Saturday, July 4, 2009
Your Cow Ate My Chicken
Six weeks ago I arrived back in Congo knowing that I was likely to face some obstacles on my way to delivering the relief supplies we have procured. I never imagined that six weeks later I would still be waiting for paperwork to exempt my relief supplies (read that: “free stuff given to needy people”) from custom’s taxes. Working in Congo has never been easy, mostly because of the ludicrous demands of the various government departments that happen to be in whichever location you end up. For example, in 1998 when my family made a short trip to Congo, my dad was required to buy Congolese insurance for our vehicle a kilometer from leaving the country. In essence, every government official is looking for some way to fill his/her pocket.
This kind of free-for-all by government officials originated after independence when Africa’s quintessential dictatorial “big-man”, Mobutu, declared, “Motu na motu abungisa”, which literally means, “Each person should build” or, “Each person should work to fix”. While I believe this phrase was meant to be more like JFK’s famous, “Ask not what your country can do for you” speech, it was taken more along the lines of, “The government isn’t going to do anything for you, so take what you can while you can.” It has been more than ten years since Mobutu was removed from power but this mindset is more prevalent in Congo today than ever before.
While my situation at the border has been discouraging in many ways for me, it is the Congolese who face these obstacles each and every day and lose the most from the corrupt governance that surrounds them. A common sentiment among Congolese I work with is, “Inshi yetu hawezi simama” or, “Our country will never stand up”. It is mind boggling to my friends why their own government would make delivering aid to its people so difficult.
There are too many stories of corruption and extortion to tell them all, but one of the most comical and my favorite so far is the “your cow ate my chicken” story I heard several weeks ago. My friends and I were driving along a dusty, rutted out road when we came to a bridge that had a military contingent to “guard” it. As we crossed the bridge one of the people in the car asked if it was the “ngombe yako alikula kuku yangu (your cow ate my chicken)” bridge. This question of course sparked my interest so I asked why the bridge would be given such a name. My friends explained that one of the soldiers at the bridge had several chickens and one day one of them went missing. The soldier was quite upset about his missing chicken and when a cow herder came by the soldier stopped him and demanded that he pay for the missing chicken. The herder was taken back by this demand and said he knew nothing about the missing chicken and didn’t know why he should pay for someone else’s chicken. The soldier then demanded that the herder pay because, “your cow ate my chicken”. I never heard if the cow herder ended up paying or not but the story struck me as both comical and sad because in all likelihood the herder did pay; afterall, he wasn’t the one with a gun.
I have been told that my paperwork is on its way and that I should be able to begin my distributions soon. In faith, I have arranged for an airplane to arrive this next week to begin the work. Please intercede on my behalf and on the behalf of those suffering from this conflict, that this paperwork will, in fact, arrive quickly. Ask also that the enemy’s plans and frustrations would be thwarted and that we would be instruments of hope and peace where fear and despair are so commonplace.
This kind of free-for-all by government officials originated after independence when Africa’s quintessential dictatorial “big-man”, Mobutu, declared, “Motu na motu abungisa”, which literally means, “Each person should build” or, “Each person should work to fix”. While I believe this phrase was meant to be more like JFK’s famous, “Ask not what your country can do for you” speech, it was taken more along the lines of, “The government isn’t going to do anything for you, so take what you can while you can.” It has been more than ten years since Mobutu was removed from power but this mindset is more prevalent in Congo today than ever before.
While my situation at the border has been discouraging in many ways for me, it is the Congolese who face these obstacles each and every day and lose the most from the corrupt governance that surrounds them. A common sentiment among Congolese I work with is, “Inshi yetu hawezi simama” or, “Our country will never stand up”. It is mind boggling to my friends why their own government would make delivering aid to its people so difficult.
There are too many stories of corruption and extortion to tell them all, but one of the most comical and my favorite so far is the “your cow ate my chicken” story I heard several weeks ago. My friends and I were driving along a dusty, rutted out road when we came to a bridge that had a military contingent to “guard” it. As we crossed the bridge one of the people in the car asked if it was the “ngombe yako alikula kuku yangu (your cow ate my chicken)” bridge. This question of course sparked my interest so I asked why the bridge would be given such a name. My friends explained that one of the soldiers at the bridge had several chickens and one day one of them went missing. The soldier was quite upset about his missing chicken and when a cow herder came by the soldier stopped him and demanded that he pay for the missing chicken. The herder was taken back by this demand and said he knew nothing about the missing chicken and didn’t know why he should pay for someone else’s chicken. The soldier then demanded that the herder pay because, “your cow ate my chicken”. I never heard if the cow herder ended up paying or not but the story struck me as both comical and sad because in all likelihood the herder did pay; afterall, he wasn’t the one with a gun.
I have been told that my paperwork is on its way and that I should be able to begin my distributions soon. In faith, I have arranged for an airplane to arrive this next week to begin the work. Please intercede on my behalf and on the behalf of those suffering from this conflict, that this paperwork will, in fact, arrive quickly. Ask also that the enemy’s plans and frustrations would be thwarted and that we would be instruments of hope and peace where fear and despair are so commonplace.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
A Call to Commitment
Note: Below is something I have written up in the last week as I have thought about the state of western commitment to missions and in particular my own generation's commitment. While I know that there are potentially many flaws with what I have written, (most notably that I have made quite a few sweeping generalizations without empirical data to back it up) the point of posting this here is to get people thinking about what it means to truly give our lives to following the King. I have been working back in Africa now for two years and in the current trend of missions that is "a long time". There is something drastically wrong about that. If you get the time I encourage you to read below and give it some thought. Thanks - Aaron.
In my work I have the privilege of working through national church groups to deliver relief supplies and aid to the needy communities within which they work. Often, in both Sudan and now in Congo I have spent hours bouncing my way down trails through the bush only to reach locations where the church has centers to help those around them. These centers are, more often than not, old mission stations built more than half a century ago by missionaries intent on making a difference in Africa.
While much has been said and can be said about the mistakes these missionaries made, one thing is certain; they answered the call of the King and gave their lives to answering that call. The very permanence of the structures that still stand is a testimony to the missionaries commitment to the call of Christ on their lives.
This past week I was at one such mission station, with the church having been built and established long before even my parents were born, and I had an encounter with an individual there that has left me pondering the state of western commitment to the call of Christ to follow him. The man I encountered was the cook, named Solomon, at the small guesthouse where I stayed. He heard me speaking Bangala and inquisitively asked where I had learned it. When I explained that my parents were missionaries and had worked not far from where we were he grew excited and began to tell me of all the missionaries he had worked for as a cook. His list was long and began with missionaries who had worked in Congo many years before it had gained independence from Belgium. He has served faithfully as a servant to the servants of Christ for more than half a century and continues to do so joyfully.
As I walked away from my conversation with him I couldn’t help but wonder at the number of missionaries this saint (because he certainly is one) has seen come and go. He has served for years with commitment because he believes he is serving those sent by the King to bring good news to his people.
These old mission stations and the old saints that remain in them stand in stark contrast to the current state of missions and commitment among westerners to the call of Christ to take His good news to the farthest reaches of the earth. While these old mission stations and the legacy of the churches the early missionaries left behind endure, today’s missionary comes and goes having achieved a great experience but having left little of enduring quality behind.
The work of missions has certainly changed and evolved over time but the commitment to it should not. While missionaries should be looking for ways to partner with and work under the existing African churches, those churches should not have to bear the burden of providing experiential short-term opportunities for westerners to feel as if they have served their King. The need for long-term commitment is as great as ever and felt all the more by the lack of impact short-term missions has on a church or community in Africa. While these short-term missions experiences may be life changing for those involved from the west the focus is wrong; after all, when did Christ ever send out the disciples so that they could boast about their service to him and tell of the great experience and life changing opportunity they had to serve him. Christ’s call to go is not about personal betterment but about spreading abroad his glory and fame.
Most of the founding members of both AIM (Africa Inland Mission) and SIM (Serving In Mission), two of the earliest missionary groups to work in Africa, died while founding the fledgling missions to Africa. Early missionaries to Africa knew that the likelihood of survival was slim but they went anyway; trusting that the One who had called them was faithful. Dietrich Bonhoeffer correctly wrote, “When Christ calls a man he bids him come and die”. In Matthew 16 Jesus says to his disciples that they must take up their cross and follow him. A cross is a place to die and until we recognize that the call of Christ is a call to die to all that we hold dear our commitment to his call will be flimsy. The early missionaries understood what it meant to follow Christ. When I look around at western missions today I have to question whether or not we still do understand the call of Christ. It is a call to abandon ourselves in obedience to the King’s directives for our lives.
Today westerners are keen to be involved in confronting the injustices and hurts of the world but are not willing to abandon themselves to the very causes they claim to be passionate about. They are willing to devote themselves to a point; if they can have a great experience to tell of and to check off on their “to do” list of spirituality they are content to go back to their unchallenging lives of comfort, suburbaness and feel-good worship. If the call of Christ presents a challenge to the comforts they have known they go on a mission trip to ease their conscience and then go back to “normal” life. Today’s western Christian does not know what commitment means; if the call of Jesus Christ the Crucified and Resurrected LORD means that they must battle alongside African brothers and sisters for life and not simply a few weeks or months, the white flag of surrender is raised to the comforts of western living.
The call of Jesus Christ is not a call to apathetic religion supplemented by doses of good works, but a call to weakness, perseverance, suffering and joyfulness in the face of a world that rejects us even as it did our King. Suffering is not something that the disciple of Christ runs from but gladly embraces knowing that in suffering we are gifted the greatest of opportunities to share the incomparable riches of God’s grace in our lives. Jesus lamented the rich young man because he was unwilling to abandon his all to follow the One who fills our every longing. Will we in the west heed our King’s call? Will we give him our lives or are we content with just a few years, or months or weeks? The enduring works of the early missionaries for the glory of the King stand in testimony against us and our unwillingness to commit ourselves to the challenges that await us if we, in obedience, listen to and obey His calling on our lives. Jesus calls us to deny ourselves and carry the cross. For some this may not involve the mission field but it involves denial of self nonetheless, while for others it means letting go of that well manicured lawn and finding yourself covered in African dust.
Many of the old missions have become so entangled in the western non-committal attitude and the false pretext of “non-dependency” that it may be that the committed Christian must look for new avenues of partnership with the African church. It may be that committed missionaries will find themselves under the direct leadership of African churches, battling alongside brothers and sisters who understand perseverance in the face of poverty and suffering. I am not saying that missionaries who work with the well-established western missions of today are not committed to the call of Christ (Two generations of my family have devoted their lives to the King and Africa through such missions). What I am saying is that many of these missions are softening their commitment to the countries in which they serve, creating more and more short-term possibilities for westerns who are unwilling to spend a lifetime of service in a foreign land.
Here is one interesting link that is somewhat tied into these thoughts: Do Short Term Missions make a Difference?
In my work I have the privilege of working through national church groups to deliver relief supplies and aid to the needy communities within which they work. Often, in both Sudan and now in Congo I have spent hours bouncing my way down trails through the bush only to reach locations where the church has centers to help those around them. These centers are, more often than not, old mission stations built more than half a century ago by missionaries intent on making a difference in Africa.
While much has been said and can be said about the mistakes these missionaries made, one thing is certain; they answered the call of the King and gave their lives to answering that call. The very permanence of the structures that still stand is a testimony to the missionaries commitment to the call of Christ on their lives.
This past week I was at one such mission station, with the church having been built and established long before even my parents were born, and I had an encounter with an individual there that has left me pondering the state of western commitment to the call of Christ to follow him. The man I encountered was the cook, named Solomon, at the small guesthouse where I stayed. He heard me speaking Bangala and inquisitively asked where I had learned it. When I explained that my parents were missionaries and had worked not far from where we were he grew excited and began to tell me of all the missionaries he had worked for as a cook. His list was long and began with missionaries who had worked in Congo many years before it had gained independence from Belgium. He has served faithfully as a servant to the servants of Christ for more than half a century and continues to do so joyfully.
As I walked away from my conversation with him I couldn’t help but wonder at the number of missionaries this saint (because he certainly is one) has seen come and go. He has served for years with commitment because he believes he is serving those sent by the King to bring good news to his people.
These old mission stations and the old saints that remain in them stand in stark contrast to the current state of missions and commitment among westerners to the call of Christ to take His good news to the farthest reaches of the earth. While these old mission stations and the legacy of the churches the early missionaries left behind endure, today’s missionary comes and goes having achieved a great experience but having left little of enduring quality behind.
The work of missions has certainly changed and evolved over time but the commitment to it should not. While missionaries should be looking for ways to partner with and work under the existing African churches, those churches should not have to bear the burden of providing experiential short-term opportunities for westerners to feel as if they have served their King. The need for long-term commitment is as great as ever and felt all the more by the lack of impact short-term missions has on a church or community in Africa. While these short-term missions experiences may be life changing for those involved from the west the focus is wrong; after all, when did Christ ever send out the disciples so that they could boast about their service to him and tell of the great experience and life changing opportunity they had to serve him. Christ’s call to go is not about personal betterment but about spreading abroad his glory and fame.
Most of the founding members of both AIM (Africa Inland Mission) and SIM (Serving In Mission), two of the earliest missionary groups to work in Africa, died while founding the fledgling missions to Africa. Early missionaries to Africa knew that the likelihood of survival was slim but they went anyway; trusting that the One who had called them was faithful. Dietrich Bonhoeffer correctly wrote, “When Christ calls a man he bids him come and die”. In Matthew 16 Jesus says to his disciples that they must take up their cross and follow him. A cross is a place to die and until we recognize that the call of Christ is a call to die to all that we hold dear our commitment to his call will be flimsy. The early missionaries understood what it meant to follow Christ. When I look around at western missions today I have to question whether or not we still do understand the call of Christ. It is a call to abandon ourselves in obedience to the King’s directives for our lives.
Today westerners are keen to be involved in confronting the injustices and hurts of the world but are not willing to abandon themselves to the very causes they claim to be passionate about. They are willing to devote themselves to a point; if they can have a great experience to tell of and to check off on their “to do” list of spirituality they are content to go back to their unchallenging lives of comfort, suburbaness and feel-good worship. If the call of Christ presents a challenge to the comforts they have known they go on a mission trip to ease their conscience and then go back to “normal” life. Today’s western Christian does not know what commitment means; if the call of Jesus Christ the Crucified and Resurrected LORD means that they must battle alongside African brothers and sisters for life and not simply a few weeks or months, the white flag of surrender is raised to the comforts of western living.
The call of Jesus Christ is not a call to apathetic religion supplemented by doses of good works, but a call to weakness, perseverance, suffering and joyfulness in the face of a world that rejects us even as it did our King. Suffering is not something that the disciple of Christ runs from but gladly embraces knowing that in suffering we are gifted the greatest of opportunities to share the incomparable riches of God’s grace in our lives. Jesus lamented the rich young man because he was unwilling to abandon his all to follow the One who fills our every longing. Will we in the west heed our King’s call? Will we give him our lives or are we content with just a few years, or months or weeks? The enduring works of the early missionaries for the glory of the King stand in testimony against us and our unwillingness to commit ourselves to the challenges that await us if we, in obedience, listen to and obey His calling on our lives. Jesus calls us to deny ourselves and carry the cross. For some this may not involve the mission field but it involves denial of self nonetheless, while for others it means letting go of that well manicured lawn and finding yourself covered in African dust.
Many of the old missions have become so entangled in the western non-committal attitude and the false pretext of “non-dependency” that it may be that the committed Christian must look for new avenues of partnership with the African church. It may be that committed missionaries will find themselves under the direct leadership of African churches, battling alongside brothers and sisters who understand perseverance in the face of poverty and suffering. I am not saying that missionaries who work with the well-established western missions of today are not committed to the call of Christ (Two generations of my family have devoted their lives to the King and Africa through such missions). What I am saying is that many of these missions are softening their commitment to the countries in which they serve, creating more and more short-term possibilities for westerns who are unwilling to spend a lifetime of service in a foreign land.
Here is one interesting link that is somewhat tied into these thoughts: Do Short Term Missions make a Difference?
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Working in Weakness
Working in Congo is a constant reminder to me of just how weak I am. I want to be in control, to have things go smoothly and to wind up feeling accomplished. But Congo is not that way; things that would take a day elsewhere take a month here and it is almost always completely out of my hands. Corrupt officials and years of failed government make simple border crossings with relief supplies into a nightmare. What other countries would welcome for the sake of their suffering population, Congolese officials see as an opportunity to fill their pockets. And so, I have spent the last few weeks feeling quite powerless to change the predicament I find myself in – how do I get the supplies that people need to them?
The other reason I feel weak is due to the enormity of the suffering taking place around me. Almost daily I get calls asking me when I will be able to deliver supplies to displaced people and often with these calls are stories of attacks on yet another village by the LRA. I hear the stories of houses being burnt, people being murdered and children abducted, and I feel helpless in the face of such evil and suffering.
The apostle Paul wrote of rejoicing in his weakness. He could go through a list of all of his accomplishments and at the end he called them nothing; it was his weakness that he rejoiced in because in his weakness Jesus’ grace was evident in carrying out good deeds for God’s glory. I am reminded by this that the work I am doing is not my own, but that I have been called to these good deeds for the glory of the One who called me and in my weakness He is strong. It is hard being weak, but at the same time it is a blessed avenue to let the glory go where it is due.
In the west we place enormous value on personal accomplishment, but in the economy Christ’s Kingdom value is measured by obedience to the call of the King; a call which we must never forget is the call to carry the cross, to daily lay down our own desires and ambitions so that our resurrected Lord can live out His will in our lives. Often this means being weak; often carrying the burdens and sorrows of those around us. Dietrich Bonhoeffer in his book The Cost of Discipleship put it this way, “The disciple-community does not shake off sorrow as though it were no concern of its own, but willingly bears it. And in this way they show how close are the bonds which bind them to the rest of humanity. But at the same time they do not go out of their way to look for suffering, or try to contract out of it by adopting an attitude of contempt or disdain. They simply bear the suffering which comes their way as they try to follow Jesus Christ, and bear it for his sake. […] They stand as bearers of sorrow in the fellowship of the Crucified: they stand as strangers in the world in the power of him who was such a stranger to the world that it crucified him. … The community of strangers find their comfort in the cross, they are comforted by being cast upon the place where the Comforter of Israel awaits them.” (Bonhoeffer 109)
I have spent much of the last few weeks waiting on officials who are keeping relief supplies from being delivered to needy people. It makes me very angry and it also makes me feel helpless in the face of people’s greed and indifference to others’ suffering. However, we press on because we know that we are called to this work and that our Father is not indifferent to the suffering of his children. We wait and feel the pain of those who are waiting in hope that we will bring a tiny amount of physical relief to them and we press on because we know that we are not alone in this struggle; we have a King who is familiar with this world’s evils and understands the suffering we see each day.
The other reason I feel weak is due to the enormity of the suffering taking place around me. Almost daily I get calls asking me when I will be able to deliver supplies to displaced people and often with these calls are stories of attacks on yet another village by the LRA. I hear the stories of houses being burnt, people being murdered and children abducted, and I feel helpless in the face of such evil and suffering.
The apostle Paul wrote of rejoicing in his weakness. He could go through a list of all of his accomplishments and at the end he called them nothing; it was his weakness that he rejoiced in because in his weakness Jesus’ grace was evident in carrying out good deeds for God’s glory. I am reminded by this that the work I am doing is not my own, but that I have been called to these good deeds for the glory of the One who called me and in my weakness He is strong. It is hard being weak, but at the same time it is a blessed avenue to let the glory go where it is due.
In the west we place enormous value on personal accomplishment, but in the economy Christ’s Kingdom value is measured by obedience to the call of the King; a call which we must never forget is the call to carry the cross, to daily lay down our own desires and ambitions so that our resurrected Lord can live out His will in our lives. Often this means being weak; often carrying the burdens and sorrows of those around us. Dietrich Bonhoeffer in his book The Cost of Discipleship put it this way, “The disciple-community does not shake off sorrow as though it were no concern of its own, but willingly bears it. And in this way they show how close are the bonds which bind them to the rest of humanity. But at the same time they do not go out of their way to look for suffering, or try to contract out of it by adopting an attitude of contempt or disdain. They simply bear the suffering which comes their way as they try to follow Jesus Christ, and bear it for his sake. […] They stand as bearers of sorrow in the fellowship of the Crucified: they stand as strangers in the world in the power of him who was such a stranger to the world that it crucified him. … The community of strangers find their comfort in the cross, they are comforted by being cast upon the place where the Comforter of Israel awaits them.” (Bonhoeffer 109)
I have spent much of the last few weeks waiting on officials who are keeping relief supplies from being delivered to needy people. It makes me very angry and it also makes me feel helpless in the face of people’s greed and indifference to others’ suffering. However, we press on because we know that we are called to this work and that our Father is not indifferent to the suffering of his children. We wait and feel the pain of those who are waiting in hope that we will bring a tiny amount of physical relief to them and we press on because we know that we are not alone in this struggle; we have a King who is familiar with this world’s evils and understands the suffering we see each day.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
And So We Wait
I like to think of myself as a patient person. I can sit for long periods of time waiting in traffic or waiting for someone to arrive; usually I find myself saying, “just five minutes more”, and that turns into and hour …or two. Lately, however, I have begun to question just how patient I am and am finding that I might not be as patient as I thought. On the flip side, and to be fair to myself, I have also had more than my fair share of opportunities to be patient in the last few weeks.
There has been a lot of waiting taking place in the last month for me. First, we were waiting for the funding for our project to come through so that we could get started. Then, we had to finish ordering relief material and pay for them. After that we wanted to load the trucks but realized that all of the paperwork wasn’t ready for them to take the items to the border so I came to Congo to sort that out and then, just when we thought we had a plan, it fell apart and I have found myself at the Congo/Uganda border for two days waiting for trucks to be cleared through customs.
Waiting for anything can be a pain, but waiting for relief supplies that are intended to help the individuals of a country that has seen a lot of suffering to be cleared through customs can be downright exasperating. But, there isn’t much one can do when the decisions to be made are out of your hands – that is of course, except to pray. And I have prayed quite a lot – mostly for the miracle that my trucks would be released but also that I will have patience and see the King moving in all of this. His timing is perfect.
One thing that has helped me as I’ve dealt with the frustrations of waiting is to put my situations into perspective. For example, when we got to Uganda we hired a friend of mine named Kato who is from Congo and is familiar with this area to help us with the work of purchasing supplies and delivering them to the displaced. One of Kato’s children was abducted by the LRA on Christmas day and he hasn’t heard any news regarding her since then. I am not a parent, although I am sure I will be the possessive type, and I cannot imagine the daily worry that he must face wondering how his child is doing and whether he will see her again. He waits every day for word of his child’s well being and in the meantime perseveres with the work that is in front of him, helping to straighten out the bumbling mess of work that I create. He is waiting just like me for trucks to get across the border and maintains a cheerful attitude despite the fact that, as many people would put it, “life has dealt him a bad hand”. He, however, isn’t occupied with the hand that has been dealt him, but rather is occupied with the promises that have been given to him by the King. I hope that I can be more like Kato in my approach to the difficulties that life brings my way, that I will have an unswerving hope in the promises that are mine in Jesus.
There has been a lot of waiting taking place in the last month for me. First, we were waiting for the funding for our project to come through so that we could get started. Then, we had to finish ordering relief material and pay for them. After that we wanted to load the trucks but realized that all of the paperwork wasn’t ready for them to take the items to the border so I came to Congo to sort that out and then, just when we thought we had a plan, it fell apart and I have found myself at the Congo/Uganda border for two days waiting for trucks to be cleared through customs.
Waiting for anything can be a pain, but waiting for relief supplies that are intended to help the individuals of a country that has seen a lot of suffering to be cleared through customs can be downright exasperating. But, there isn’t much one can do when the decisions to be made are out of your hands – that is of course, except to pray. And I have prayed quite a lot – mostly for the miracle that my trucks would be released but also that I will have patience and see the King moving in all of this. His timing is perfect.
One thing that has helped me as I’ve dealt with the frustrations of waiting is to put my situations into perspective. For example, when we got to Uganda we hired a friend of mine named Kato who is from Congo and is familiar with this area to help us with the work of purchasing supplies and delivering them to the displaced. One of Kato’s children was abducted by the LRA on Christmas day and he hasn’t heard any news regarding her since then. I am not a parent, although I am sure I will be the possessive type, and I cannot imagine the daily worry that he must face wondering how his child is doing and whether he will see her again. He waits every day for word of his child’s well being and in the meantime perseveres with the work that is in front of him, helping to straighten out the bumbling mess of work that I create. He is waiting just like me for trucks to get across the border and maintains a cheerful attitude despite the fact that, as many people would put it, “life has dealt him a bad hand”. He, however, isn’t occupied with the hand that has been dealt him, but rather is occupied with the promises that have been given to him by the King. I hope that I can be more like Kato in my approach to the difficulties that life brings my way, that I will have an unswerving hope in the promises that are mine in Jesus.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
will YOU pray???
As I sit to write this I am in a garden near the source of the Nile River. The grass is green and finely cut, orange dragon-like flowers poke out above the other colorful pinks and purples and blues, and birds zip this way and that fluttering around the flowers and honeysuckle. This is a world at peace - with the exception of the wild children running this way and that, but I suppose that they are really at peace in a way each of us wishes we could return to - that peace of childhood before the world knocked too much seriousness into us.
But to put it quite bluntly - the world is not at peace and I suspect neither are we. We see too much sorrow, too much brokenness to think otherwise. And yet, we are called to speak peace into the madness that is around us. We are called to speak peace and that peace has a name - Jesus.
I have been in Uganda for around three weeks now taking a break before the work begins again. I will be returning to the DR Congo again soon and the task before me is a big one. We (myself, Kate and Kato) will be taking relief supplies to people who have been attacked or displaced by the Lord's Resistance Army(LRA). This is not a big task because of the logistics of it, or even because we have a lot to manage, but it is a big task because of the spiritual battle we are entering. If you don't know much about the LRA I would encourage you to look them up...and then PRAY. We are taking in physical help to these people but more than that we want to take in hope in Jesus name. John talked about Jesus light shining in the darkness and it is our hope that we would carry that light with us.
So, what am I asking from you?? PRAY, PRAY, PRAY...and then pray some more. Pray not only for the work we do but also for the daily heartache of facing suffering head-on. Pray that we will have courage to speak Jesus peace into the world we live in...and pray that you will do the same in the world you are in too.
But to put it quite bluntly - the world is not at peace and I suspect neither are we. We see too much sorrow, too much brokenness to think otherwise. And yet, we are called to speak peace into the madness that is around us. We are called to speak peace and that peace has a name - Jesus.
I have been in Uganda for around three weeks now taking a break before the work begins again. I will be returning to the DR Congo again soon and the task before me is a big one. We (myself, Kate and Kato) will be taking relief supplies to people who have been attacked or displaced by the Lord's Resistance Army(LRA). This is not a big task because of the logistics of it, or even because we have a lot to manage, but it is a big task because of the spiritual battle we are entering. If you don't know much about the LRA I would encourage you to look them up...and then PRAY. We are taking in physical help to these people but more than that we want to take in hope in Jesus name. John talked about Jesus light shining in the darkness and it is our hope that we would carry that light with us.
So, what am I asking from you?? PRAY, PRAY, PRAY...and then pray some more. Pray not only for the work we do but also for the daily heartache of facing suffering head-on. Pray that we will have courage to speak Jesus peace into the world we live in...and pray that you will do the same in the world you are in too.
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