Monrovia, Liberia

The date is now January 21, 2006 and I am on the Anastasis in Liberia. I arrived here back in November 2005. Monrovia is something. If you a imangine a country without electric or water, without laws,without any rules fro driving on the roads, except to use their horns. A country that has to import everything to support it self. A country without medical services, without a way to educate thier people further than the 6th grade. A country with more children than adults to take care of them, because the parents have been killed, many times in front of their children. A country where the youngs girls are "women" at eight, mothers at ten, old at 20. Where the dieases, tumors, toothaches, are left untreated until you die. Where food is killed, cooked and eaten along with the flies. Where polio is still an issue. Where the lame can not work expect to beg. Where a boy can be beaten to death a left on the road side for days as an example for other not to steal. That's Liberia. The otherside of this country is the dense rain forests, the new villages, the organizional skills of the leaders of new villages, the love for their country that is showing to rebuild this broken country. I am thankful to be a small part of this, doing whatever I can collecting jars and cans from the galley to give to the village woman so they can preserse their food, to seeing a broken well and reporting it to our well people for repair, to painting the African map on school walls.
God is so good.