Changes...

Change can be tough. And difficult. But today I am going to focus on the positive changes that I've seen on coming back to Cape Town after 13 months with Mercy Ships.

One change has been the marriage of two of my close friends, Brad and Lydia. They were married on Saturday, the 13th of December. It was a beautiful ceremony and I was so privileged to be here for their big day. Brad and Lydia were really instrumental in this whole Mercy Ships experience. They supported, encouraged and prayed for me when others maybe didn't see the vision and the dream. Had their wedding not been on the 13th of December I would have sailed with the Africa Mercy to Tenerife, and disembarked there. But as it was, God called me back to Cape Town for their wedding. And I was blessed to be able to witness this happy occasion.

Another change I noticed was my nephew Rhyenn. When I last saw him it was March (I was able to get home for a week-long vacation) when he was a little six-month-old baby. Now he is a large, energetic, 16-month-old! The photos here attest to the change seen in him - one from March and one from now. Just look at that hair!

One other change I've noticed is a change within myself. And it is a change that is important. I came back home, walked into my room, and thought to myself, "Wow, I have a lot of junk!" And so I have been tearing posters off walls, clearing out cupboards of unnecessary clothing, dusting my shelves, and having a major spring clean and general tidy of my room. Beforehand I would always hoard stuff, keep souvenirs and items I thought meant something to me. But now coming back home I see this materialistic lifestyle as completely meaningless. Thousands of Liberians live on practically nothing everyday. Why must I live in this luxury? What is the point of it all? So it all needs to go. I have discovered that simplicity is the key to life.

May you all have a blessed Christmas. And may you not only see, but also meet, the Christ of Christmas this year. God bless.

Home...

I am now safely "home" in Cape Town, South Africa. I disembarked the M/V Africa Mercy last Monday, 8th December, after 13 magical months onboard. A large group of friends saw me off on the dock and one good friend, Theo Biney of Ghana, even jumped in front of the vehicle to try and push it back, trying to keep me from leaving! But alas, I had a plane to catch and Rodrigo Silva, a good friend, drove me onwards to the airport.

My flights on both Kenya Airways (Monrovia to Nairobi via Accra and then Nairobi to Johannesburg) and the domestic One Time flight (Jo'burg to Cape Town) were uneventful. No turbulence whatsoever. And before I knew it, the One Time plane was on final approach into Cape Town International Airport, with the majestic Table Mountain on our right.

All my luggage made it though fine-o (yay!) and out stepped a tired, emotional and shell-shocked Murray. I was finally home. 13 months had ended like that. And it hit me.

Being home presents a small small dilemma to me: in that I am home but am also away from home. Where is my home? When I was on the ship (and no one can disagree with this) I was staunchly patriotic, referring to Cape Town as my wonderful home and being proud of it. Now I'm not so sure. In my mind I actually think it's the other way round: the Africa Mercy was my home. Cape Town is now my home away from home. And one day, if it is God's will for my life, I'll be back home on the Africa Mercy. We'll see how and where this adventure continues!

Leaving Liberia...

How do I sum up the most amazing and unbelievable 13 months into one blog entry? It can't really be done. But I will share something I wrote a couple of weeks ago. It is by no means exhaustive, but it gives an idea as to what has happened the past year. I am so thankful and blessed to be able to have served with Mercy Ships:

Let me just first say how thankful I am to God that he called me on this wonderful adventure with Mercy Ships. It has certainly been the experience of a lifetime.

I would also like to thank all of you who have supported me, either in prayer or financially, through my ministry here in Liberia, West Africa. I have really appreciated it and also hope you have enjoyed hearing my news and sharing in my stories from the M/V Africa Mercy.

If you had told me two years ago that I would be serving as a missionary onboard a hospital ship in Monrovia, Liberia, I would probably have laughed out loud. I did not see it as my future. But God has amazing ways of working and shaping events to meet His will for your life. And I am so thankful to have followed when He called. I’m not going to share about my call to Mercy Ships now, but rather just tell you what He has done in my life over the past year.

Both through the work I did at Reception and now in Communications, I have been stretched and challenged, but it is wonderful to see how God has grown me and helped me discover different sides of myself I never knew existed: a side that is more confident, a side that is able to make friends more easily, a side that can deal with situations that demand a cool head. The list goes on.

But I am most thankful for the opportunities I’ve had here to get involved with the people of Liberia. They are warm, loving people who continue to amaze me with the love they show to us. Over my time here I have been involved with God’s Children Home, one of the orphanages that Mercy Ships are involved in. I have also been involved with leading a Bible Study for a group of teenage guys out at New Matadi, a district of Monrovia. Here I have been shown unconditional acceptance and warmth. These kids really care for us. It was difficult saying goodbye.

Forget about stereotypes and prejudices and what the world says is happening in Liberia. We see the changes here in people’s lives. Our God truly is an awesome God.

I am also thankful for the wonderful friends I have made here over the past nearly thirteen months. Some of these friendships were just for a season. Others will last a lifetime. God has been so faithful. God has been revealing to me my own character strengths and weaknesses in my daily interactions with these friends, for which I am thankful. It is certainly a melting-pot of different cultures with 33 different nationalities living together. Despite occasional personality clashes and cultural misunderstandings, this is by far the closest thing to heaven that I have ever witnessed.

And what does the future hold? Well, 2009 is looming large and I am trusting in God to provide. I have a rough plan of what I would like to do, and I’ll just say that I’m keeping my options open for now. A return to Mercy Ships could be possible, but I’ll keep you posted on that.

May God continue to bless you in whatever area you serve Him.

I started this blog back in October 2007 as a means to record my thoughts and keep those interested updated on my progress here on the Mercy Ship. As such, I named it "Murray's Mercy Ship Adventure" and gave it the web address http://mercyshipadventure.blogspot.com/. But it is not the end of my adventure. My story will continue. And it is this Mercy Ship adventure that has shaped me, changed me forever. And I am so thankful. So this blog will remain, and I will keep you updated on my progress back in Cape Town here. So stay posted for more. God bless you all.

The Final Weekend...

As I type this, it is one of my last entries to this blog from Monrovia, Liberia. It has been quite the year. But that being said I still had one weekend before my departure on the 8th of December. It was the infamous "blackout" weekend, where everything for the Saturday was shut down as our Engineering staff cleaned the main engines ahead of the sail to the Canary Islands.

With the engines and generators being off, the ship can be a rather uncomfortable place to be, with no flushing toilets (we use a vacuum system), no lighting (apart from emergency lighting), no air-conditioning and no Internet and e-mail. And so I decided to head off-ship to the Francis Gaskin Orphanage in Paynesville, a district of Monrovia, pretty close to the SKD Stadium actually. I went to this orphanage last week and thoroughly enjoyed it.

It was a good time yesterday. We put on a Christmas party for the kids, making Christmas decorations and then playing games and spending time with the kids. Apart from a couple of friends who I ferried across to Thinkers Beach at lunchtime, the rest of the Mercy Shippers remained at the orphanage for the afternoon. I then returned at around 16h00 and we all bundled into the Land Rover and headed back to the ship. It was another sad farewell to these wonderful kids.

We returned to a dark, hot (but not unbearable) ship. And then at around 18h00 everything came back on, as the Engineering team powered up the generators again. The Captain and Chief Engineer had thought that today, Sunday, may have been needed as a day for cleaning as well. But they did a sterling job and finished everything yesterday. We are so blessed by our wonderful God and of course the dedicated crew we have here on the Mercy Ship.

Marthlyn Smith...

The Reality of Departure...

It started on Monday. I walked up to my cabin and there, presticked (blu-tacked) to the door, was a note. It was my official Mercy Ships disembarkation form. And then it happened on Tuesday morning. My name was called out in community meeting. I had to stand up and be acknowledged as a departing crew member. Then today I had my official debriefing meeting with one of the chaplains. It is coming fast.

The reality of my departure is clear. I've been preparing myself, reading a book dealing with Re-entry (Re-entry: Making the Transition from Missions to Life at Home), but to be honest I don't think I can be prepared for what is to come. I'm just trusting in God. I pray that I will take back the lessons I have learned and all the changes that have happened in my life and implement these back home. May I truly return to Cape Town a changed man. That is my prayer.

I'll be sure to keep you posted how it goes.

The picture above is an evidently shocked me, holding my disembarkation form.

Gearing up for 2010...

On one of Monrovia's main streets is this large billboard. It shows a soccer (football) player dressed in Bafana Bafana (South African) colours in front of a large stadium. The world - even Liberia - is gearing up for the FIFA 2010 World Cup in South Africa. Photo courtesy of Emily Adams.

My Farewell Dinner...

This past Monday, 1st December, a small group of close friends headed out to the Bamboo Bar where we had a little farewell for me. While we waited for our dinners my friends shared their favourite "Murray Moments" - memories of me that will forever stick in their minds. It was a really fun evening! And caused a lot of laughter!


Our meals then arrived. I was looking forward to my meal: I had the spicy Liberian pepper chicken. I've never had it before, mainly due to the fact that it is extremely spicy and Murray and spicy, hot food do not mix! But this evening I decided to man up! And wow, it was so hot, but nevertheless I impressed my friends by eating all the Liberian pepper sauce - despite sweating profusely and constantly gulping down mouthfuls of fresh water! But it was so good.

This evening made me realise how extremely blessed I've been. God has been so faithful over the past year in surrounding me with people who love me and look out for my best interests. I am so very thankful.

I'll miss my friends here, but I know that they are here for a reason and for this season. Some friendships here will last a lifetime. But despite this fact, the goodbyes on Monday will not be easy.

SRSG visits Mercy Ship...

The Final New Matadi Visit...

This past Wednesday, 26th November, was our final visit to the orphanage at New Matadi. We went an hour early to allow us to spend extra time with these great kids. It was quite an adventure just getting off the ship. The President was attending the "Thank You" event held onboard that day. We had to make a quick dart through Reception, past numerous secret service agents and heavily-armed UN troops, to our trusty Land Rover parked down on the dock.

After arriving at around 16h45, we started the activities by playing some water balloon throwing games with the younger kids, although the older guys and girls did join in as well. It was a lot of fun, as the photos here testify.

Josh, Drew and myself also did a little programme for our boys - just like they had done for us the week before (see blog entry for Saturday, November 22nd). We opened in prayer, gave parting comments, presented gifts to the boys who had scored the most points for scripture memorisation, did a song piece (Drew had his guitar and sung "Everlasting", a popular worship song), and then played more games.

We played a game where you have a balloon tied around your ankle and then you take on an opponent - also with a balloon tied to his ankle. The object is to stand on the opponent's balloon before he gets yours. For simplicity, I'll just call this game "Stomp the balloon". It was a tournament leading to semi-finals and then the grand-finale.

Another game we played was the "Flour Game". Here you put some flour in a cup or tupperware and invert it onto a plate. An M & M or Smartie is then placed on top and you have to cut away at the flour without dislodging the sweet. The one who dislodges the sweet has to eat it - without the use of hands - by placing your face in the flour. It was hilarious.

But then, after our fun afternoon, we came to the sad part of the day. We had to say goodbye to these boys who have been very much a part of our lives for the past six months. I will miss each one of these guys. Please continue to pray for the children of the Mother Victoria Thomas Orphanage Home in New Matadi, Monrovia, Liberia. God bless.

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