Chains and Trees

Last weekend we took a trip to visit our friends at Toby. As per our previous experiences, we were met on the spot by the illest person on site at the moment. This is always a bit confusing because due to our own language and cultural barriers we are by far the last ones to know that the person we are conversing with is ill. The last two times this has occurred it is after our lengthy and tangental conversation that I realized the man before us had chains either on his hands or feet. This means he’s ill. Why chains? Chains are a way that the Toby staff or fellow family members use to restrain a patient that they see as a danger to himself or others. They are used temporarily when needed. In this man’s case he was in a full blown manic episode. He has Bipolar Disorder however his caretakers have very little to no clinical knowledge about this disorder. What they do know are the signs of it: he hasn’t slept in days, he won’t stop talking and pacing, he thoughts far exceed reality, etc. Since the opportunity presented itself we were able to assist his family and Toby staff with education and understanding about the cycles of Bipolar Disorder and to help sort out various medications they had on hand but did not know how to effectively administer.

Our purpose of this visit was to teach about health and hand out trees. Not just any tree, the miracle tree that we have been raving about. The church filled with men, women and children and Jonathan gave a presentation. Then we opened up the trunk of the car as people gathered eagerly to receive their tree. I heard people walking away shouting, “vitamins, vitamins” as they proudly walked home with their new Moringa tree.  It was a joyous occasional for all.

The Gift of Giving

It was a shopping spree like none other.  One 100lb gunny of rice, 10 live chickens, several baskets of assorted vegetables, a sack of flour and a sack of sugar.  Mandy and I loaded up the car, grabbed the boys, and drove out into the bush.  We were headed back to Toby [Toobee]  to bring a little Christmas cheer to some of the poorest and neediest people on the planet.  As we pulled into the compound, the bell gonged and the sick and care-givers alike began to collect in the plain concrete church.  We greeted many with whom we had met during our last visit:  the pastor, the community leader, and the sick man who had previously been chained up to protect those around him.  It was such a pleasure to give this gift from us and our supports to this community… to see their eyes light up when they saw the luxury items of flour and sugar… to hear the kids sing and dance… to see the smiles on the faces of the sick.  For us the most touching moment was when an elderly sick lady presented us with her chicken as a thank you.  It was a poignant reminder that it is not the gift but the heart of the giver that is important.  It was a powerful opportunity to reflect on the greatest gift of all as we celebrate the birth of Christ.

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Toby

Toby centers are very special places in Madagascar. They especially pull on my heart because they truly are a place where the least of these are found. A person is brought to a Toby center because they are either spiritually ill, mentally ill or physically disabled. At the Toby near us they are provided with a mud hut and a care taker (called a Shepherd in malagasy), if they were not able to come with one. This person prepares their food and helps with all their physical needs since the ill cannot care for themselves. Pastors and other “shepherds” pray for the patients who are considered spiritually sick, meaning there is an evil spirit tormenting them.  We suspect that many of the patients also suffer from undiagnosed schizophrenia and in the future we hope to provide education and medication for this misunderstood illness.
I have visited our nearby Toby center (about an hour out into the country) twice and hope to continue this on a regular basis. The need is great and my heart breaks for the poverty and suffering of both the sick and the care givers. There is a psalms that says bread strengthens the human heart. How true it is. We were blessed to share not only food, but our time and hearts with the brave men and women at the Toby.

I was struck by the weariness of the care takers. Their job never ends and rarely are they thanked for their sacrifice.

Their job can also often be dangerous. This man’s mother and wife had to restrain him when he was a danger to others.

The pastors that give their lives daily to care for the least of these