THE TRIAL OF THE MONKEY

CHAPTER ONE: COMPLAINTS AND A MONKEY.

Sometimes I struggle with discouragement. I feel frustrated that the people I

work so hard to disciple still constantly make poor choices and don't follow

Christ! I feel like there's a basket of bountiful fruit one moment but then you

realize one piece is rotten and the next thing you know the whole bunch is

inedible, and you feel like your time's been wasted and you have to start all

over again!

Don't get me wrong, I have a burden for these people! There's a deep sadness

and a pulling of the Spirit of God for the old woman in Tuba (a village west of

us) and the children with charms and bells on their feet to ward away evil

spirits in Thuguru (a village east of us), for my friend Fakira who lives next

door, and the pounding feet dancing away outside my hut even as I write!

Okay, I'm getting off track...

This story is about a monkey and about how God can use the every day

happenings to penetrate profound lessons into our hearts.

I was feeling especially discouraged one morning. It was one of those days in

which all I wanted to do was curl up on my bed and eat imaginary chocolate

and cry. Unfortunately, it was also one of those days where there was a list of

things that needed to be done, so I got up and began to accomplish my 'to do'

list.

Suddenly, I heard a commotion. A group of children were playing, or rather

abusing, a baby monkey. I don't know why the children here like to torture

animals. They are normally sweet children but when it comes to animals they

burn them, tease them, pull their tails and enjoy the reaction they get from the

poor creatures. It. Makes. Me. Angry! I've been known to raise a child to level

of the eyes and say, "How would you like it if I treated you the way you're

treating that puppy!" I told them to "leave the monkey alone!" One of the boys

picked up the almost now limp baby monkey and brought it over to me and

dropped it into my hands. "It's yours! " he said as he giggled and ran off to play

soccer with the other hooligans.

 So here I was with a whimpering, adorable, little baby in my hands. There was

only ONE thing I could do... claim her as my very own! (Hey, I have a pet

monkey, how cool is that!!!)

After asking some questions I found out that this particular monkey (a Red

Patus) lived in the lower lands, a pretty far distance from Nagishot. Some men

had shot her mother and carried the monkey for three days, during which time

the little thing didn't get any food or water. :( Upon finding a group of boys,

they left her with them and continued their journey. The boys pulled her tail and

threw her back and forth between them until I came out and yelled at them.

After hearing this sad story of the poor monkey and the cruelty of people, I

named her ChaLee. A word sandwiched from two Didinga words. The first

being Chaman. (Happy/joy) and 'ah Leelee' meaning (sad/anger/sorrow) and

just like that, I had a pet monkey who I pretty much adored! But it was more

than that, I felt like ChaLee was a gift from God. She was a little bit of my own

Giligins Island, right here in South Sudan!

 CHAPTER TWO: DON'T BE SO HASTY.

Within a few days ChaLee was a normal screaming, disease carrying, food

gobbling delight! Well, I thought so anyway but before I took on this monkey, I

forgot to do some very important missionary things. 1: Pray. I didn't pray. (Not

very missionary of me) 2. I didn't ask my fellow missionaries if they would mind

me having a screaming baby who would one day turn into a living terror. (Not

very considerate of me) 3: I had NO clue the amount of work and attention a

baby monkey required. (I'm not ready to become a mommy!) I was up every

night with my baby monkey every few hours giving her food, singing her 'rock a

bye monkey' and somehow in the day still trying to keep up with teaching,

chores, Bible study, meals etc. My attention became divided and my eyes had

dark circles under them. My fellow missionaries shook their heads as ChaLee

screamed through dinner times and I would smile at them sheepishly.

She took a lot of time, she was a sleep deterrent, and was a distraction to

ministry. Yet, I was reminded that God has placed so many wonderful things in

this world to enjoy, many gifts and these things can either be just a distraction

from my ministry or they can be the very avenue to which my ministry has it's

greatest value. Even though the monkey seemed at first to be a distraction to

ministry, I determined to make it an opportunity be a faithful example of how to

be kind and a good steward with whatever dropped in my path.

CHAPTER THREE: DON' T MESS WITH MY MONKEY. 

It was a surprise that the monkey lived through her first day, let alone the next 

two weeks. She had days on which she was rambunctious and screaming and 

days where she seemed lethargic and sad. I wondered nervously if she would 

live. I sometimes left her outside on her own when it was sunny. She was very 

good about staying close. Well, one day I fell asleep in my hut for about thirty 

minutes and when I came out, she was nowhere to be found. I began to call 

her and I went searching.

Then the clouds above became darker and the wind started to blow. I was 

panicked. My monkey was out in the rain and I couldn't find her! She would be 

cold! She could die! My neighbor heard me yelling, and she came coming out of her hut to help me by screaming 'ChaLee!' The woman was flaming drunk. She did look half concerned, but the other half was giggling while stumbling and grabbing my 

hand for support. I started asking around the area until one boy confessed that 

the monkey had been stolen and was about a half of a mile down the path. 

I was fuming mad and thankful for the long walk to where the monkey was said 

to be. I knew the monkey would have been handled roughly, and anger toward 

the whole Didinga tribe rose up in me! "I'm so done with the Didinga!!!!! " I fumed in my mind. "I'm just going to leave these mountains and tell them 'that's what you get for stealing my monkey!' That will show them!"

I'm ashamed for how shallow my love was at that moment. I placed a monkey 

and my hurt feelings over a whole tribe of people who don't know Christ. 

Thankfully, I realized this before I happened to pass a hut where I heard the 

frantic screams of ChaLee. She had escaped her captors and ran to a nearby 

hut and was crawling up the grass roof. I was able to get her down and hold 

her poor little trembling body. The woman of the hut felt terrible for what the 

boys had done and offered many apologies. 

I walked home with the monkey in my hands and my drunk neighbor hanging 

on my arm, telling me that my monkey would now die and that I must give it 

breast milk and that I owed her soap for all the help she gave in finding the 

monkey. I ended up giving her a little soap (since my monkey did spoil her 

clothes) but rejected her other suggestions. ;)

CONCLUSION: RAINY DAY BURIAL

ChaLee seemed content to be in my arms for the rest of the evening and fellow

missionaries took turns holding her. She seemed to perk up that night and ate

and drank. I was encouraged and thought she might be alright. I wrapped her

in a blanket and placed her next to me as I slept. I awoke around 4:00 A.M.

from her little cry and realized her breathing was shallow. I hoped she would

live and yet if not, I prayed that God would let her die quickly. Within the next

30 minutes she died.

I sat there in the early hours of the morning thinking about creation and

suffering and death; the effects of man's sin. I began to long to see the creation

around us redeemed. I began to long even more to see the Didinga redeemed.

Oh, that they might be freed from sin and bondage to know joy and peace! I

began to think about Jonah and his little plant whose shade he cared more

about than the millions of people who didn't know their right hand from their left

in Ninivah, and I began to see how my love needed to grow for the Didinga

people.

I buried my little monkey in a small nearby forest in the drizzling rain. I laid her

gently in the ground, wrapped in her little blanket and I went on with the day's

activities, but it left me with so many thoughts.

 I know this seems like a sad story, but I am very thankful for my little monkey.

She was like a precious gift from God that taught some very important lessons I needed

to learn. She taught me about faithfulness to everything your hand finds, about

a love for people that does not alter when hurt, about letting things go because

love is an action best shown amidst adversity. And one day....not even creation will suffer the effects of our sin.

"There we shall make songs out of our sighs and music out of our

mourning...only let us be patient."

Charles Spurgeon.

Student of the Week: Amani.

 

I have thirty-nine students. They aren't just children that I see between the hours of nine to one. They are a constant part of my life throughout the day. I love these guys! I've decided to highlight one student a week, so as to introduce them to you as well as encourage you to pray for them with me!

 Amani

Amani is Linda's little sister. Amani tries very hard at school and because of this is doing quite well and is ahead of the other children her age. She is very grown up and mature and comes to school regularly and on time, with her book and pencil in hand. She takes learning very seriously and tells the other children to 'quiet down' if they are misbehaving. 

Pray she would long for truth.

Pray she comes to know God.

Pray she seeks for opportunities to hear about Jesus.

Pray she would believe in Jesus Jesus' work on the cross for her and that she would grow and not lose heart.

Students.

I have thirty-nine students. They're not just children I see during school hours, they are a constant part of my life throughout the day. They bring frustration, joy, laughter, craziness and encouragement. I love these guys! I have decided to highlight one student a week, so as to introduce them to you, in hopes that you will join me in prayer for each one. :) 

Linda 

Linda is one of six children in her family and is a natural little mother; often taking care of her younger siblings or other youngsters. She has the best penmanship in the class and has an eye for art. I often find her doodling random little things on the side of her homework. She is a sweetie and has a soft and creative spirit.  

Please Pray that Linda would hear, listen and respond to Gods word. 

Pray She would use her gifts for Him

Pray she would see the Love of Jesus in believers actions and words and become a true follower of Jesus and know His love for her.