The day after I got back from America I ran into one of the
station “watchmen,” Moses. Moses works
in the station workshop with four other national men, named Elijah, John, Paul
and Yandu, alongside our missionary matience men. They have the secondary job of being our security. I just love their names! I don’t know what Yandu means in Tok Ples,
but the missionaries here enjoy saying that our watchmen are two prophets and
two apostles. Not bad names for people
that watch over you. Our watchmen have
the job of sitting in the station vehicles and keeping security over them and all
our "stuff" when we go to town, as well as watching out for us. 99% or more of the time, this is a very uneventful
job for them and often involves helping a few missionary women load a month or
more of groceries into the back of a Land Cruiser. To me it seems a very boring job but these men
seem to have mastered the task of doing all work with a cheerful heart and have
smiles to prove it. I have enjoyed
talking with our watchmen and having them help me with my Tok Pisin.
I’m still struggling with actually talking in Tok Pisin
although I understand about 70-90% of most conversations, depending on who is
talking and how fast! I’ve got the
obstetric words down, and can have small conversations on the OB ward, but
those words are not used too much in everyday communication (believe it or not). I only teach in English, so my opportunities
are often limited. The last time I went
to town, Moses was our watchman and we talked about gardening in PNG during our
journey about town and on the bumpy, hour long ride home. He also told me his wife enjoys working in
the garden and he thought she would be willing to help me in mine. So when I ran into him on that Friday morning
I asked if he though his wife would still like to come help me.
My neighbor has recently moved away and I had let her use
most of my garden area because I didn’t have the time to really work in
it. But now I have a lot of garden
space, but still not a ton of time, and thought some help might be useful. Moses said he thought she would want to come
help and he would talk with her and let me know on Monday.
I actually asked him
all this is in Tok Pisin, so I was pleasantly surprised last Monday after my
class was over at noon that I met Moses and Rita on the road to my house. She was all ready to work! Rita
speaks very little English, but understands a bit. I speak very little Tok Pisin that is useful
for describing garden work but can understand what she says. Moses did a bit of translation to help us
figure out where to begin the work. We
also came to an understanding. Rita will
only let me speak to her in Tok Pisin, so I’m forced to work on words other
than medical ones. It’s great! I’ve tried this with my neighbor girls but
they usually will not correct me when I am wrong, and this has proven to not be
very helpful. So I’m getting a garden
helper and a Tok Pisin tutor for the price of one.
So Rita helped me every day of what was Holy Week here in
PNG. By Wednesday four plots were
cleared out and ready for planting. We
decided to plant on Thursday because Rita would have work to do at her church
on Good Friday. The weird thing was it
did not rain here that whole week. Rita
informed me it was “dry season” and I guess it finally is. I planned to figure out how to water all of
that garden if it didn’t rain. I was
able to borrow a garden hose from my friends on Friday night, and when it
didn’t rain again that night, I watered everything on Saturday morning. It rained a bit on Saturday night and into
Sunday morning, stopping just before the Easter Sunrise. Then on Easter Monday, as it’s called here,
(basically another day off of work!) it rained on and off all day. It rained so much that the laundry I did that
morning never got a chance to dry in between the frequent light showers and I
brought it in damp and draped it all over my spare room. Then it rained heavily most of the night. I never did have to use the garden hose
again.
I taught my Communications class this morning from 8:00-10:00 and then came home for a bit to see that Rita was here and working
on my flower gardens. She said she had
to see how the vegetable garden was looking after being away for four days for
the Easter Holiday (or at least I think that’s what she said because it was all
in Tok Pisin). She also told me she had
prayed for a big rain to come when on Good Friday it had not rained and she was
worried about all the broccoli, carrots, corn, squash, lettuce and spinach she
had planted. I was amazed. I had not prayed for rain at all.
My plan was to go out there with the borrowed hose and water
it myself. This Easter weekend I
actually didn’t feel well, just wasn’t myself.
I wasn’t even feeling able to water it more than the one time even if it
really had needed it. I didn’t get to go
to the sunrise service like I had planned and I didn’t make it to the regular
service on station. I did enjoy my bible
reading at home and had time to contemplate all that the day means. I had prayed for several things throughout
the weekend that I am struggling with and praised God for all that this weekend
means to me. I thanked Him that I was
back to feeling like my normal self on Monday and I got a lot of school work
done on an off day. But never in my many
conversations with Him this weekend did I think about the garden. But Rita had.
It touched me so much that this woman who I had met just a
week ago, cared enough about me and my four garden plots to pray for rain to
take care of them. Her gardens are all
planted and growing well and can survive without rain for a week, but she knew
mine needed it. And her prayers were answered in a mighty way;
my damp towel in the spare room and my adequately watered garden proves
it. Rita challenged me today to not
forget to pray for the things right in front of me, the obvious needs and all
the promise that they hold and the faith that they require. I might not be able to say all of that in Tok
Pisin just yet, but I think she understood from my smile today that I learned
something from her prayers for rain. And I think Moses is right; his wife does like
to work in the garden.
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