Easter Celebrated Despite No Easter Bunny or Eggs.

If a child in Australia and Tanzania was asked why do we have Easter, we would likely get two completely different answers. In Australia it would be Easter Hat Parades, Easter eggs and Easter bunnies. In Tanzania it has a religious meaning as children understand Easter is about life and how to live it to the full. It’s about Jesus, a cross and a resurrection from the dead. In this culture where the spiritual realm still dominates peoples’ thoughts and where the spirit world is evident in behaviours that deny the worth of humans, the message of Jesus is a message that gives life meaning and purpose. Death was defeated on that cross and Africans know that this world is not all there is.

The Easter weekend here was for me relatively quiet. Good Friday I preached at the English service using Exodus 12 about the Passover as my text and linking the Passover Lamb with the Lamb of God at Easter. On Saturday I remained home just resting, apart from a walk to Rehema Cafe where there are always expats. There were two new lots of volunteers with GOMAD – Go Make a Difference. A mother and son aged in their sixties and forties and a lovely family with four girls aged from 10 to 15 joined four gap year young adults from the UK whose three months ends in a week.

COVID having shut down tourism meant Rehema had no income for years until recently. It is the only western cafe for hundrds of kilomtres between Mwanza and the Kenyan border.

Sunday was a big day with a four houchurch ervice and afterwards lunch at Matvilla on the shores of Lake Victoria. Te music in the service is always amazing with African voices ululating and dancing as they sing. The after church auction resulted in me being the winning bidder for a 100kg sack of maize, 4 chickens and a length of material. All given to others – a widow with five kids and an aged person. The cloth went to the tailoring centre and the maize to Mothers’ Union for distribution to the poor.

Lunch at Matvilla

After churc the bishop and his wife Janet and I headed to Matvilla Beach Resort about a kilometre from his home. We all ordered tilapia and what was served was almost as large as the largest fish I have eaten years ago.

However the interesting thing about the place was the number of Chinese eating there. A group of six told me they were working at Butiama and some had been in the country nine years as road builders. The other group were with a tour company. The first group were very friendly, offering me a beer, sunflower seeds and other food.

Monday turned out to be a day of confirmations for thirteen young people aged from 11 years to late teenage years. I was asked to preach again and had time to edit my sermon as Max who was translating for me was learning new words like hail. “Ice from the sky,” I told him. Anyway we managed to get through and I had reduced much of it otherwise we would have been there much longer.

Back to work Tuesday. My focus has been the tour group of 18 who will be here from 22 April. A major task was obtaining 18 SIM cards. In the end it required four people to buy up to five cards each to give each person 4gbs of data for their week here. Each cost about $7. I have learned a lot about organising travel through this process and do not begrudge travel agents charging a service fee now for what they do in bookings travel for people.

Finalising the itinerary. A meeting with staff about the visit and the logistics and prepping the itinerary rounded out my week which ends Wednesday as Thursday I head to Kigali, Rwanda by bus for a conference.

However the week ended on an interesting note on how small this world is. There is a gardener named Daniel who occasionally comes and takes tea in the hostel kitchen canteen and sat with us this morning. Establishing I was Australian he starts mentioning all the Australians he knows including Howard Spencer who I know personally from my role at Anglican Aid. Now in Brussels I looked him up on Facebook and messaged him. Daniel was his Godson. Daniel is 60 years old and was 24 when he was baptised. He also worked for Howard in his home at Buhemba. Imessaged Howard on Messenger and received a reply to say hi to Daniel. I then had Daniel record a message to Howard who repled later after we had left. Small world.

Tuesday night we all wentto dinner at the GOMAD house in Bwerri about ten minutes from town. It was a relaxed meeting of volunteers, the GOMAD staff of Calire and Graham who set up the charity which has brought over 1500 people (not all young) to Tanzania and Kenya to do some work and have an African experience. After dinner we went round the table to hear what the highlight of the day was. I was impressed to hear of teenage kids visiting the leprosy village (I need to get there) and doing things such as massaging limbs, lifeless and free of feeling due to the disease, testing villagers for malaria and planting trees. Planting trees is big over here. Whatever volunteers do they pay for so they contribute not only time but money. Such a great program. If you want to experience the real Africa in a safe place and dispel everything you think about the continent, rather than tourist Africa Go Make a Difference is a well organised program and recommended by me.

And finally some photos of Serengeti contributed by the Bible College which took studnets on safari on the weekend and a mission to Mugumu. Seeing an aeroplane is a big deal for these guys as they mostly will vever get on a plane or fly.

Definitely finally Philbia. You may remember last year I started a fundraiser for 23 yo Philbia who needed heart surgery. On Monday this woman sidled up and asked for a selfie. After the photo I asked who she was and in great suprise that I did not recognise her, she said Philbia. Well what a heart operation will do for you as you will see in the following shots.

And as Bugs Bunny famously said “That’s all folks till,” after Kigali.

New Beginnings

Reflections on my first week in Tanzania as a volunteer at the Anglican Church of Tanzania

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Induction at Mara Easter Week 1

Its has been a busy week here in Musoma. Arriving by local bus from Mwanza (4.5 hours) I learned a lot from just a bus ride. I gave up my seat to a woman with two kids she was standing trying to hold as the bus weaved along the main road avoiding hazards. Lots of young blokes who didn’t even look up. This is a strongly dominated male culture.
Bishop George met me at the bus station and took me home. I am living with him while in Musoma. His wife Janet who teaches in Dodoma came home early for Easter to greet me and head back to Dodoma (20 hours on a bus) on Easter Monday. Christina is the housekeeper who cooks, cleans and does all things domestic. There is a 24 hour security guard at the gate and at night the guards are armed.

I had the house to myself on Saturday and Sunday as they went to a village for confirmations and it was too far to travel back Saturday night. I went for a walk up town and cvisited the markets and bought one or two items. A plate to sit on top of the gas stove will allow my stove top espresso maker to keep me in decent coffee.

The heat has surprised me and I did sleep a lot on the weekend. Not sure if it was the heat or effects of jetlag. The weekend also brought news from my wife that she had tested positive for COVID on a PCR after two negative RATS. While concerning she was assuring me she had only mild symptoms. How I have not contacted it as my daughter and two grandkids contracted it in the days prior to my departure and I had significant contact with them the previous weekend at my grandson’s birthday party.

I downloaded Duolingo, hoping to learn some basic Swahili given I am here for more than just a week as have my past visits been. I gave up by Monday, but Glen a former missionary here who is back for ten days to say goodbye after the hasty Covid departure said he would see if there were any books they had when they were learning Swahili.

The first day in the office surpised. I have an office and a title – Business Manager – somewhat embarrassing and I did ask who made way for me to have sucha big office. Katibu (Diocesan Secretary Max) told me it was a meeting room and as I was a “big man” I deserved a big office. By week’s end it was all making sense. The photo of the office says all you need to know about the state of administration not only here but generally in Africa. A meeting with the bishop outlined the tasks he had in mind for me to work on in my time here. The list seemed intimidating initially but as the week went on it was clear I am seen by him as a change agent.

My induction proceeded with introductions to all staff working in the diocesan office here.. There are many departments and significantly a number of younger staff. The diocesan office now has a legal adviser, given litigation is becoming an issue and also to deal with land issues and contracts.

I spent most of Tuesday in Mother’s Union Board meeting. Significantly from that I learned that MU had done training in 2018 on a Church & Community Mobilisation Program (CCMP) and two groups have already saved TZS 30 million (Tanzanian Shillings) or about $18,000 which was used to finance small projects on a loan basis to community members. This is significant and the bishop is keen to have this roll out across the diocese. Reading through the financial statements I was also questioning how accounts are presented and individual cost centres not showing as P&L centres. This is an area to address with finance who was at the meeting. Over the Easter weekend (Thursday, Friday, Saturday) Janet and a number of MU members visited remote villages with gifts of food and school supplies for distribution to needy children and their parents.

Wednesday was sermon preparation day. But first I had to sort out my online access to the bank as I had been locked out due to too many attempts at my passowrd. I ended up having to go to town and but an international bundle for the phone and ringing my bank. Amazingly it only took 10 minutes but the bundle did cost $30 and was needed as I didn’t have SMS for my Australian number to receive a code to verify it was me making the changes.

The Bible readings for Sunday were Psalm 118:14-24, Isaiah 25:6-9, 1 Cor 5:7-8 and Mark 16:1-7. By day’s end I had the outline completed and an idea of what I was going to say.

Maundy Thursday was a meeting with Arthur who has three jobs in the diocese. It went for three hours and it seems he and I will work together trying to help manage his workload and put in systems that will help him. I manged the completion of my sermon and used Google translate to translate it into Swahili. The bishop was impressed at the accuracy of the translated sermon. The subject is The Shroud has Been Lifted. I also wrote a blog on the absence of Easter Bunnies and eggs in Tanzania. It struck me that there is no commercial advertising of Easter. The blog can be located at the link above. At 3pm a service was held in the cathedral with lots of music. I took a video of a song sung by the bishop’s secretary. It is absoultely amazing when you think these singers have no formal music training.

Good Friday was church at 10am (English) and at midday a service of the last seven sayings of Jesus which lasted three hours. First time I have ever heard of this type of service but lo and behold Darling Point Anglican in Sydney had the exact same service but with nine last sayings. Church is very liturgical and this would have been a high holy day. Again excellent music. In this context the liturgy is remembered as I observed even young children reciting responses. No prayer books in sight. I downloaded a Swahili song book earlier in the week and was able to attempt to sing some of the songs in Swahili.

Glenn and Dominique who were missionaries here for ten years are back to say goodbye and sort out their goods before going home. A short trip of ten days, they took the bishop and I for dinner to a local restaurant which allowed a time of saying goodbye. The school Glenn led had a farewell for him earlier in the week and formal farewell from the diocese will take place on Tuesday before they head home.

My diet here is totally changed. I have been doing keto for over three years and the diet here is totally the opposite. High carbs, high protein and low fat. Fat in fact is only in the oil used for cooking and any fish or meat. In the week here I have eaten an extraordinary amount of beans and am surprised at how tasty they are.

Christina the housekeeper here knows how to cook. Rice is an accompaniment with most meals and either a small amount of meat, generally chicken but once we had beef. Spinach as greens and plantains (cooked bananas) are regular side dishes and maybe 100 -150grams of meat on any day. On the days eating out I order tilapia, a freshwater fish from Lake Victoria – arguably the tastiest fish in the world. The house is literally a 200 metre walk to the largest lake in Africa.

Perhaps the biggest change is walking the dogs or should I say the dogs running us. It is a brisk 2.5 km circuit as the dogs pull us along. I haven’t exercised as hard in many years. My heart rate is getting to 160 according to my Fitbit. My thighs are feeling it. On Saturday the dogs get a wash that essentially dips them in public dog bath and has chemicals for parasites, ticks and allows them to be scrubbed down. This happened before sunrise so they get the first bath. 80 to 100 dogs go through the same water on Saturdays for 500 TZS each.

So it has been busy, tiring but a great start. I am lookning forward to the next few months.

How Can it be Easter if there is No Easter Bunny?

A country where there is no Easter Bunny but there is Easter

Missing in Action – no Easter Bunny can be found in Tanzania.

This is the question that came to me a week after arriving in Tanzania where I am volunteering with the Anglican Church of Tanzania in Mara Diocese. It struck me earlier in the week that there is no chocolate to be seen or advertised anywhere.

No Easter Bunny.

No Easter eggs.

No advertising it is Easter week. Where has Easter disappeared to in this country? What is going on?

Based at the area office of the church, everyone there is acutely aware that this is Easter week. Church last Sunday had everyone waving palm leaves, as it was Palm Sunday. This was the day Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a colt and the crowds covered the streets in palm leaves in honour of their king. A week later this same crowd were shouting for his execution. No chocolate eggs that day, only blood and death.

But where is the commercial reality that reminds us it is Easter. Can we really have an Easter celebration without chocolate? I realise this is a heresy for which I could be crucified (metaphorically speaking).

The theft of Easter in our consumer driven west has meant that those “celebrating” Easter are celebrating a myth. This is the myth that chocolate eggs and rabbits are the reason for Easter. Spiritual issues are avoided. The guilt driven may attend a church service along with the annual Christmas pilgrmage. But outside that it is eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow …..

Gone is the Easter celebration of the man who gave his life in the humiliation of death on a cross. The God man dying the death each of us deserved to offer us each an escape from eternal death. We squander this gift for chocolate eggs. We satisfy carnal desires in lieu of seeking the spiritual reality that Easter offers.

Maundy Thursday had a 3pm church service where choirs ranging in age from seniors to junior groups sang about their understanding of Easter. No chocolate. No exchange of gifts. Simply joy at the gift provided by God who gives them hope for the future and joy in the present.

One of the choirs at the Maundy Thursday Church Service

Could there be another reason why western marketing has not made it here to the streets of Musoma and most other towns in Tanzania to extol the importance of the Easter Bunny? Oh that’s right, chocolate is expensive. There is no market for people whose lives are lived on survival incomes. Where it is rare to see anyone smoking cigarettes. Where AU$200 monthly is a living wage. Where the manager of a mobile phone shop trades her increased income for the lowly salary of a church worker because she sees the value in serving others, not chasing a material life.

Are the culture wars in the developed world seeking to shut down Christianity so that the spiritual challenges of our mortality can be literally out of sight and out of mind. So everyone can be a monkey. See no Christianity.Hear no Christinity. Definitely don’t speak Christianity. Slincing Christians won’t stop the good news of Easter. Jesus came Jesus Ddied. Jesus rose from the dead. 2000 years of attempts to stop Christianity have failed. Using the Easter Bunny to divert us from the Easter message may blind many but won’t stop Easter being celebrated for what is is all about.