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We at San Fernando Valley Holiness Church welcome you! We are a multi-generational church located in Pacoima, California and would be honored to have you worship with us. Founded by Japanese-American farmers in the early 20th century, we have since grown into an ethnically diverse community of believers.

Pastor Roland and Kurt lead us in worship.

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Looking ahead: Greg & Nancy Nakamura will share at SFVHC on Sunday, July 5. We will also commission the 2009 SFV Thailand team.

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Update from Kurt – June 2009

June 22, 2009

Dear friends,

I have been doing things I never expected. My house is becoming a playroom for primary kids. The computer lab is very important to the secondary students because it provides them with something to do that is interesting and different. I am hoping that they will learn workplace computer skills. I am called upon to nurse wounds from my meager first aid kit (I think some of these wounds are fake in order to get attention and a bandage). I had to monitor IVs for missionaries with malaria. I help to fix and improve computers for Lion of Judah,
Nassa Bible College, visiting missionaries and villagers. But, as expected, I am teaching math and we have finished the first semester.

It was difficult because I do not know how to be a good teacher, and stressful at times, especially around times of exams. There are not enough books in all subjects and students have to share. Each person, student, teacher or stranger on the bus, is special in some way. There are so many children and not enough adults to give them the attention and love that they need. Soon part II begins of the adventure God placed before me this year. Your adventure is no less wonderful.

Love, Kurt

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The children at Lion of Judah have a swing. There originally were four swings but three have broken. The children do not complain that there is only one swing now, they just take turns. However, when the bell rings there is a race for the swing, and sometimes the race illegally begins before the bell rings.

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Life is not easy for the children of Lion of Judah. They must work hard and they miss their families. They play with nothing except the things that they find around them.

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There are two exciting things to do in Bulima – ride the piki pikis to the bus stop at Nyashimo, and climb the hill. I try to climb the hill once per week on Sunday at sunset.

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These secondary students came to visit with me one day unannounced for a social visit. I don’t have enough chairs for this much company. I was so impressed with this gesture.

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This child made this magnificent sculpture out of nothing but mud, Lake Victoria mud.

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This is Nyashimo, where we wait for the bus that goes to Mwanza. Along the route to Mwanza the women wait and hope at the bus stops. They carefully wash and stack the produce of the day hoping that theirs will look better to the customer. They run for the buses hoping to make a sale through the windows of the bus. The taller women have a better chance.

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These girls attend a Muslem high school in Mwanza. The infuence of Muslem religion is significant in the larger cities. In the city, you are awakened before dawn by the call to prayer from the tower of the mosque. This happens several times per day. The voice sings or chants the call to prayer, it is rather moving. Pray for the Muslems of Africa.

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With the inspiration of two student teachers from a teacher’s college, we had a terrific talent show. These boys did formation marching and saluting at the command of their leader. Sometimes one boy turned left instead of right. Inspite of these mistakes, the marchers never smiled but took their role seriously. The audience was delighted.

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Rubunda is my favorite teacher, he is head of the math teachers and so I must obey him. I gladly obey him. He also knows how to preach to children and he is loved by them. He was master of ceremonies at the talent show. Together, Rubunda and I discovered an error on the national math test for class seven. The problem was not solvable but the exam people said that 46% of the students answered correctly. There are also many mistakes in the government math books.

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The German missionary women were very, very sick a few days before they were to return home. Over the year of their service they each contracted malaria multiple times. The doctor and nurse at the dispensary taught me how to monitor and administer the IV. I had to watch them day and night and to pull out the needle and blood came out and I didn’t know what to do. I never even took biology in school.

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This is the busy dispensary and I made several trips back and forth carrying IV equipment. The people wait for hours, patiently for the attention of the one doctor. Most of the cases are related to malaria.

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One night I found this snake trying to enter my house. When I told this story to the director, he said, “Did you kill it?”. I can’t even kill a spider. I suppose he kills them with his bare hands. “No, but I chased it away.”

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From my house at night, when there is no moon, this is what you see - only the lights of the fishing boats. I think the lights attract the fish at night. On such a night, when you look up you see billions of stars and constellations unfamiliar. And the Big Dipper is upside down. I can’t remember, is the Big Dipper upside down in California?

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In Mwanza there are many stores and the stores are in categories, each store type sells the same items and same brands. But the selection of items is limited so the store owners can only make a sale by giving the best deal. Their profit margin is thin. The street boys are everywhere, they sleep on the streets. I do not see any street girls, I don’t know how they survive. One boy was asleep on the street, we tried to wake him but could not. At first we thought he was dead; we left him, still asleep, a loaf of bread. But this is not the solution.

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This is a school of art for street children in Nairobi. There is a great need to help the children of urban Africa. We must try.

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I am now on semester break, I have been to Nairobi, stayed at a missionary house and again heard stories from brave, amazing people who sacrifice comfort and safety for the sake of the gospel. I took an exciting overnight train to the coast of Kenya and had an incredible ride on a ferry full of hundreds of Africans standing packed together, facing the same direction, and a few cars and one white man. The ferry is free, I hope, because I couldn’t see anyone paying for a ticket. Later, in town, a pick pocket stole all of my Kenya shillings, about $150 US. I remember the man bumping into me but I did not realize what had happened until I was unable to pay for my lunch. Fortunately, they didn’t arrest me for not paying for the lunch, they trusted me to go to the foreign exchange.

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Now I am in Tanga, a port city in Tanzania where I met a funny, Muslem taxi driver who decided he was my self appointed tour guide. I told him I wanted to visit the island that I could see in the distance. I didn’t know what I was asking. He told me that it was deserted and noone goes there but he would take care of it. He found three young fishermen with a leaky old rowboat. They took me to the island, speaking kiswahili and made up a tour for me, showing me the ruins of a German settlement with cemetary, church and houses. It was a terrific tour but I couldn’t understand them. I was praying the whole time that they wouldn’t steal my camera and bury me on the island. Noone would know.

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Here are two toilets. The first is in downtown Nairobi and says “Thinking Beyond a Toilet.” You purchase a ticket as if you were entering a movie theatre. Inside are potted plants and a personal assistant to pour water over your hands when you are ready. The second is in a Portuguese fort in Mombasa. The toilet seats are located at the top of the fort along the sides. The hole descends to the outside wall and everything trickles down the wall of the fort. This, I assume, discourages the enemy from ascending.

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Forgive me, I will never again criticize Mariachi bands. It turns out that they are not the worse brass bands on earth. The worse brass bands on earth are the Tanzanian wedding brass bands. They drive in pickup trucks, 3 or 4 trombones and 3 or 4 trumpets. Behind them follows the bride and groom car. Its sounds as if none of the players has ever before this event blown into the instrument.

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What more can I say? Except, perhaps, that I was tempted.

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The overnight train from Nairobi to Mombasa on the coast of Kenya.

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This Kenyan child, lost in the vast field, comes running, waves to the train.

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Sermon – Mike Stark: Other Fathers

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