Thursday, August 18, 2011

I HAVE BEEN READING HISTORY AGAIN.


What did the capitol city of the Congo look like in May of 1997 when a new dictator came to power?

Kinshasa had become the third largest city in Africa; over five million people.

But:

  • There was no postal service or public transit system
  • Despite an abundance of rainfall two million people had no direct access to water.
  • Ninety-five percent of the people were informally self employed doing such things as: carrying luggage, selling bags of cassava flour, shining shoes, hawking everything from cigarettes to nail polish.
  • There were 600,000 civil servants who went to work daily in suits and ties, but seldom received a salary.   Many of those who did receive salaries were paid as little as five dollars per month.  Graft, bribery and extortion had become ways of life. There were 120,000 uniformed soldier to pay.  According to the first dictator, Mobutu, who had now been overthrown, they did not need to be paid as they had AK-47s.
  • Garbage accumulated in open sewers and heaps where it rotted and was eventually burned.
  • Half the population lived on one meal a day. A quarter of the people ate one meal every two days.
  • The zoo had become a collection of rusty cages. Two of the lions had recently starved to death. Other animals were kept alive by a group of expatriates who brought food from upscale hotels to feed the remaining monkeys, chimpanzees, antelopes and snakes.
  • The nation’s economy was one-third of what it had been in 1960 when the DRC was under the rule of the Belgians.
  • Inflation was at 750 per cent. Five per cent of the population had salaried positions.
  • When the new dictator went to open the vault where the wealth of the government should have been, he found that there was only a fifty franc note left behind—an insult.
  • Shanties seemed to grow by themselves apart from any guidance—city planning was non-existent.
  • The parks were filled with homeless people by night.
  • This was the capitol of the twelfth largest country in the world which could only lay claim to 2000 miles of paved road.

My plans are to go to relatively more peaceful area—Lubumbashi.  There I will live in a guest house with barred and shuttered window and a steel door.


.Zephanie and others

It looks as if the little girl on the left, Zephanie, will end up living in the wilds of Wyoming.  That makes it all worth while.

P. S.  We are making plans to bring Pastor Didier to the U. S. He needs rest and medical care; hopefully the medical care will be taken care of before he leaves the DRC.  He has malaria and typhoid.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

I WANT YOU TO MEET PASTOR DIDIER AND HIS DEAR WIFE


I am borrowing information from Jim Hagen’s journal which he recorded while in Africa in October of 2006.

We might think that someone who is carrying such a ministry as Pastor Didier is was raised in a second or third generation Christian home where he was nurtured on the Bible. No, his father was a devil worshipper who loved power and riches. His father was so desirous of what this world had to offer that he promised Satan a blood offering from his family. Of five children he offered three of his sons to Satan as a sacrifice.

Starting at age eight his mother sent Didier (pronounced DDA) to a different province (state) for eleven months of each year. He was very lonely and pleaded with her to be allowed to remain with the family. By being sent away he not only received protection but also an education. He graduated from high school at the age of nineteen.

While still a youth his mother died, his father remarried and all the attention was turned to a new wife and four new children which he sired. The situation became so intolerable that Didier fled into Zambia where he met a Christian Missionary. She taught him English and led him to a saving relationship with Jesus Christ. Eventually she returned to the States, but she challenged her replacement, a man, to continue with the process of training Didier.

The next steps in Didier’s educational process was being sent to a trade school where he learned to cook. As he returned from the school as a cook, he met his wife to be Annyta and they were married six months later. He worked as a cook for two years and then he and his wife moved to Kinshasa where he furthered his education at the Mennonite Seminary for the next three years.

By the time he graduated he had two sons. His second son became very ill and Didier took him to the hospital where he was pronounced dead. The hospital personnel were preparing to send his body to the morgue. Didier response was, “No I do not accept this death, I do not think it is from God.” He prayed being willing to accept the death if it were from God, but if the death was not from God then he believed that God would restore his son’s life. As he was praying the child gasped and began breathing again. The boy was lame for a while, but now is almost completely well.


Annie Didier and Mark--The LAYTON BABY

The picture is of Didier and Annyta with a baby which is not theirs. Next month the baby will be traveling from the Democratic Republic of the Congo to Washington D. C. and then on to California. In California he will meet his new mother and three big sisters.