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Music, Cards, and an Incredible Wife

A Jon Post

Some times it feels like a week flies by but took forever to do it. It’s a weird sensation actually. I’m looking back at this week and it felt long (temperatures at or above 100° with coastal humidity that simply cannot be escaped make time slow to a crawl), but when I think about the days and how many there were it seems like they rocketed by. We’ve been splitting our time between two hospitals instead of the normal one. The extra hospital has been some unplanned appointments where we will be having Anaya. There have been some small concerns about high and low heart rates but by the end of the week she settled down and Anaya’s heart rate was at a steady and healthy level.

We took our guitar to the hospital with us this week. We’ve decided to add music as a regular part of how we bring the love of Christ to people there. We sang some English worship songs that we attempted to translate and sing in Portuguese with our friends there. As we continue we hope to add some Portuguese and Shangaan (the tribal language of this area) worship songs to our list of songs we sing with the patients. When someone is close to death they are rarely capable of conversation and we hope that singing the love of Christ to/over them can bring peace and rest where there is only suffering and pain.

“Show me how you shuffle those cards” he asked with a smile. “I want to learn that”. I smiled back and remembered him teaching me a strange little card game yesterday (sort of a mix between War and Rummy). I had picked up the cards in the middle of the game and offhandedly shuffled them during the game. He had noticed.
His request came at a good time because I had been sitting next to his bed asking the Lord what I should talk to him about next. I had been running out of ideas and suddenly he wanted to learn to shuffle cards.
“Hold them like this…” I began, and spent the next hour laughing, shuffling, and hopefully… just for a bit… helping lighten the load of living in a room surrounded by men dying of the same sickness living in him.
Just by teaching him to shuffle cards.

Valentine's DaySo Valentine’s Day is tomorrow.  I really do like Valentine’s Day. I kind of look at like a challenge.
There are two days per year that I have stark memories of since I’ve married Layne: Valentine’s Day and our Wedding Anniversary.
I hope… I really really hope that I keep making specific, stark memories with her for those two days every year for the rest of my life.
The challenge is finding that thing that I can do with her that I will remember. I also try to give her a gift, not diamond earrings, not flowers, but something specific to her and to the memory that we can keep and look back on.
Tomorrow is a good day. I get to make memories with my wife. Nothing could be sweeter.

A Bit of a Different Week

A Jon Post

Well, last week was new experience for me. Our ministry partner/leader, Jorge, spends most of his time planning and pulling off training programs for youth and children workers.

Group Activities

Group Activities

He teaches and trains people how to use sports and games as a way to introduce children and youth to Christ. Last week I was able to spend the whole week as one of his trainees, getting familiar with and learning from that side of Jorge’s ministry. It was a great week. I met some awesome Mozambican men and women of God and after 5 days (8 hours a day) of training we held a “Kids Games” event and were able to minister to 150 children from around the city through fun, games, team-building and Scripture.

Learning by Doing

Learning by Doing

I’ve wanted to experience this side of our ministry for some time now and so it was a pleasure and privilege to sit under Jorge’s leadership all week and learn from him.
I was also able to get new and unique looks into the Mozambican culture that I am still relatively new to and learning from.
Because it used all day every day last week I was only able to go to the hospital briefly a couple times and I dearly so many friends there. I am anxious to return this week and sit with them again.

Jorge in His Element

Jorge in His Element

Layne continues to grow closer to her due date (February 23rd). In these final stages we both fluctuate between eagerness/impatience and dread/”Wait-Anaya-don’t-come-yet!” feelings. We feel as ready as we can be to be her parents. Thanks for all of your prayers for her and us as we get closer and closer to her big arrival.

That’s us. There’s our week. Life keeps pressing us onward and, depending on the day, I feel like I’m in control or just swept up in it. I guess it’s probably good to let go of that control more often than not.  It’s not really mine to control anyway.

Soccer/Life Coaches

Soccer/Life Coaches

Little Victories and Miracles of 2010

A Jon Post

Welcome to 2011. Sorry this post didn’t make it up on the weekend. Hopefully our loyal readership doesn’t abandon us for our lateness.
So 2010, huh? What a year! And 2011? Lots coming our way I think!
In 2010 we moved into Mozambique with bright eyes, hopeful hearts and a lot of determination. We wanted to see the Kingdom of God brought here to Maputo and to the hospital. We set our hearts on being a hand to hold in last days, and being a smiling face in painful ones.
In 2010 our daughter started her journey into our lives.
There were a lot of bold, fearless moments, many successes.
And there were failures, broken hearts, breathless lungs, and tear-streaked faces.
In 2010 we’ve learned to find and see the Lord in the little victories and miracles along the way.

(January) Layne’s time with Emilia right up until and through her passing.

(January) My time with Joaquim, the first good friend I made here who died in the hospital.

(January-June) God’s providence in moving us to Angola, then His peace and voice in our move back to Mozambique.

(June) Our daughter.

(July) Reading the Bible with José Manuel the day before his death

(July) Sharing Christ with many by bringing the World Cup to the big screen in small villages

(August) Precious Sandra, being able to be with her daughter in northern Mozambique in her last days instead of a hospital bed.

(October) Dear friend Sabu, going home to his family.

(November) 13-year-old Marcelino who loved our daughter so much, prayed for her, asked how she was every time he saw us. Even up until the day he died.

(December) A hug from Tomé and a kiss from Lúcia

A Kiss from Lúcia

A Kiss from Lúcia

A Huge from Tomé

A Hug from Tomé

These are just a few of the little victories and miracles we’ve seen this year. They have often been surrounded by pain, but that’s our ministry.
We kinda like it.
Happy New Year!

Merry Christmas

A Jon Post

I know it’s “that time of year” again. To be honest, I haven’t felt it so much. I don’t want this to be one of those depressing or move-everyone-to-pity-the-poor-African posts or anything… I just want to ask you all to pray with me.
This is my prayer.

O come… O come… Immanuel.

That’s a Christmas song and I find myself praying it often recently.

…From depths of Hell Thy people save
And give them victory o’er the grave…

…Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death’s dark shadows put to flight…

…And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery…

Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

I sat with my wife with a man who just had surgery on his tumor and who lay in agony in the recovery room hundreds of miles from his family. He looked into my eyes and said “Thank you so much for visiting me. Yesterday, I saw some people in here who had family visiting them and I just looked at my empty corner of the room and cried. I knew I had no one to visit me. But you… you are my family. You came to visit me. Thank you.”

O come… O come…
Immanuel

My wife knelt next to a girl who shares her age. She is dying. She has no family except a sister who is very poor and cannot come to visit her. She cannot sit up by herself so whenever Layne comes her contagious smile lights up the room because Layne is the only one who will put her arms around her and help her sit up, if only for an hour.

O come… O come…
Immanuel

I often hold a specific little boy in my arms. He does his best to look healthy and strong but he limps, ever so slightly as he walks. He has deep black marks on his legs and his little body has wasted away from repeated yet futile chemotherapy treatments for his Sarcoma. He’s got one chemotherapy treatment left and then the doctors will send him home. They’ll send him home to die.

O come… O come…
Immanuel

See, there’s a beauty in all of this. All of these stories have a beauty. It’s told in the end of that song.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.

Immanuel will come. He will come. I know it’s trite and easy to say but when we live here in a reality that is so encompassed in pain, this is our hope.
Immanuel will come.
So yes, to me, to my wife, this is a very merry Christmas. It’s a merry Christmas because we know… we know that we can follow the plea of the title of that song
O come… O come… Immanuel
With the action at the end
Rejoice! Rejoice!

Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas.

Family Card

Merrry Christmas From the Hellers