Shanksteps #165

I sit here in the Dulles airport with some trepidation, anticipation, and fatigue. We left home yesterday, driving to Portland to fly out last night, headed to Cameroon. it has been a year and a few months since we were there. I look forward to being at Avava and Valantine’s wedding. I look forward to doing surgeries that will help people that may not get help otherwise. I want to see my friends. The trepidation comes from getting there. Will the customs agents hassle me? Will all of our luggage make it? All but 1 1/4 pieces are hospital supplies. There is some much needed lab equipment in the check-ins. Will the police stop us along the road asking for money to let us pass? When we leave US soil it is with all these emotions and more. We will be there a few weeks. We also look forward to seeing our missionary friends in Chad, because we think we may be able to!

So as we (three of us) start this trip we ask for your prayers. That God would make us useful for the population we will serve both medically and spiritually. We are taking over items that many of you have either donated or helped purchase, by donations. Thank you again, on behalf of the Koza Adventist Hospital and the population it serves. Sincerely, Greg

Shanksteps #164 much delayed

There are some of you who are wondering what has happened to the Shanks and their newsletter. As you know we left Koza and have returned home to be with Sarah and nearer our parents. In August, 2010 we spent the month with family then put Sarah back in school at UCA. During September and October we interviewed for positions around the Northwest. We also did a locums (temporary job) during that time frame. After much thought and prayer we decided to move to a small town on the west coast in Oregon. We moved here in January of this year.

This year has brought many changes: As far as work: western medicine, with western disease, seeing patients only with my area of expertise, doing the same procedures over and over, screening for diseases, electronic medical records, concern of frivolous lawsuits, ability to get a CAT scan, MRI, nuclear medicine scan, PET scan, ultrasound with a report from a radiologist, well developed X-rays that can actually see body parts well, lab work that if not done here can be sent to Portland, Seattle, or around the globe for a result, and most annoying, endless paperwork! For living: Now living in a neighborhood with mostly Caucasian neighbors, cut grass, flowers, garages, trees, and rain! Oh how we miss Pierre and Isaiah. Pierre, who in Koza fearlessly “protected” us while asleep on our front porch and pulled the grass in the front “yard” dirt to keep it “clean”, ignoring the countless plastic bags blowing around from the market across the soccer field. And Isaiah, we miss his constant whistling a happy tune, preparing our meals for whenever we were able to return from the hospital in the evening, starving after a day of work. And tirelessly ironing each of our articles of clothing to kill the fly eggs that could be deposited on them while hanging to dry outside (to avoid the …………..worm)? Tumbu larvae? For getting food: Go to the grocery store and pick up whatever kind of fruit, vegetable, meat, cereal, flour, dairy product you want to make whatever is planned for the evening. Or maybe go to the Mexican, Thai, Chinese, Subway, McDonalds…fast food or local diner you want to go to. For travel: If we want to go to a town “nearby” (maybe 30 miles away), we get in our car and drive down paved roads at high rates of speed to get there quickly. If it is many states away, we may get in an airplane and go. Now an airplane: the ones here do not require paying off the head of the airline at the airport to get a seat aboard, you can pay your ticket with an agent, online, or by phone. Then just show up with time to get through security and get on your assigned seat! No running to get an available seat and the remaining people standing have to get off and go another day. No more bike rides to the market, motorcycle taxies, minibus taxies with 18 people inside before they are willing to travel to their destination! We now walk for exercise, but not to get to work, go to the market or visit friends. For church: a building with heat and air-conditioning, a paved parking lot, a congregation that is primarily elderly, mildly ethnically diverse, sings to organ and piano music, a amplified sound system, special music, listen to a sermon in only one language (English) and understand every word. For society: to be impressed by some superficial friendships (which we easily fall into), the materialism, the desire for something for doing nothing, the apparent entitled feeling many Americans have, the seeming mockery of elders wisdom, the “obeying” of laws and traffic signals, the lack of corruptness visible in day by day interactions with authorities, Youth: who mock teachers, text while talking to adults, and revere pop icons and wish that Justin Beiber lived next door, and dream of a future major take with some new internet business, shun physical work, have no apparent work ethic yet their parents work two or three jobs to pay for their schooling, and “know more” than any previous generation yet can’t pass math, spanish, but make an “A” in computer science. (Maybe hoping that “texting” will be a new major in college, so they can pass through easily).

We are missing the simplicity of living life day by day, moment by moment! Fortunately we will not miss it all this year. We are planning on returning to Koza in a few weeks. We hear that the hospital is functioning with two new Congolese graduate physicians that have been there for six months or so. The administration with the help of the two doctors have kept it running since our departure. We appreciate those of you who continue to help Koza. Your prayers, financial support continue to support the medical care in that rural area. With your donations we are taking lab tests to Koza to replenish their machines, provide suture to do surgeries, supply multivitamins to malnourished children. In addition to these we hope to take infrared temperature probes, surgical towels, sterile gloves, and whatever else we have kept since years past that hasn’t made it over there yet. As usual we will have suitcases full of medical supplies and very little of our own gear. Guess we may have a little more of our own this year as we don’t have clothes there any longer, need insect repellant, deodorant, and other personal supplies. So we thank you for continuing to think of Koza. Though I do not know who of you donate directly to the koza hospital fund at the Summersville SDA Church, I appreciate it very much. May God continue to bless you.

Life is very different now. It makes us wish for rural African life, but also thank God for the blessings we are fortunate to have in this country. Greg

Letter from Student missionary in Koza #19

Friday, April 1, 2011
The Power of Prayer
Again, much has happened… God has been present, moving, and performing miracles right in front of me. I have been learning a lot about the thousands of ways God provides for me and others even when I am unaware. I’ve been catching glimpses of things I will miss as I start to wind down my trip in this not very beautiful place. I’m blessed… truly blessed to have gone through the trial I have and seen the beauty I have seen in each person I have come in counter with. Last week, as I was packing my bags to take close to a three-week vacation for travel, I spent more time visiting those I loved then by myself in my house getting ready to leave. I will only be gone for a little while, and yet I am starting to look at all of my loved ones differently. I look at them with emotions stirred up in my head. This trip to the southwest of Cameroon is like a preparation of what is to come. I might never see any of these people again… thank God for the second coming?
As I packed my bags last week to come to visit the southwest of Cameroon, I had a checklist in my head. I need my passport, enough money, food for the trip, a motercycle taxis ready, clothes to last me, being on time, pray, and more. I woke up at 4 o clock the next morning to travel 45 minutes on a motorcycle to make it to the first bus leaving Mokolo to Maura. We made it on time at 6:20 am. After arriving in Maoura 2 your later, we quickly took another mototaxi to the next bus taking us from Maoura to Ngaundere (9 hour bus ride). Everything had to go smoothly because the train from Ngaundere only leaves at 6 pm everyday. We wanted to make it on time so we didn’t have to spend the night in Ngaundere, making our trip even longer and more exhausting. The bus ride seemed to take a lifetime, but we made it on time to the train. Both Bahana and I were starving and thirsty so I bought some bananas, bread, and juice for the next trip. The train would take from 6:30 pm to 8 am the next morning. We tried to find the most comfortable seats. Obviously, being that we were in a small seat for two and facing another small seat with two or three people, the night didn’t go down so well. I didn’t get much sleep. Instead, I read one book almost straight through. It was a book my mother gave me. I don’t have it with me but I think it is called Baptism, Holy Spirit, and Prayer. You might be familiar with the title. The chapters captivated me as I sat in the small section of seat I had. I ended up reading the whole 11 chapters except the last remaining chapter. This will become important later.
Arriving in Younde was like arriving in downtown Hawaii. It was humid, green, and English speaking! Much, much different from my home back in Koza. Bahana’s sister picked us up and I rested there for a few minutes before I had to take the trip from Younde to Buea where I would meet up with my missionary friends working in the hospital there. I left the house around 11 am to take the hardest part of my journey, finally arriving safely in Buea around 5 pm on the 29th of March, making this trip a complete 24 hours?
In the bus that I had to take from Younde to Buea I had a Holy Spirit encounter with the woman sitting right next to me. Remember how I didn’t seem finish the last chapter in my book Baptism, Holy Spirit, and Prayer? Knowing that I wasn’t going to be comfortable enough on the bus to sleep, I took out that book to read the last chapter. As I started to read it the woman next to me, Elizabeth, casually asked me what it was about. I quickly told her it was about how to have a powerful consistent prayer life… and I got back to reading. After I finished reading the chapter, I thought she might want to scan over it and read it. She accepted. After seeing her read the back, the first chapter, and continue, I started praying that the Holy Spirit would direct her to the truths found in that book. From the time I gave her the book a little after we left Younde until soon arriving in Buea, she read. I tried to pray consistently from the time she started reading until the end. She was trying to finish the book before we arrived. After the 7th chapter she turn to me with a look of amazement. I asked her if she liked the book. She began to tell me her story. She said, “This book has answered all of my questions about Prayer. I had three questions in my mind about prayer and the Holy Spirit and this book has made it abundantly clear to me”. She also began to explain that earlier that morning she had prayed for God to show her favor, and to show her something to increase her faith. I had been in the right place at that bus station, in the right seat, at the right time. Not knowing it, I had been moved by the Holy Spirit to stop a chapter before my book was finished so I could open it up in the bus for Elizabeth to see… an opportunity to renew her life with Christ. I told her that the Holy Spirit works in miraculous ways, and he put both of us together for a reason. She had one question about the gift of tongues that God had impressed me to study about the summer before just to have this encounter with her. I ended up giving her the book and we exchanged emails. She told me after she was finished with the book; she was going to give it to her mother. Both my life and life of hers was shaken by the power of God and the power of prayer. I thank Him for using me as an instrument for good. The Lord opens my eyes slowly to the things that are literally out-of-this-world. My prayer is that not only that Elizabeth grows in her walk of faith and prayer, but that each one of us can see the glory of God moving in our lives. I’m no better than any man on this earth, and I will bow at the feet of Jesus when He comes again, but God wants to work through us. We are His instruments, even if we don’t want to be.
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Letter from Student missionary in Koza #18

Thursday, March 17, 2011
I Am In Awe of His Protection
As I sit here in my bedroom tonight after a long hard day of work, I am contemplating how my life has been here in Africa. I suddenly realize how precious my life really is… You never know what devastations could possibly happen to you any moment (Thinking of Japan, Haiti, and New Zealand especially).
Several days ago I was taking a trip to Maoura to accompany a friend and to meet up with another. I spent a great HOT day in the Market as well as walking from place to place. I was finally ready to go home. Like always, I got my ticket for the Mokolo Express bus. This bus is the 1 ½ hour transportation from Maoura to Mokolo, after which I take another 45 min Mototaxi ride from Mokolo to Koza, my home village. As we were driving with a small bus packed full of way more people then would be required in America, I feel us turning off on the side of the road. Looking around to see what all the commotion is about, I finally see the problem. The front of another Mokolo Express bus (probably the one that left before us) had exploded and all the civilians were stranded outside. The explosion completely ruined the bus, but luckily all were safe. Sitting in the back seat of my bus, I starting thinking. If I had come 5 minutes earlier to the bus station, I would have been on that bus. How amazing is it when we go through life not thinking of how much God is protecting us from the disaster that take place around us. And when, like so many innocent people have experienced, disasters hits our very homes, the Lord promises a way out. He promises that everything will “work together for good to those who love the Lord” (Rom 8:28).
There was a nurse recently at the hospital who was in a head on collision with another civilian… I could have been that nurse. A village near me was recently pillaged… I could have been in that village. There was a boy at the hospital who had a pot of boiling water fall on him, leaving nothing but a thin layer of skin over his tiny body… I could have been that boy. The point I’m trying to make is this. I am one person no better from another, but the Lord God shows mercy and grace. He sees every obstacle around us, and strategically maneuvers us in a perfect way so we can learn and grow through each experience. If you are sitting here thinking that God has not given you an exiting life or nothing has befallen to you to make you cling to Jesus, well think again… God is working tremendously to keep you protected, even right now! I need to switch my thinking from “why hasn’t God done something powerful in my life” to “God has been an incredible protector and healer in my life and has preserved me for a special purpose”. There is a reason why God puts me in certain situations and doesn’t allow me to go through others… I praise Him for that tonight?

Apologies for not posting on my blog lately. I had two very fun people come visit me all the way from Buea. Cherilyn and Moriah are missionaries who are working for the Buea SDA hospital. They traveled three days just to come to Koza (I warned them that it might not be worth it). I have been talking to Cherilyn online since before my arrival here in Koza. She lives about an hour from my house in Oregon. Her and Moriah are going through the Union College Student Missions program. The only thing I knew about her was that my family was familiar with hers, and she was going to be in the same country as me doing mission work at this same time. The crazy thing is that we met each other face to face for the first time… on the other side of the world! I have been truly blessed to have had their lovely white faces here in Koza and to have experienced so many adventures with them. Thank you, girls, for being apart of my life and for encouraging me as we are now finishing our last three months in Africa. Hashia!(or however you say it).
I have been moving up in the hospital. Ganava has left for three days to Maoura so I am the main nurse from 8-10 in the morning and also the main anesthesiologist during surgery. It has been exciting and a huge adrenaline boost knowing that I have patients lives in my hands and they need to come to me for help. My French is definitely getting stronger and hopefully I can perfect it when I go back to America. I have come down with a slight cold recently. When it started about a week ago, I quickly got medicine… unfortunately there is no such thing as medicine for congestion so I have settled with taking medicine for my cough, and doing natural remedies for the rest. It’s the way to go! The girls from Limbe have been trying my patience, but I am slowly learning that I don’t need to argue when someone else wants to argue (that is hard for me?). “God, give me Holy Spirit power as I try to live my life by example. Help me, in every situation, to call upon your name. Make me a servant and help me to be willing to reach out to those in need. My life is blessed more than I can even imagine… YOU ALONE ARE GOD!”
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