage from the bullets that night.

The rest of the afternoon was spent walking the city and shopping some more. We toured a traditional market where they sold all types of foods. Some of us sampled some cheeses. We also went and had ice cream, saw some of the beautiful fountains down town, and bought more souvenirs at a local mall.

That evening, we all came together again for a celebration dinner. The restaurant was on a boat in the Danube. Here are a couple of pictures: First Sunni and I, and then the whole team. It was a good day.

Wrap up:

At the end of a mission trip, people often want to know "what are the numbers". Typically, they are talking about salvations. Numbers are important because they are a tangible way to try and measure the success of a trip. I want to wrap things up talking about numbers. Maybe these will help tangibly measure the trip and provide more insight into the ripe mission field of Romania.
(you may see a big space before the table below. I'm not sure why blogspot is doing that)

~500	the number of patients we saw in 4 days of clinic
4	the number of locations where our teams set up clinic: a Gyn clinic in Braila, a clinic in 1 village for the first 2 days, a clinic in 2 neighboring towns (the 2 spots were 4 miles from each other) the last 2 days
~20	the number of people who prayed for salvation with one of our counselors while we were there
1	the woman who testified at church on our first Sunday in Romania. She said that she went to see some Christian doctors in a medical clinic 3 years ago. She did not accept Christ that day, but over the course of the next year He continued to present himself to her. One year later, she turned to him and has been a faithful Christian in that local church for the past 2 years. Thank God for his word that says some of us plant seeds, some water, some reap the harvest but it is God whole gives that harvest.
1	the number of knife threats we received while holding clinic in a village
1	the wife of the local Orthodox priest in that village to whom we were able to demonstrate Christ's love with a gift of vitamins for the children of her town
85	the number of women seen in 2 days of gynecology clinic
209	the total number of abortions reported by these 85 women
1	the child whose mother had attempted to abort but who is now being raised by that same mother and is a healthy ~7 year old boy. What great plans God must have for him!
19	the (small) number of years that Romania has been free of communist rule
1	the precious saint and church founder that we treated whose husband is a martyr for Christ at the hands of those communists
1	the number of state religions of Romania - Eastern Orthodox
3	the Evangelical pastors who we worked with this week and who now are hoping to continue working the soil and reaping the harvest in their Romanian towns
1	The great God we serve who holds the future of Romania and of this whole world in the palm of His hands

Numbers are an attempt we make at measuring the success of our efforts but numbers alone don't always mean much. They definitely don't reveal a complete picture of the lasting effects from our time in Romania. They also don't fully describe the present situation. But many still like to use them.

I listed numbers of all types above to show that just counting salvations does not really say much. I also listed them to leave some lasting impression of the mission field we were in for those that may think in numbers more than in stories. Finally, I listed numbers to reveal that no matter how staggering some of the negative numbers were (209 abortions, only 19 years out of communism, the fact that the country is under 1 state religion), the final number holds supreme: that our 1 God is in control of all.

Our trip to Romania is one I will never forget. I'm thankful to God that he allowed me the privilege of serving Him and his children there for this one small week!

Romania, Day 6

Today was the last day of clinic. We split the teams up again. Sunni, Pepper, Larry, and Debbie stayed at the clinic here and saw Gyn patients while the rest of us went to a little village just next to the town we were in yesterday. The team that stayed here said they saw 54 patients - that's with one doc. So, they were very busy. We say 112+ with 2 docs and 2 nurses that were seeing patients on their own at times during the day, so we were busy, too. Both teams seemed to have had good days.

Sunni and Pepper said that in the two days of Gyn clinic, the total number of abortions by the women they saw was over 200. It's mind boggling how often that is used as birth control here. I asked if we were just losing something in translation and if those could have also been miscarriages, but they were not. It's very sad. However, today was not need as dark with oppression as they felt on Tuesday. Many of the women who came in today and had had several abortions in their past have since become Christians and serve faithfully in the local church. It was encouraging to the team to see the forgiveness and renewal in these ladies' lives.

In our group, we again had a good day full of patients who were eager to see us and continued to ask when we'll be coming back next year. That was nice. As has happened each day of clinic, at least one person brings us grapes plucked straight from the vines in their yard. Today it was a whole bunch of green grapes. Here's Kerfoot enjoying one:

There are two stories I want to tell about today...or maybe 3.

While I was serving in the pharmacy, several children came up to get stickers we were giving out and to play around with us. Two in particular were cute because they were wearing their school uniforms and were brother and sister. So, I had to take their picture. Then they had another liitle boy with them who I assumed was a younger brother. In fact, he was their uncle. His mother was their grandmother. She seemed very pleased with all of her children and was excited for me to take all of their pictures. Later I heard the rest of the story. That woman had mothered 6 (I believe) children in the past who were all older. Her youngest son came later in life and she tried to abort him. He survived. He seems perfectly normal physically. However, she told this to Johnny in triage and pointed at him standing next to her as she told the story. So, he had to have heard it. So, we're praying extra for him and the great plans God must have for his life.

Here is the little boy:
And his niece and nephew:

Later, Dr Kerfoot was making a house call and I got to go with him. It was just around the corner to the home of a woman we saw in the clinic. She wanted us to come see her dad. This man is 92 years old. He was in the Russian army back in WWII. During his time in the army, he would trade cigarettes for bread to get enough food. After the war, he and his battalion were just dismissed from the army. They weren't returned home - just dismissed. So, he and 10 others began the walk back home to Romania from Slovia - about 1500 miles. They started in February. It took them 3 months. This was through the snow at times and all the harsh conditions and without boots as they had worn out apparently. Before he left for the war, he was married and had one son. When he got home, he stayed faithful to his wife and they had 3 more children. He continued working as a farmer in this village of Romania. It was quite a story. We went to see the man because he had an infected place between his nose and eye that really needs surgery to be removed. He doesn't want to go to the hospital. In fact, he doesn't want to walk at all now. He fell 4 years ago outside and hasn't been out again since. Dr. Kerfoot talked with them a long time about his need to get up and stay moving. He gave him some anti-inflammatories to help with the pain so he can try to start standing again. Who knows if he'll do it or not. The story was really interesting, though, just to think about all this man has been through.

Vicky, the soldier, and Dr. Kerfoot:

The other story is about our time tonight once we got back to the dorms. All the Romanian people that we've been working with all week shared dinner with us, as they normally do. Then they pulled out a keyboard and we had a time of celebration for what God has accomplished this week. We sang many songs together, each in our own tongue, from Awesome God and Above All to How Great Thou Art and Amazing Grace as well as a few Romanian songs we didn't know but were blessed to hear. God's presence was awesome in the room. It was so great to hear voices of multiple languages singing in unity. It was a foreshadowing of a bit of the heaven we have to look forward to. What a great way to end this week.



Pastor Lucian, Pastor Peter, Leslie, and Johnny. At the end of the evening, we said our thank yous to each other and Johnny gave each of the pastors an offering from the mission team

Tomorrow we take it easy, do a little touring, a little shopping, a little eating. Then it's back to rest before a midnight ride back to Bucharest for a 6 am flight back home on Saturday morning. So, this will probably be my last post until I get home. It's been fun journaling the trip.

Romania, Day 5

Today felt almost like normal. It was much more like the mission trip days I'm used to from my past trips. We saw 147+ patients in about 10 hours of work. People were happy we were there and were asking us to come back again. They were loving and gracious, or shoving and jealous - but at least they wanted us there. What a difference a few miles make. The town today was much bigger than the village we were in yesterday. So I guess because it was big enough that not everyone was in everyone else's business that the town wasn't as controlled by the powerful few in the same way. Or maybe it was something else. Maybe it was just purely God's mercy on us knowing the last two days we had been through. By the end of the day we were physically and mentally drained, but not spiritually. It was a good day.

Not to say that all was roses. We saw an outlandish amount of people with sky high blood pressure - people that the docs would have escorted directly to the hospital had they been in the States. Sunni saw a woman who was 45 and had an abortion a few days ago. She was very sad about it, but had felt helpless to do anything else at the time after having 6 grown children and not having gotten pregnant for years. Sunni and Stephanie were able to pray with her and counsel her.

At the end of the day, Sunni and Johnny saw a 75 year old woman whose daughter had died 14 years ago. She was alone in the world and by the way she was grieving, you would have thought the daughter had just died yesterday. For 14 years, she had let her grief overwhelm to the point that she had had a stroke not long ago. Johnny said her grief really touched him - the fact that in the past 14 years she had not heard anyone tell her that God also lost his only child and that he knew her pain and was there for her. That in fact, a whole family of God was there for her. He did share that with her today, and hopefully she took it in.

We did see several Christians today - many who go to the local pastor's church in this town. This pastor has been working with us all week and he now has over 100 new contacts that he can connect with in the coming days from the seeds we planted today. There were also 6 people who received salvation, which I believe brings our known total to around 12-15. I'm never big with numbers because it's often hard to define a truly changed life in the few moments we spend with these precious people. I am trusting God to continue to move in lives and bring forth a harvest that these local pastors and church leaders are able to reap soon. I don't think I mentioned that in Sunday service a woman testified in church that she had come to a medical outreach through that church a couple of years ago and was witnessed to that day. Over the course of the next year God watered and cultivated that seed and she came to Christ. She's now a faithful member of church, but it took a whole year - long after the team of medical missionaries left - for God to complete the work that began that day. So, hope is in the air. I'm very happy about having come on this trip. It has been very different from all the other mission experiences I have had but it has been rewarding in its own way. I know I will not forget much of what happened this week for a long time.

We have one more day of ministry tomorrow. We'll be splitting up again so that Sunni and her team can do gynecology one place while the rest of us visit another spot. We expect tomorrow to be just as busy today, so we need strength for this final day with the teams split. I know God will give it.

Here are some scenes from the day:

these kids loved one another. They were either hugging or dancing a vast majority of their time in line.

Brother Bullet, Vicky, and Lucian (translator and local pastor) with a patient in triage

Pepper and Wayne guard the door to triage. These people were pushy!

One of our patients today

Alex (translator), John Mark, and Alise tie balloon shapes for the kids....yes, we saw many more kids and young people today, which was nice.

Stephanie and Sunni with a patient

Today's team in Pastor Peter's church, which was just down the road from the community building we served in today.