A Christmas tradition worldwide is to give gifts. Jesus was a gift to the world. The wise men brought him gifts. St Nicholas who died in 343 became known, in part, because he gave gifts. So, today, we give gifts too at Christmas time.
Yes, I know
many complain that Christmas has become too commercial. Even those who don’t celebrate Jesus’ birth
go into debt to buy lots of (especially name-brand or up-to-the-minute)
“stuff.” But, the distortion of a
tradition doesn’t negate its basic value even if it might influence the ways we
give (or ask for) gifts.
Since I
have been in Garoua Boulai, I have tried to find gifts that meet the needs of
the recipients and to give something small to those Isee the most often. I am giving the Bible School students
ibuprofen because they don’t have basic medicines, mostly because they have so
little money. I am including directions
for its use. I even wrapped them up in
old yogurt containers. (No, each is not
full of medicine, but the container is also a small gift.) I have baked pumpkin pies and ginger snaps
that I am sharing with friends – both Christian and Muslim.
I know that
others like to give gifts, too, even if they don’t have the means to give
much. So, I requested a gift from the
Bible School students and their spouses.
During morning meditations, they sing beautifully and in harmony. I asked them to come 15 minutes early to a
meditation one day so that they could sing four hymns (in Gbaya) which they
often sing and that have become favorites of mine. They were overjoyed to do it! How do I
know? Instead of 15 minutes early, they
showed up 6:45 – 45 minutes before the meditation! At 7:05 they sent the class president to my
house to say they were ready and waiting for me. (This, from students who are often late for
the 7:30 meditation, class, meetings, etc.)
They sang with gusto and even borrowed a drum to accompany the
songs! I am thrilled with my present.
We also
took pictures of the students and their families in front of their houses. That was for me, too, although I am sharing
the photos and songs with any student who can bring a USB flash drive.
I attended
the children’s Christmas pageant. OK, it
was part of OSEELC Week that I wrote about recently, but the children of
hospital employees, directed by Dr. Joely, sang Christmas songs in Malagasy,
English, and French. They also retold
(in French) the Christmas story. Well
done.
Special
meals are also a tradition for the Christmas season – in the USA and
Cameroon/CAR. I will be sharing
Christmas dinner with Dr. Solofo and Dr. Joely.
I think someone has been trying to help me out; several cattle have been
grazing (and lowing) around my house.
This week, three have decided that my carport is a great place to
be. I figure if they use my space and
leave me cow pies (presents?), they must be gifts that I can use for Christmas
dinner, no?? (Well, maybe not. I would have to butcher them myself and the
owners might be upset. I guess it would
be better to try to find the owners and get them to control where their cattle
go.)
Here, like
in the USA, gifts for kids are meant to be a surprise. I am keeping a couple of dolls and some
blocks for a neighbor. She will get a
surprise, too, since I have wrapped them in Christmas paper and added a small
“Santa Claus” gift.
I consider
it a great gift that I could talk to the Pittsburgh Ragin’ Grannies last
Wednesday for 40 minutes during their holiday gathering. Yes, I had to call at 1:30 a.m. my time, but
it was well worth it! Love the new “no
guns” version of the gaggle song. Thanks
for all the news and good wishes.
My new
computer, camera, passport, etc. are in Yaoundé! I can’t really call them presents since the
insurance and I paid for them after the theft at my house, but I can say it
will be like Christmas after they come the last eight hours to GB. Thanks to Willie Langdji who brought most of
my new “stuff” from the USA after his meeting in Chicago. (I’m not sure yet when or how they will make
the last leg of the journey.)
Other preparations. I have
never really gotten into doing a lot of decorating for Christmas. In Pittsburgh, I used the excuse that I
usually left my house to be with family for the holiday. I don’t have that excuse here. I could say that it’s because it’s not cold
and snowy. (Of course, from what I hear
it isn’t cold or snowy in Pennsylvania now either! Temperatures in the 60s.) It is hot and sunny (up to the mid/upper 80s
during the day, even if it gets down to 55-60 at night), so it doesn’t “feel”
like Christmas here. It’s probably safer
to say that I am just lazy… Why put up
stuff that you just have to take down in a couple of weeks?? I did get a carved crèche scene last
year. I so have put it and the hot mitt
with Father Christmas out, so I have decorated!
(The hot mitt belongs to the guest house; I found it here…)
Advent is
not big here (although it has been mentioned in a couple of sermons). Christmas carols aren’t very common
either. That is, they exist, but I
rarely hear them. Children, though, go
around the neighborhood singing on Christmas Eve. They are given candy or small coins for their
efforts. I have some candy ready.
I am
preparing as I can and reflecting on Jesus’ teaching – ways we can better
follow his example wherever we are as we wait for his second coming and the
celebration of his birth: feed the hunger, give drink to the thirsty, clothe
those without, visit the sick and imprisoned.
Treat all as our neighbors, especially those who are different in
culture and religion.
Blessed
Advent and an early Merry Christmas!