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				The clear blue skies with intense sunshine return once again over Bangula as the rainy season draws to a close.  The rains have not been much to brag about this year, at least here in the southern district of Malawi.  In fact, the lack of rain has caused great concern among thousands of families who have had their crops destroyed by the drought during December and January.  Some fortunate enough to have found more seed, have persisted, planting again, yet have very little to show.  It looks like it will be a difficult year, again. </description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 12:22:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:53</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/52/Memorials.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=52</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=52&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Memorials</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/52/Memorials.aspx</link><description>
				God commanded the Israelites to go back into the middle of the Jordan river and collect 12 rocks to build a memorial.  As they stepped out of that tunnel with water piled up on both sides, I am sure they thought they would never forget.  Why was a memorial necessary?  It would be impossible to forget such a demonstration of the power of God!  And yet, God knew.  He set them up, knowing the nature of children, for they would ask:  Why is this pile of stones here, dad?  What does it mean?  And the question would stir a memory, and faith would rise. </description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 16:25:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:52</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/50/Wings.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=50</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=50&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Wings</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/50/Wings.aspx</link><description>Yes, we have been flying.  It is a wonderful thing to get a new perspective.  We had been invited to teach at the Harvest School of Missions, on the Iris Africa ministry base in Pemba, Mozambique.  Pilot Joe Vaine flew to Bangula, Malawi to pick us up.  He stayed the night in our new visitor centre, Forestview Lodge, and then we all flew out together the next day.  </description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 14:34:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:50</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/49/Malawians-First-Journey-To-America.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=49</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=49&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Malawian’s First Journey To America</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/49/Malawians-First-Journey-To-America.aspx</link><description>






For the last three years, Kelvin’s character has drawn our attention.  In a society where there is plenty of lying, theft, adultery and laziness, it is a breath of fresh air when you find someone exemplary.  Kelvin Sitati will be the first Malawian from Iris Africa Malawi to travel to the United States for training in order to learn how to manage a fish farm.  This sustainable program is another step forward to reduce the hunger that has plagued southern Malawi.  </description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 16:02:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:49</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/48/Default.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=48</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=48&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>"Lord, may the physical hunger heighten the spiritual hunger"</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/48/Default.aspx</link><description>
				
						How can there be hunger when there was a surplus of maize in Malawi?  Greed.  Jealousy.  Those who have lots want more, and hoard maize so that they can get an even more ridiculous price for it in the months to come.  How many more people will die before hearts are softened?  As the price has increased, people have been forced to buy maize one basin at a time, for as much as 500 Malawi Kwacha ($4.60 Cnd).  Several times in the last week, there has been no maize available at all in Bangula.  It is hard to tell where this will lead.  Many people are not eating every day.  
				
		</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 12:23:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:48</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/47/Rescuing-Butterflies.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=47</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=47&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Rescuing Butterflies   </title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/47/Rescuing-Butterflies.aspx</link><description>
				
				
						
						
						
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
								
						
						
						
						
						
						
				
				
						
						
						
						
						
				
				Rescuing butterflies is a delightful way to spend an afternoon.  In Zomba, our cool retreat, there is a certain sticky plant which attracts innocent butterflies presumably by some alluring scent.  As Kalina and I walked we came across clumps of brightly coloured butterflies slowly coming to a sticky end.  Careful not to touch their delicate wings, we gently removed a few and found that they were alive and eager to be free.  Likely many flew off to land on a similar plant and die a similar death.  I hope some of them found friendlier flowers. </description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 20:04:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:47</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/46/Malawi--Mozambique-Flooding-Report.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=46</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=46&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Malawi &amp; Mozambique Flooding Report</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/46/Malawi--Mozambique-Flooding-Report.aspx</link><description>
				
						‘There is no one like you, O Lord, and there is no God but you.  And who is like your people Israel – the one nation on earth whose God WENT OUT to redeem a people for himself.’   1 Chron.17:20-21 </description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 15:15:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:46</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/45/Delivering-Hope.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=45</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=45&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Delivering Hope</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/45/Delivering-Hope.aspx</link><description>
				
						
								In Bangula the rain pounded down again on our roof throughout the whole night.  We slept restlessly, awakening often, concerned for those whose grass shelters would not withstand these conditions. We know that this Malawi rain will eventually flow downstream into the devastated flood region of Mutarara, Mozambique, challenging relief efforts even more.  We pray and hope that in the midst of this, the thousands displaced find some comfort in Jesus, who we know is near.  
						
						
						
						
				
		</description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 09:09:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:45</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/44/MozambiqueMalawi-Flooding-Report.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=44</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=44&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Mozambique/Malawi Flooding Report</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/44/MozambiqueMalawi-Flooding-Report.aspx</link><description>I have just returned to the Iris base in southern Malawi after witnessing the devastating flooding in central Mozambique.  The situation is very serious…much worse than last year.   </description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 10:23:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:44</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/43/Unhindered-Compassion.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=43</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=43&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Unhindered Compassion</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/43/Unhindered-Compassion.aspx</link><description>
				God’s question for Solomon:  “What shall I give you?” echoes through the ages.  ‘Ask anything in my name and I will do it.’  John14:14  ‘Ask, and you will receive.’  Matthew 7:7 </description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 14:26:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:43</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/42/The-Joy-of-Christ.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=42</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=42&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>The Joy of Christ</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/42/The-Joy-of-Christ.aspx</link><description>What do you get when you have 12 metric tons of maize flour, 300 heads of cabbage, 3 tons of beans, 5 butchered cows, 6,000 of the poorest of the poor, and a great hunger for Jesus?  –  Revival!  </description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2007 08:54:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:42</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/41/Embracing-Hope.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=41</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=41&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Embracing Hope</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/41/Embracing-Hope.aspx</link><description>
				
						
								“We welcome you and embrace the message of hope you proclaim.”    - Traditional Authority Chief in Mozambique 
				
		
 Another bumpy drive on another hot day, into the flooded area of Mutarara.  What will we find this time?  How deep will we be able to go?  With Pinzgauer loaded to the gills and a large transport truck, we move with another 18 ½ tons of food towards the refugee camp we found last time.   One of the border officials is not as friendly this time, and time is lost sorting that out.  Then, when we arrive in Mutarara, we discover that transportation assistance we had been promised is not available.  We need the help of smaller trucks as the road in the flood zone is not able to support our large transport truck.  What next?  We search around to find a tractor with a trailer and a pick up truck that help us by making numerous trips down the final 10 km stretch of washed out road into the camp.</description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 10:05:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:41</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/40/Yet-I-will-praise.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=40</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=40&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Yet I will praise!</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/40/Yet-I-will-praise.aspx</link><description>
				Its 4AM and we are barely awake loading the last few relief items into what is already an overloaded Pinzgauer to begin our seven hour journey back to Mozambique to bring hope to some of the thousands who are suffering in the flood zone in Mutarara district. A hired truck loaded with 17.5 metric tons of maize flour has already gone ahead to ensure we will cross the border together later this morning. I’m accompanied by three of our national leaders: Timothy, Ali and Samson, who are squeezed in among the beans, clothing, soap and salt, as well as supplies to sustain us on the journey like clean water and a 100 extra litres of petrol. The rains this week have made the roads more challenging. We take it slow and stop to orienteer our way through each washout before proceeding. The strength and maneuverability of the Pinzgauer get us through difficult patches of flooded road. Likewise, we are carried by the strength of God and His grace sees us through the borders, and to our first destination – a refugee camp we visited the previous week – a place of great despair and suffering. </description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 12:59:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:40</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/37/Rainy-Season-2007.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=37</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=37&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Rainy Season 2007</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/37/Rainy-Season-2007.aspx</link><description>
				African rain does not usually fall gently, caressing the earth and nurturing the tender shoots.  No, like everything else in this stark land, rain pounds the hard earth, pushing anything weak before its driving fury.  Dry river beds are suddenly raging torrents.  Tentative shoots are harshly crushed.  Even knee high stalks bow to the ground under the rushing waters.  The fertile lands close to the River Shire, where crops were almost ready for harvest, are under water.  Only those who planted at just the right time and in just the right place will harvest this crop. </description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 10:37:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:37</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/36/Iris-Ministries-Malawi--September-2006-Report.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=36</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=36&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Iris Ministries Malawi - September 2006 Report</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/36/Iris-Ministries-Malawi--September-2006-Report.aspx</link><description>
				Children’s Homes:  Our two Children’s Homes are full.  There is one bed left in the girls’ home that is reserved for the little sister of two of our girls.  Our dream is to see the children healed of all that has hurt them, and set free to worship God with all their lives.  The day to day is full of cuts and bruises, ringworm, dirty clothes, discipline, and laughter.  Currently, the next boys’ and girls’ homes are under construction.  They will be finished in October or November, and then we can fill them with lost and abandoned children.</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 08 Oct 2006 22:26:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:36</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/35/All-Hangs-On-Mercy.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=35</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=35&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>All Hangs On Mercy</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/35/All-Hangs-On-Mercy.aspx</link><description>
		


It all hangs on mercy. In his mercy, God saves us. We are called because of his mercy, and it is by his mercy that we do anything good or right. God’s mercy is an eternal quality, a measure that does not change with time, or shift with the wind. In Zomba, a few weeks ago, we went for a walk. Mo stood beside a huge tree. The kids made umbrellas out of unusually large ferns. Ferns, and even beautiful old trees come and go quickly. But God, who made the trees and the mountain on which we stood, and the tiniest fern, does not change. He is the same forever.</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 08 Oct 2006 17:36:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:35</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/34/Iris-Kids.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=34</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=34&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Iris Kids</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/34/Iris-Kids.aspx</link><description>





Q. “You have 23 Malawian children…What does that mean?”
 
Answer:  It means that Iris Ministries Malawi has custody of 23 Malawian children between the ages of 4 and 12 yrs, and they live beside our home in two houses we have built for them.  We have Malawian house parents, and Mo and I are like the grandparents.  These amazing children have come from various places of rejection and loss, and we have come to love them deeply.</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2006 16:44:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:34</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/33/Awakening.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=33</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=33&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Awakening!</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/33/Awakening.aspx</link><description>
				
						
								You are entering Spring while we enter Winter, with a great sigh of relief for the cooler nights, and gentler days.  I cannot really say ‘cooler’ days, as you might get the wrong idea…we are still in the upper 30s most days!  I have been thinking about how much of my Easter thought has been tied to the seasons.  Spring and Easter seem to go together so well, with tulips and daffodils poking through the last of the snow, and new life beginning all around you!  However, perhaps the marriage of Spring and Easter can lead to deception, when easter bunnies and chocolate feasts steal the glory that belongs to Jesus alone.
						 
		</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2006 17:08:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:33</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/32/To-See-What-God-Sees.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=32</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=32&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>To See What God Sees</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/32/To-See-What-God-Sees.aspx</link><description>
				
						
								How do we gain the right perspective in the midst of such hopelessness, fear, hunger and devastation?  In the same way as the prophets before us, who, confused by the devastation around them, withdrew into the ‘presence of the Lord.’  There they would begin to see with eyes of faith the hearts longing for love, the church being transformed into a perfect bride, the individuals God had brought into their lives for a touch of His great love. 
				
		</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2006 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:32</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/31/Unflagging-Zeal.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=31</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=31&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Unflagging Zeal</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/31/Unflagging-Zeal.aspx</link><description>
				
						
								
										‘With unflagging zeal, aglow with the Spirit, serve the Lord.’  Romans 12:11 
						
				
				
				f Unflagging zeal is what we need in these days of hunger.  Pastor Ali, responsible for food distribution, had to turn people away the afternoon of January 16th.  They had waited 24 hours, hoping that we would unlock some hidden supply.  The maize was gone!  Hundreds of unregistered families had turned up.  All were thin and hungry, so hungry that they built a fire upon receiving their food, and cooked a meal.  In addition to the local Malawian families, some had walked from Mozambique with news of heavy rains flooding fields and destryoing homes.</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2006 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:31</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/29/Sit-in-the-River.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=29</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=29&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Sit in the River</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/29/Sit-in-the-River.aspx</link><description>A weekend away was a welcome change from bug-invaded, steamy hot Bangula!  We headed up through Blantyre and on to Mulanje Mountain where we had booked a lodge on Lujeri Tea Estate with our friends, the Harrisons.  In the shadow of that great mountain, how could I help but remember the greatness of God our Creator, his power and majesty.  ‘I lift up my eyes to the mountains?  Where does my help come from?' </description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2005 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:29</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/28/Feeding-The-Hungry.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=28</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=28&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Feeding The Hungry</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/28/Feeding-The-Hungry.aspx</link><description>It’s sunrise and people begin their journey from all over the Bangula region to the Iris Ministries food distribution centre. Some walk for hours with empty stomachs and bare feet. They are hopeful that at the end of their journey under the intense sun, they will receive food. </description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2005 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:28</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/4/Malawi-is-Hungry.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=4</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=4&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Malawi is Hungry</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/4/Malawi-is-Hungry.aspx</link><description>We recently hosted the first central region conference in two years. Our ministry team from Bangula, including our commissioners, Bible school teachers, choir and southern region overseers, set off from Bangula at 5AM to begin the eight hour journey to Lilongwe. We were joined by two of our Iris International Directors, Surprise Sithole, and Rolland Baker who flew in for the conference. We were also encouraged by a team of missionaries and nationals from Dondo, Mozambique who drove 16 hours in order to assist us.</description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2005 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:4</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/5/Why-Would-15000-People-Come-to-Bangula.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=5</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=5&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Why Would 15,000 People Come to Bangula??? </title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/5/Why-Would-15000-People-Come-to-Bangula.aspx</link><description>People come on foot, loaded on flat bed trucks, squeezed into various un-roadworthy vehicles…..they stream in from near and far. Why? What draws them? They come for food, for Good News, for fellowship, and for healing. Some come because they are curious, some just follow the crowds hoping for some free food. </description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2005 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:5</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/6/Deeper-with-Him.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=6</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=6&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Deeper with Him </title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/6/Deeper-with-Him.aspx</link><description>The sieve has many uses here in Malawi. We use the smallest to remove weevils from flour. The next size up is good for removing bugs from the paddling pool. One step removed is good for removing rocks from sand. This last one is ingeniously made by poking holes in a piece of tin with a nail, big enough to let the sand through and hold back the rocks. I have been thinking about all the ways and means God uses to purify us, to sift us, to draw us into a deeper relationship with him. </description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2005 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:6</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/7/The-Feet-of-Those-Who-Bring-Good-News.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=7</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=7&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>The Feet of Those Who Bring Good News</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/7/The-Feet-of-Those-Who-Bring-Good-News.aspx</link><description>A few weeks ago I did something I have been longing to do since coming here. I washed the feet of the women in my Bible study. Their feet are so worn and scarred. Their toe nails, ragged and torn if not missing altogether. I brought out a comfortable chair and had them sit while I washed their feet with soap, and rubbed cream into their calloused and cracked feet. They didn’t mind. They enjoyed it. They seemed content to sit while I served. They are worn down by the ordinary cares of living, and don’t have energy to spend questioning who should serve who.</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2005 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:7</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/8/Going-North.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=8</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=8&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Going North</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/8/Going-North.aspx</link><description>When someone mentions ‘going north’ in Ontario, we all think of heading to Huntsville, or perhaps Parry Sound. ‘Going north’ in Malawi generally refers to somewhere at the Lake. Lake Malawi is a huge lake which shares its shores with Tanzania and Mozambique as well. When Livingstone was searching for the source of the Nile, he spent a lot of time on or near Lake Malawi. </description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2004 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:8</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/17/Default.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=17</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=17&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>How to update you without sounding melodramatic!</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/17/Default.aspx</link><description>This afternoon I held Rose’s baby, now an orphan. Rose died yesterday, and her family who didn’t care for her in life, barely grieved her death. I was very sad. Baby Alucia is very sick, and may not live long. That was my second funeral in two days. Yesterday, I was at the funeral of a faithful man, a neighbour to Peter who works with me. Many gathered, and I was coached by Peter, as to what I should do. I took my place with the women. Inside the small house women wailed, as many as could fit in that small room. The men were busy: working on the coffin, making rope out of palm leaves, to carry the coffin. The women were quiet, silently caring for their neighbour with their presence. Charles’ wife was in a corner beside the body. The women stopped wailing when someone said I wanted to pray. I felt that I may have been intruding, and yet, I know that Jesus does comfort. I prayed, giving thanks for the faith I had seen in Charles, and asking the God of all comfort to draw near. I stayed for a while. Many had been there all night, and would stay through the next. I returned home with a heavy heart, as I realized the lot of a widow in Malawi. Veronica has a house and three children, but little else. Friends of her husband took many of his possessions as they believe she will die if she continues to use such useful things as a bucket. Her roof leaks and she is alone. Still, she is a woman of faith and joy…rarely have I seen her with any other expression but a smile!</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2004 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:17</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/9/Woman-at-the-well.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=9</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=9&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Woman at the well</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/9/Woman-at-the-well.aspx</link><description>I just walked out my kitchen door and into a story, a story about a woman sitting at a well. Her name is Rose. My heart breaks for her. She is a single mum of two. I so want to know her. She has a tin bucket with no handle, and waits while water pours from my tap, with no effort on her part. The village pump is broken again. Until yesterday, we had been without water for three days. Jesus said, ‘Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again; but whoever drinks the water I shall give will never again be thirsty. The water I shall give will be a spring of water within her, welling up and bringing eternal life.’ </description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2004 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:9</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/10/A-night-in-the-bush.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=10</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=10&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>A night in the bush</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/10/A-night-in-the-bush.aspx</link><description>Saturday morning at 10 a.m. we climbed onto the already loaded flat bed truck. Lauren (a friend who has been visiting this month) and I (Jo) were on an adventure, an overnight choir trip up to Mulanje Mountain. The choir was already singing as we piled in, and found a space. This was my first time away from our kids since our arrival six months ago, and I was ready. We sang some familiar songs first, and then learned some new ones. Malawian songs always have a lead line, which is great because they cue the rest of us. The harmonies are incredible. The road was very bumpy because of the rain and I was glad to have a mattress beneath me. The tarmack was a welcome sight.</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2004 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:10</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/11/Default.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=11</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=11&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>'Odala ali osauka mumzimu cifukwa uli wao Ufumu wa Kumwamba'</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/11/Default.aspx</link><description>Several of you know what those words mean, because you cut out the letters to make banners which now hang in our classroom. They read: ‘Blessed are the poor, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.’   The banners were an idea, which I mentioned to Marie (a friend who is here visiting as I write). She took the idea and the Scripture to some friends who made these beautiful banners for our pastors. The amazing part is this. In my usual fashion I forgot to include the dimensions of the spaces available, and the banners fit perfectly between each of the windows. </description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2004 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:11</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/18/Lost-and-Found.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=18</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=18&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Lost and Found</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/18/Lost-and-Found.aspx</link><description>Rose has been coming here daily to get a bottle of milk, plus oil, plus sugar (as many calories as I can cram into a bottle) for her baby who was near death. She may have AIDS and her baby, Lucia, is tiny. In five days, both mother and baby look different. Rose came looking for help – anything I could give her. Magdalena is grandma to two little boys who are only about nine months apart, one of whom is always crying (They live just on the other side of our fence so we hear him every night). The children’s mother has been sick, and Magdalena always carries a baby on her back and came, needing medicine. Nduzen helps me with my laundry. She is a single mother of two, and almost danced for joy when I gave her a gift from the Browns for the extra laundry. These are some of my neighbours. The best help I can give is to help each of these lost ones find Jesus. The hard part for me is how to get out of the way, so that they see Jesus, not me. </description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2004 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:18</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/19/Is-there-an-edge-to-the-rain-Mummy.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=19</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=19&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Is there an edge to the rain, Mummy?!</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/19/Is-there-an-edge-to-the-rain-Mummy.aspx</link><description>That is the question that came from Daniel, as we drove towards a very cloudy sky, earlier today. In Africa, the sky is always changing and you can see the weather miles away. You can see the ‘edge’ to the rain. ‘Can you see out of the rain to where there is no rain, if you are close enough to the edge?’ chimed in Patrick. Great questions, arising because of a beautiful, expressive sky, loaded with rain clouds. Yes, we have had rain. Yesterday it rained hard most of the day. A friend came by in the morning and together we looked at 1 John 1, and prayed. There was much to pray for, and we inevitably pleaded for rain. The same day the newspaper declared that 3.5 million people would starve in the Lower Shire Region. Just the night before, I had passed a neighbour, who told me she was hungry. The pump which supplies our village is broken, and so people are without even water. I wonder how God will meet all these needs.</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2004 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:19</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/12/Finally.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=12</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=12&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Finally!!!</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/12/Finally.aspx</link><description>After four months traveling by rail, sea and road, the two 20’ containers arrived safely the other day to Bangula. Long before the containers were expected in Africa I started the process to clear them. I’ve learned that getting clearance is no easy task. After numerous trips back and forth from Blantyre (2 ½ hour drive each way), two trips to Lilongwe (7 hour drive each way), persistent phone calls, meetings with people in the offices of the Registrar General, Solicitor General, Attorney General, Commissioner General, the Malawi Revenue Authority, Customs and Immigration, we finally received approval. We appreciated the special attention we received from our MP who in December ushered us into the office of the Attorney General on Parliament Hill in Lilongwe to help plead our case. However, once given approval, our challenges were not yet over.</description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2004 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:12</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/20/Waiting-and-Creating.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=20</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=20&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Waiting and Creating</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/20/Waiting-and-Creating.aspx</link><description>Two themes have surfaced for me this Christmas, waiting and creating….waiting, because we continue to wait for rain with longing, and expectancy; and creating, because we have had to create everything with simple materials and yet we have found joy in so doing.</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2004 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:20</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/21/Update-November-2003.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=21</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=21&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Update November 2003</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/21/Update-November-2003.aspx</link><description>Mo has written about the large scale, and now I'll share a bit about the straggling sheep that come to our door each day. Our kids are really learning what it means to ‘need’. Everyday real people come to our door with real needs.</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2003 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:21</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/13/Feed-My-Sheep.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=13</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=13&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Feed My Sheep!</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/13/Feed-My-Sheep.aspx</link><description>When Jesus spoke those words to Peter, after the resurrection, what was he talking about? Shepherding the young church by feeding them the Word. Surely!  Here, we count it a privilege to feed these pastors the Word every day, and find that we are also called on to physically feed the hungry.  Week seven at the Bible school has finished up well but there are great challenges back in the homes of the villages our students come from. The backdrop to training pastors at the school where they get three meals a day is one of hunger.</description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2003 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:13</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/14/Mos-Letter-From-October-2003.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=14</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=14&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Mo's Letter From October, 2003</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/14/Mos-Letter-From-October-2003.aspx</link><description>As temperatures drop back in Canada, ours continue to go up as summer approaches. We’ve just had three days and nights of intense heat (46 degrees Celsius in the shade). The breeze that gently blows across the land feels like the heat that comes out of an oven. Yet, even so, our pastors from the Bible school on Friday were poised like race horses at the starting gate ready to begin their practical evangelism class.</description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2003 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:14</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/22/Update-October-2003.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=22</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=22&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Update October 2003</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/22/Update-October-2003.aspx</link><description>I began a Bible study for the ladies from the church last Thursday. Ruth, a woman who lives nearby, is teaching me Chichewa and translates for me. I shouldn’t have been surprised that we started two hours later than we had said. We bought mats to put on the floor so there would be enough seats and the women loved to listen as they sat on the floor. Spending time with these women made me long to speak Chichewa, to pray, to worship. It is coming but slowly. As I taught the pastors today, I threw in the odd word which they enjoyed immensely. I taught about Inductive Bible Study, a new concept to most of the pastors. We studied Col.3:12-17 and talked about what it means to put on compassion, kindness, gentleness and patience in the same way we put on clothes each morning. I enjoy teaching at the Bible school once a week.</description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2003 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:22</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/23/Update-October-2003.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=23</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=23&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Update October 2003</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/23/Update-October-2003.aspx</link><description>The sunset is always beautiful in Bangula, of that we can be certain. The sun begins as a fiery red ball at about 5 p.m. and then quickly sinks, leaving the sky a beautiful pink in it’s wake. ‘Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens. Your faithfulness stretches to the sky.’ Does it stretch here? It does. I know Christ is here because he has promised never to leave me or forsake me. I also know that He is where the poor and down trodden are. </description><dc:creator>Joanna Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2003 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:23</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/24/South-Africa.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=24</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=24&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>South Africa</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/24/South-Africa.aspx</link><description>I’m currently in South Africa. Just arrived here in Johannesburg a couple hours ago. I’ll be here until Saturday morning. Jo and the kids arrive tomorrow late afternoon. I can’t wait! I have missed them so much. It is exciting to think of them here! Wow!</description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2003 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:24</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/25/Thoughts-from-September.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=25</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=25&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Thoughts from September</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/25/Thoughts-from-September.aspx</link><description>Thoughts from September</description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2003 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:25</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/15/Reflections-from-September-2003.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=15</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=15&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Reflections from September 2003</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/15/Reflections-from-September-2003.aspx</link><description>Reflections from September 2003</description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2003 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:15</guid></item><item><comments>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/16/Reflections-from-Mos-trip-to-Malawi.aspx#Comments</comments><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/RssComments.aspx?TabID=68&amp;ModuleID=380&amp;ArticleID=16</wfw:commentRss><trackback:ping>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/DesktopModules/DnnForge%20-%20NewsArticles/Tracking/Trackback.aspx?ArticleID=16&amp;PortalID=1&amp;TabID=68</trackback:ping><title>Reflections from Mo's trip to Malawi</title><link>http://www.morrisonafrica.com/News/tabid/68/articleType/ArticleView/articleId/16/Reflections-from-Mos-trip-to-Malawi.aspx</link><description>Two robes are laid out before you.  One catches the eye immediately.  It is beautiful beyond description, shiny with diamonds and pearls.  It is brilliant in the sun.  The second robe is a simple brown tunic, torn in places and obviously old.  Which one do you want?  Every day we choose which robe to put on, the one which puts us in the spotlight or the one that makes us invisible, the one that attracts a crowd or the one that blends in with the crowd. Taking in dying children requires the brown robe.  Picking up sick orphans means getting dirty.</description><dc:creator>David Morrison</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2003 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">f1397696-738c-4295-afcd-943feb885714:16</guid></item></channel></rss>