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HE LOOKS MORE LIKE BLUTO THAN POPEYE!

How do you start your heart at 5pm in the afternoon after a hard day at work? I do not know about you, but here on the ship it starts with a scream from Robert to get my attention. Luckily my office is near the Engine Room and I knew he was in trouble. Robert had worked 8 hours in the Engine Room which stays about 150 degrees (or at least it feels that way). That day the whole ship was without air conditioning so there was not even fresh air going into that space. He made it to the top of the stairs and basically collapsed. When I arrived he would not say anything except “I am really really sick” over and over. I helped him get his boiler suit off and started to run for help then realized the doctor was not in his office so just picked up a phone and dialed 911. The great thing about living on this ship is that a 20 member Emergency Team can get to anyone anywhere within 2 minutes fully loaded with cardiac equipment, backboards and a full Paramedic kit. It was reassuring to see so many qualified people working on him. To consolidate a 2 hour ordeal that night. He had heatstroke. They took him into the only space that had air conditioning – the Surgical Suite and ran 2 EKGs to make sure his heart was not involved. They worked to lower his body temperature. And then he walked home feeling really tired and a bad headache. He stayed home the next day but was right back at it the following day. Here is a picture of Robert on a typical day of grinding, welding and poo tank diving…..are you glad you do not do his laundry? ME TOO!

Last Saturday I had a marvelous last visit with the patients of Pantang Psychiatric. It was so marvelous because I met a woman that the nursing staff said not to bother with and don’t give a bible to because she could not speak or read and no one had been able to communicate with her. I do not know exactly what other medical problems she has, but both hands were drawn, she drooled uncontrollably and she just stared into space. I got her to dance with me and got a smile. As I sat and visited with her the Lord said to use sign language. I started to argue with Him because I could not remember any of it. I just started asking the Lord to bring it back to mind. I signed “What is your name” and she let out a squeal, jumped and her eyes brightened up and she looked at me for the first time. SHE COULD SIGN! I started spelling “CAT” and then started meowing and then I either spelled DOG or DOQ, I am not quite sure but started barking just the same. She was giggling, the nurses were amazed and hadn’t a clue what was going on. The hospital did not even know her name. The only other thing I knew to do was to sing “Jesus Loves Me” using sign language. Guess what? She started signing “YES”! She knew it! It was a moment of pure joy for me and a friend of mine caught it on camera. This will be one of the highlights of my life. I gave her a name and showed her how to sign “EVE”. I taught another patient there to talk small small (African for little) in sign language to her and asked her to read her the bible. As we left I heard Eve squealing so I looked back only to see her signing her name to another patient…..She had a name and she knew Jesus Loves Her!

A very generous donor made $10,000 available to the crew that will be entering Liberia this coming week for a retreat about 2.5 hours from here near the Togo border up in the mountains. The most appreciated part of the break was something so simple you will laugh. Everyone had a shower that was as big as some of our entire cabins. Nicholas, my Floor Care Specialist, came to me saying that he could fit his bed and closet in the shower and then have a privacy curtain to boot which he does not have now. Robert and I visited a Kente Cloth Business. Really it is an open sided thatched roof shed where approximately 10 different weavers rent space by the day. They make a very traditional strip of cloth called Kente. It is made by weaving cotton thread or silk on a 3 inch loom. If you want to make clothes out of it you sew all the strips together. If you do not then you hang it around your neck and is usually presented on special occasions. Children as young as 6 or 7 start learning this art. We met Felix there who was 10 and already weaving 10 hours aday making very intrigue patterns. Isaac asked me if I wanted to sit at his loom and work on a piece. That was a great honor for me and I was petrified of messing up his work but he stood right there. You use both feet in the process with ropes stuck in your big toe. I got another big kick out of being in a culture where fat is celebrated. With absolute respect he told me if he knew I was coming he would have had a bigger loom for me to use (you have to crawl into these looms and mine was a snug fit). It reminded me of the salesman on the street following me yelling “I have BIG pants”! I dare say I will never get these compliments when we return home.

Last night the Minister of Health for Ghana invited the ENTIRE CREW to a party in our honor downtown. We all got dressed up and in typical African style the busses were 1.5 hours late - - no problem mommy! Four huge private buses rolled up outside the ship with 2 motorcycle escort policemen. The Ghanaians take very seriously a police escort and I watched as cars were nearly killing themselves to get out of the way and on the rare occasion someone couldn’t figure it out in time - - other people started pointing it out or beating on their car. They threw a wonderful party, complete with food, a wonderful band made up entirely of police officers in uniform, gifts of T-shirts, ball caps and plantain chips for everyone on the ship. The Minister called up the Management Team and Department Heads for special gifts and very kind words. Then they cleared the floor and turned the whole place into one giant dance floor! And can Mercy Shippers boogey the night away. I was honored when the Minister and I danced the “High Life”, a traditional dance. He asked where I learned to dance like that - - I told him “It’s in my blood”. He laughed - - my sisters will know what I mean.

We are so grateful for those of you who have followed us through yet another outreach, this time in Ghana. We can’t believe we’ve been here now 10 months and with Mercy Ships almost 3 years. We head off tomorrow to Liberia. Tomorrow will be a busy day full of battening down the hatches, tightening portholes, roping down movable objects, stowaway searches, fire and abandon ship drills and just general excitement of setting sail. This is truly the “Almost Final Sail” of the M/V Anastasis. She is a beautiful and graceful old lady which has found a special place in the hearts of all who have sailed on her. But we are mindful to remember she is the tool to be respected, not the object of worship. God alone deserves our praise and worship. We know that God can use anything to accomplish His purposes. We are grateful he has chosen Robert, Susan and the Anastasis to accomplish a few things for this season of service. We are greatly humbled by the impact that our crew has made in the nation of Ghana.

PRAYER POINTS

- For those people we leave behind in Ghana and for the relationships that was forged.
- Protection for Robert as he does his job in the most difficult of places on the ship.
- For the Liberian people as a whole, for their nation, their new President, for restoration of water and electricity to all people, against disease and violence
- There has been a whole generation that has known nothing but violence - - that God will show himself faithful and merciful as they exchange weapons for plowshares.
- For direction for us for this year which promises to be one of major change.

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Blessings,
Robert & Susan
Missionaries to West Africa
Mercy Ships