"Jesus loves these women!"

Orissa Mora - Kent

Monday January 4, 2010

I was working in the hospital last Monday taking care of women in the postnatal (after they deliver) ward. One woman caught the attention of another student who then called me over to her bed. We checked the woman and discovered that she had been sent over from the labour ward with an unrepaired tear that looked quite bad. We called for one of the doctors to come who had experience repairing tears.

“First, she will need a catheter to empty her bladder, and the hospital doesn’t have any more,” said the doctor. This was a serious situation; her tear needed immediate attention. By saying this, he meant, “There is nothing I can do right now.” She didn’t have any money, so she would have to wait for until her family came and brought a catheter.

It was at that exact moment that Emily walked by and said “I have a catheter, she can have it!” the doctor looked at her a moment and then asked “Did you buy it with your own money?” rubbing his fingers together.

She smiled and said, "Yes, Because Jesus loves these women.”

And then she left to get the catheter. I was still standing there with the doctor and he was obviously very touched by this act. I looked at him and he looked at me with moist eyes as he shook his head saying, “I would never expect someone like you to do something like this for one of these women."

Breathing in the beauty of this moment, I echoed Emily’s words, “It is because Jesus loves them, and we love them.”

This man, a doctor and a Muslim looked at me and said, “I know – and that is what I appreciate about you; you love.”

In the end, the woman got the catheter and her tear was successfully repaired. It was so cool to see how a simple act, done in love, at the right moment, could have such a tremendous impact on a doctor and make such a difference for that woman. That is how Jesus is; His love changes people’s lives.

More Testimonies

December 21,2009

by Taylar



During a health care seminar this week, I noticed an elderly woman peering through her fence and welcomed her into the church. She eventually came and listened intently until the teaching finished.



She turned back to thank us yet another time, and I felt such an urgency to ask her if she knew Jesus. The translator told me that she had asked this woman many, many times if she had wanted to know Jesus, but the old woman was Muslim. I persisted to say, please ask her again.



The translator relented and asked her if she wanted to know Jesus; to the surprise of our translator and everyone around us, she said yes.



January 3, 2010

by Synnove Lie



Some time ago, I had a conversation with a Muslim intern doctor at the hospital about how many kids he wanted. He shared with me that he and his wife had been trying for a long time to get pregnant but nothing had happened. He said that it was the will of Allah, but as I looked into his eyes, it was clear that he wasn’t settled about it.



As I was standing with him I asked God, “What do you want me to say?” …and God whispered; “Proclaim my healing power. Tell your testimony.” And so I did. I told him about my own journey with the questions, the hurt, the loss and the fear I myself had gone through as doctors had diagnosed me with an illness and stated that I wouldn’t be able to get pregnant. I shared my process in dealing with that fact, and at the end I could boldly proclaim God’s healing power that was manifested in my own life during lecture phase in Perth. Supernaturally.

As the intern doctor heard about this, he asked me: “Can you please pray for me and my wife?” And so I did. I felt God putting the words in my mouth, and as I ended I said: “when you and your wife get pregnant, you will know that God did this. And that He was the one that healed you and the one to give glory to”.



After that day the subject never came up again, not until last week where I heard that they are now pregnant. HALLELUJA! I didn’t get to talk with him myself, but I’m curious to have a follow up about our talk and our prayer to see where God will take it.



So what started off to be a random conversation, ended up with being a powerful talk about God!

He works in mysterious ways and nothing is impossible for Him!

SUNDAY

The sky was darkening above us,

Our careful footsteps matched the soft pitter patter of water falling…

Loosening from the clouds;

The rain fell with a soft cool breeze

We continued walking, the group of us

Beside me she prayed for the heavens to hold back

But I spread my arms wide open and turned my face to embrace the impending downpour

The Church on a hill was nearing our view,

At that moment, all at once, the sky poured out a heavy burden on us

We ran for shelter wherever it could be found;

Some under trees,

While others pressed close to the side of cement houses,

I found my way shrieking and laughing into a small room, perfect for waiting out a storm

I met others there,

And we sang together in the rain; the spray welcoming itself in through the open window

In the distance we could hear drums

Drums coming from that little Church on a hill…

As we peered out the open window,

We saw steam rising from the rolling green hills,

Bending and swaying in the wind, the palms stood strong in the beautiful landscape set before us

Also there, we saw two young African boys were enjoying the rain as well

We saw them take off down the muddy road, wearing nothing at all as they ran with their backs to us

They quickly disappeared into the greenery…

And we decided to run too,

We stepped out of our dry shelter and ran,

Down the slippery, water washed dirt hill we ran

Into the plastic chairs of a beautiful Church with a roof but no walls,

A dirt floor,

With puddles of water,

With so much joy – we entered

We let our voices rise with theirs as our hearts lifted up praise to God,

“Thank you for the rain, Lord.”

Together we prayed that our own lives would be like that rain,

Bringing refreshment to our communities, and to the land we live on, in the name of Jesus.



It's a new year,

Orissa

January 1st 2010 – Tanzania, East Africa

When you put me under the soil,

I was so scared;

I didn’t know what was happening to me.

My whole self began breaking,

As I opened up --

And something new pushed itself out.

This thing knew its way,

It stretched and grew ‘til it broke through.

Out of my death,

Hope was conceived --

And there in the secret place;

Life grew.


By: Orissa Mora - Kent

Your questions answered...

I wondered about the birthing center or is it a hospital?
The condition at the hospital is very different from what any woman living in the West would be accustomed to.

Before we left Australia my school and I took a tour of a private hospital's maternity wing and they showed us one of their private rooms where a woman could come to give birth. It was a nice clean room, with a private shower, a tv set, chairs, a table, a comfortable bed, and big enough to have friends and family around. The room was equipped with everything. And it was just across the hall from the OT in case of the need for emergency C-S.

Now I will contrast that picture with the conditions for women here in Tanzania.

The hospital where I work does not have private rooms for anyone. All of the pregnant women labour together in one small, crowded ward. There are not enough beds for every women to have their own, so they share - sometimes with 5 pregnant women on one twin sized bed. And even then there's not enough room for everyone. Some women just sit or lay on the floor. Often the women labour alone, because there are not enough staff to give individual care to each woman.

Can the ladies have their husbands with them in labor?
No. The husbands are not allowed to come in with their wives into any of the wards. And even if the hospital policy allowed this, many of them would not do that simply because it is not something culturally normal to do.

Are most of the ladies married? Many of the women are married. However some are not. A few weeks ago I was in the labour ward standing by the bed of a young girl, 16 years old who was a Christian living with her Muslim boyfriend. She spoke English very well and so we were able to talk in depth, which was one of the first times I had a conversation with a woman at the hospital. She told me some of her story. A difficult one to hear. She was raped by her father at the age of 15 and had run away from home. Since then she has not spoken to her mother or seen any of her siblings. She told me that she was ashamed to be pregnant. I asked her what her dream was and she said her dream was to be a pastor and tell people about Jesus and God's love. As this young girl lay there labouring with her first child she quoted John 3:16 to me. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son..."

She talked to me about her fears. And in fragments of speech she conveyed her emotions about this pregnancy. How she decided she could not choose to have an abortion because in her heart she knew that the baby growing in her womb was valuable. - "This baby maybe has ears or a nose, and it is valuable to God just like I am." She understood something very important, and even in her distress and heartache she recognized that Her Creator loved this baby in her womb. She chose life.

Can you give the ladies any medication during labor?
If you are wondering about medicine given to relieve pain, we do not give any. There isn't any available to give. However, the women are sometimes given oxytocin IVI ( intra-venous infusion ) to augment their labour. And it is protocol to give every woman oxytocin IM ( intra-muscular ) after the birth of her baby to contract the uterus and deliver the placenta by controlled cord traction. For eclamptic women we give magnesium sulphate IV and IVI to control the fits. And for women with hypertension we give hydralizine IV slow push. I have done this once.

Is their a doctor always available or are you on your own sometimes?
We usually always have our staff with us. They are trained midwives who have completed this school before us. But there is rarely a doctor available; due to the shortage of staff. For the first delivery I was a part of however, I was completely alone. The story explaining why that happended is in another blog post.

Can you freely share the gospel with the ladies? Yes!! We do freely share with the women and the nurses, midwives and doctors whom we work with. We are able to pray with the women during labour and after their babies are born. Birth is a beautiful and unique opportunity to share God's love and character with the women. Think about Psalm 139.

Do you work a certain shift? We work in teams from 8am - 3pm Monday through Friday.

Do you have indoor plumbing? We do but we are only allowed to use the indoor bathrooms at night or if we are sick because it is expensive. On the base there are two outdoor pit latrines for everyday use. And there are three stalls with buckets for showering.


I hope you enjoyed reading. I am sorry I did not have time today to finish answering all the questions, but we need to start heading back home from the city before it gets dark. I'll try to finish answering the questions soon. Thank you for asking, they are all very good quesions.

May your new year be filled with joy from knowing God's love.

Love, Orissa

Ask me questions :)

Last week I had the privilege of being with one woman for the whole day. I was able to pray with her, care for her and be with her from the beginning of her labour until the end of labour and it was so calm and beautiful. She was so happy sitting on the bed with her newborn little girl.. just exclaiming "I can't believe it, I can't believe it." She was so happy to be a mom, so happy to have a healthy baby girl in her arms after 9 months of carrying and hours of labouring. At last, the life God created in her womb was living and breathing in her arms! :)

I have been learning so much, and there's always so much I want to share with you,
but sometimes it's just hard to know what to say.

I want to ask you, the readers for your help with something...

ask me questions. questions about anything...
questions about the hospital. about the culture. about daily life. about church in africa. about little villages. about what it's like living with 27 other people in community who have come from 8 different nations. about the joys. about the struggles. about the injustice. about the hope.

I look forward to your questions.
I have been enjoying the sunsets :)

Love to you all,
Orissa

"I'm dreaming of a white christmas..