This past week has been an emotional roller coaster as we have had both births and deaths at Esther's House.
Last week while Alyssa and I were visiting the homes of our community children, we also visited one of our widows, Nelly Nkhoma. She recently returned from a one-month stay at the Lilongwe Hostpital and was being taken care of by her daughter. We found her resting outside of her home on a bamboo mat wrapped in a blanket. She was literally skin and bones--I don't know that I've ever seen someone so thin and frail before. We prayed with her and made plans to check on her the following week. Unfortunately Nelly passed away three days later. Alyssa and I attended her funeral on Monday afternoon.
I've never had to attend a funeral in the U.S, but I imagine that Malawian funerals are done a little differently. On the day of the burial, the family of the deceased keeps the casket in the home, open for viewing. When you arrive at their home, the men and women are separated and not allowed to sit together. When Alyssa and I arrived, there were already about 100 people at their home. We joined the women's side, and waited another 2 hours. Songs were sung, many prayers were said by different pastors, and there was a lot of wailing from the family of the deceased widow. Crying is not typical with Malawian culture--you could go into the maternity ward of a hospital (which we also had the opportunity to do the following day) where dozens and dozens of women are in labor, and you will not hear a sound coming from any of them. It was a shock to me to hear such an open display of sorrow--I will never forget the sound of that wailing. A sermon was given by a pastor, and then the casket was carried to the graveyard. After arriving at the graveyard we sat on the ground around the other burial sites, where there were more songs, more prayers, and another short sermon before a group of men lowered the body into the grave and filled the dirt back in. The family of the deceased was escorted away, one by one. By the time we arrived at the graveyard, there were over 300 people in attendance. When there is a death, the whole village will show up to the funeral. It was really moving to see how the entire village supported this family in their time of need.
Alyssa and I had to sit on the women's side of the funeral without anyone to translate for us, so we did not understand any of what was being said during the 3 hours that we attended. It was a good opportunity to reflect on how precious and short life truly is. It's a blessing to see how the widows in our program have such an amazing love for the Lord. Nelly will be missed at Esther's House.
Before I left for Malawi, the church group I was attending was beginning a study on the book of Ecclesiastes. I've been continuing to read through it while I've been here, and the verses in Ecclesiastes 12 about seeking God early in life really spoke to me while we were at Nelly's funeral.
"Remember now your Creator in the days of your youth, before the difficult days come, and the years draw near when you say "I have no pleasure in them": while the sun and the light, the moon and the stars, are not darkened, and the clouds do not return after the rain... remember your Creator before the silver cord is loosed... then the dust will return to the earth as it was, and the spirit will return to God who gave it."
I'm overwhelmed with gratitude for the opportunity to serve this ministry and to serve the Lord in Malawi. I don't know that I've done anything to deserve such a blessing, but I'm incredibly grateful for it. God had used Malawi to change my heart over the past year, and I'm so thankful that He did. He's given my life a new direction, and I'm so excited to see where it will lead me!
The day after attending Nelly's funeral, we celebrated the birth of a baby girl to our Esther's House superintendent, Jailosi, and his wife Esther. Esther asked that he not tell anyone about her pregnancy so that it would be a surprise, and a surprise is definitely what it was! The entire staff at Esther's House was shocked by the news, but extremely excited for this new life. Alyssa and I made a visit to the hospital the night we found out--Alyssa really loves small babies. =) Both the mother and child are healthy and doing well, which is an amazing blessing! Jailosi asked Alyssa and I to name their baby! We were excited to say the least. =) We spent the night thinking of the perfect name for her, and the two that we liked were Eden and Emily. Jailosi said that his grandmother's name was Emily, so that name ended up being perfect for her!
I love my "job." =)