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Review of UM in The Anglican Digest

I am very exited to announce that The Anglican Digest has include my novel in their Transfiguration A.D. 2008 issue. The issue will be out soon, but in the meantime the review is here:

A novel set in 1990, this is the story of Episcopalian Katherine Tierney who spends a year working in a mission outpost in Burkina Faso.   The story might be predictable but Brady’s descriptions of the setting, the culture, and their impact on the characters is engrossing and, for those who have similar experience in their history, evocative of fond memories.  The spiritual issues with which the central character has to wrestle underscore the impact that time spent in mission can have on those who chose to invest their lives in that service.  In the opinion of this editor, Unlikely Missionary is worthwhile read. — JDB  ISBN: 1591136989, $15.95

This is a great encouragement. Thank you to Father John and TAD for recommending The Unlikely Missionary!

Dated perceptions don’t just plague Africa

In this article from the Washington Post online Ms.Uzodinma Iwela writes from an African’s perspective on the disdainful idea that the West wants to “Save Africa.” It is an important reminder to us who have a “heart for Africa” (as people say) that we are reminded that Africa is full of real people living daily lives.

But, I would say to Ms. Iwela that this simplified perception of Africa is no different than other causes that make its way through the glamour pages of popular culture and society. The media perception that develops is often completely disconnected from the reality, but it is the perception that sticks and somehow moves people more effectively than the reality.

Another excellent case in point: New Orleans. The city continues to struggle to come out from under a persistent perception of decay and racism, particularly since Katrina. But many of us know of the bridges that have been built across ecumenical and racial lines since the storm, which would have never happened before.

There have been many people who have looked at me, shrugged their shoulders and asked, “But why should we rebuild New Orleans? It’s just going to flood again.”

“Well,” I normally respond, “The New Orleanians will rebuild New Orleans because it’s their home and they love it. They will come back. They will rebuild.” And so they are.

Others say that it’s not the role of the federal government to rebuild New Orleans. And, I say, that’s good because the checks that the federal government have sent are sitting in Baton Rouge because the legislation doesn’t know how to begin to spend the money.

So, the recovery in New Orleans is happening by New Orleanians. And, volunteers from across the country, mainly through their churches, who come and help out. I have seen sweaty college students with dust masks and sawzalls take three houses down to the studs in one day.

The contents of the house is then tossed into a 15 foot pile on the curb, and most of those piles are still sitting there because there is no one to pick it up. And, so it goes.

The people of New Orleans - and many other cities around the world for that matter - are fighting against the same frustrations that Ms. Iweala has voiced. Unfortunately, the true poverty of the situation is the people working in refugee camps in Nigeria or the relief centers in New Orleans are dependent on the help the “outside” world can give them and resign themselves to the continued misperception and true misunderstanding of their situation.

The local workers roll their eyes, accept the aid, and wave as the planes fly away with the generous donors so they can all get back to work.

The One Campaign

Bono’s One campaign “to eradicate poverty” is so well organized and making strides through grassroots lobbying. If you are interested in seeing the federal budget for poverty issues expanded, sign up at one.org.

I just signed up to meet face to face with our Congressional reps who will be back in their districts in April. And… I have serious commitment issues. I took me about 5 minutes to push “Submit” - which has serious double meaning for me today!

Check it out here.

“The House God”

I have decided to share the aforementioned short story, “The House God.” You can find it here or using the tab at the top of the site. Let me know what you think! A sample:

I watched Oyimbo, the peeled one, lying under her mosquito net from the rafter in my sacred corner. She was writing in her red book by flashlight as she did every night since she arrived in my house. I did not mind sharing my house with her until nighttime when her eyelids slid shut, her mouth inched open, and the pig came out.

As I watched her close the red book and shut off her flashlight I tensed knowing the pig would be out soon. I had not had a peaceful night since her arrival. As the god of this dwelling it was my responsibility to maintain peace. I made up my mind: I would make myself visible and visit Oyimbo tonight to ask her to please keep her pig inside when she slept.

I left my rafter and made myself into the shape of a human; a strong man of the Gourma tribe, the tribe that had inhabited this part of Africa for centuries. I climbed on top of her like a husband on a wife and waited for the pig. Her mouth opened and her breath warmed my face.

Read more here!

Night Visions

In my novel, The UM, I recount a night dream I had. In fact, I have thought about it for so long that I don’t think it was a dream at all; I think it was a vision. It was so vivid that I can still remember the face of the Gourma man very clearly 16 years later. I have also tried to make sense of it in a short story I wrote called “The House God” (which no one has wanted to publish!) where I try to understand it from the Gourma man’s perspective.

It all came back to me because of an experience recounted by Peter Duffy, a journalist for the Chronicle Herald in Halifax, Nova Scotia, who had a vivid dream encounter and is talking to monks, spiritualists, and priests trying to make sense of his experience:
“Nocturnal visit leaves me shaken”

UPDATE: Apparently the Chronicle Herald does not leave their stories posted so the link above is dead. If I find another link I will provide an update.

We’re all fascinated by Africa

I recently read Tim Bascom’s book “Chameleon Days: An American Boyhood in Ethiopia.” I gobbled it down in one afternoon it was so good, like a mini visit to Ethiopia.

When I was working as Press Officer for World Vision UK I helped lead a group of supporters to visit Ethiopia. I remember practicing complicated Amharic verses before our travels but when we arrived in Ethiopia we were tickled to find that everyone greeted us “Ciao,” a leftover from a brief Italian occupation.

In Addis we stayed in the Hilton before flying north. There was a gift shop and a pizza place but the smell of incense and strong coffee overwhelmed the familiar space and made it feel exotic. The hotel attendants would race ahead of us to push the elevator buttons, and we quickly realized that it was the only space where they could speak privately to us.

Bascom has a recommended reading list in the back of his book which includes other gems of stories about Africa, particulary from the perspective of missionary kids. I am not a missionary kid, I was completely unprepared and unversed in the ways of missionaries when I arrived. My experience is more like “The God’s Must Be Crazy.”

Here are some other recommendations from Bascom:
“The Scent of Eucalyptus,” Daniel Coleman; “Swimming in the Congo,” Margaret Meyers; “God’s of Noonday: A White Girl’s African Life,” Elaine Neil Orr.

Darfur, Sudan

Jim Wallis and Richard Land have teamed with other people of faith to encourage Bush to push harder in Sudan. I signed this form and emailed it to the White House yesterday. You can sign it, too: http://go.sojo.net/campaign/evangelicalsfordarfur.

Welcome to my new blog!

This is the new blog for those interested in my novel, The Unlikely Missionary, and those interested in issues of concern to women, writing, Africa, dark chocolate, Bono, and the continually fascinating breakdown of the Episcopal Church.

I’ve just finished Tony Hendra’s “Father Joe” which was really outstanding. One scene really stuck with me, partly because I’ve struggled with it as well, but Father Joe sends Tony back into the world where he is called to be a husband and father. Not called to be a monk. Or, a missionary, or… you fill in the blank.