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Our Hearts are Full as We Head Home

First, we are so full of appreciation that you journey with us, care and pray for us and the work, and keep us going. We never take health, safety, and logistics for granted. You have been wonderful partners during these past two months.

As I reflect back…

Working with leaders in Kampala, alongside coach Bill Smith, will pay dividends on the ground with the movements in six countries. Such meetings encourage, expand vision, and result in more people’s lives touched and reached on the ground. This encouragement is passed from leaders to workers in each country. Bahizi, from Burundi, already sent this message to us:

“Brother, pray for us as we plan to do training on leadership development next month, June 7–9. This will be an opportunity to share what we have learnt from Bill in Kampala.”

I also think of the day we spent with women house church leaders in the village of Busia. Each leader who came had started at least three house churches within the past year. We don’t always get to be on the ground in villages anymore, so we treasure these times to hear firsthand how the work is progressing. From one of the women:

“It has meant so much to us to have you come to our place, work with us, and encourage us. We will run far with God’s message because of the motivation we have received.”

Then there are the strategic planning sessions with national team leaders. This helps them to frame vision and goals for the coming year. They often surprise me with their measure of faith. At the same time, they do not just pull numbers out of the air. They think strategically, look at where and how the work is progressing, then make plans to move further and faster. The team from Kenya has set the following target:

“As of now we have 1,971 house churches. With God’s help we believe that we can see 5,000 house churches within the next year. We will do this by making the following adjustments and improvement to our work:

  • Train leaders in every sub-county every month on the DNA of disciplemaking movements
  • Unity of prayer
  • Leaders empowered financially so that families and movement can be sustained
  • Develop leaders who are ready to serve, who are faithful, and who have a call”

Finally, there was the opportunity to work with brand new leaders and others who are interested in stepping out of the comfort zones of the traditional ways they have been doing ministry in order to embrace the new wineskin of movements. This is the heart of our ‘basic training’ that we did in Malawi. This is not an easy change to make embrace! One pastor from a large church said this:

“I have never heard such things before. We have much to go back and change. If the Word of God is something that you eat, then I have become very fat during these three days together.”

We thank God that it is humble and hungry hearts, like this man, that lead the way in mobilizing new teams who go with fresh vision, focus, and methods to the least and the lost in Africa.

Oh, and let us not forget the children. We will not be able to be onsite at the school until October. But we receive updates every month letting us know how the sponsored children are doing. Precious as always…

a boy in his Liberty School uniform

Thank you, once again, for making all of this possible as we are only able to do what our friends back home enable!

Things are Changing!

Many of the things traveling around East Africa for the past 10 years sadly, yet wonderfully, I’ve become accustomed to. However, that was not the case this morning!

Today we start our trek home. The journey begins with battling it out with Nairobi traffic at possibly the worst time of the day, early morning, and us needing to go from one side of town, through City Center out to the airport.

Little did I know that the Southern By-pass had been completed. It’s been part of the scenery for a long time providing jobs for Kenyans with the Chinese winning the contract and overseeing the job. In times past we’ve been on a very short completed section of it, but today Julius, the driver from our guest house, assures me that now that it’s completed, we can accomplish the journey from guest house to the airport in perhaps only one hour instead of the usual two or three at this time of day.

Today I saw parts of Nairobi I’ve never seen…just to getting to the on-ramp of the by-pass. Once on it, it was crazy! Instead of the congested, no lanes policy on the typical one or even three lane streets of Nairobi, here was a California two-lane marked freeway, cars moving about 50 mph (ok, that’s not so much CA!); very few matatus—the bane of all of Nairobi driver’s and pedestrian’s existence, filled to the max with 12 people in a 9 passenger van, weaving in and out of cars at will; “lorries” speeding along undeterred delivering products up-country; and relaxed drivers motoring away respectful of the road and each other. It was almost a bit disappointing. East Africa is changing—at least in the cities. They call it “coming up,” as in coming up to a higher level with “first world” countries. After two months of travel in typical, rural Africa, my brain was seriously scrambled!

But, hooray!!! All is not lost!!! Indeed, I am still in Africa! While things may be changing, change comes slowly and while the new begins to seep in, some things, thankfully, are slow to relinquish generations of tradition and lifestyle.

Here are some examples:

Suddenly slowing down, I looked up to see why Julius was putting on the brakes, but no big deal and barely worthy of a comment by him, it was just two, traditionally clad, red plaid-blanketed Maasai warriors fresh off the plains, crossing the road with their small herd of goats.

Alongside either side of the “freeway,” streams of people were walking mostly in single file hurrying in the early morning fog to get to a job or buy or sell at one of the many traditional markets. Women were dressed in longish skirts with double kangas (traditional African piece of fabric), one to keep her warm, the other to double wrap herself and her small child or baby strapped with another piece of fabric to her back; and men were wearing big parkas to ward off the dampness and cold from the rains last night.

And, yes, as is very typical, there was a herd of skeleton-thin cows herded by two Maasai men, spears in hand used as a walking stick, a cattle prod, a leaning stick or to ward off predators. These protectors of the community’s wealth are constantly in search of grasses for their precious cattle, and if it happens to be alongside the freeway or even in the middle of busy Nairobi, so be it.

As always, stately acacia trees stand tall. They speak so profoundly of the ones in Maasai Mara providing shade for lions, food for giraffes, a limb for a leopard to haul their kill up, so they can eat without being interrupted. In the city, they provide shade for folks to sit on the ground and rest under. Oftentimes their vast branches provide precariously balancing nesting spots for huge, loud storks and their young. They seemingly could care less that crazy, hectic Nairobi life is going on all around underneath them.

And, in very common entrepreneur style, many people have set up their businesses in make-shift wooden stalls alongside the road to sell morning African tea (half hot milk, half tea and about 4 teaspoons of sugar) and mendazi (fried donut type triangular breakfast item) to potential customers.

Stretching out alongside the road was believe it or not, the western boundary of Nairobi National Park where nature co-exists with urban life…well, ok, limited, but there is acreage designated to give value to definitely one of Kenya’s most prized resources—if not to Kenyans at least to the hundreds of tourists coming each year. Lions, zebras, rhinos and many other animals find safety in this space. Today we saw far in the distance a family of giraffes majestically walking in single file across the plain, oblivious to the frantic pedestrians racing to work and speeding cars, like us, anxious to get to Kenyatta International Airport.

These are just a few of the things I saw early this morning. For absolute sure, there’s no place like home in California; but I can confidently say, there’s definitely no place on earth like Africa.

Here are some rather poor photos, taken from our dirty-windowed car speeding by traditional sites. Hopefully, they’ll give you an idea of some of the things we saw.

beautiful young acacia trees alongside the highway
Some of the many pedestrians walking alongside the highway
Scavenger storks balancing precariously oblivious to the traffic zooming by underneath :)
Shockingly “modern” road signs, lanes, and orderly traffic contrasting sharply to the many pedestrians walking inches from the cars.
Bringing far too much reality to the truth that goes on in much of East Africa, we passed feet away from a wide stretch of one of the largest slums in the world, Kibera Slum.
Kibera Slum
Cattle, probably owned by Maasai, seemingly pretty comfortable riding in the back of this pickup at 55 mph.
Again, some of the many walkers headed to work
…and a “flyover” so walkers can easily get from one side of the freeway to the other.
lucky enough to own a bike, this guy is pedaling away on the shoulder of the freeway
beautiful Kanga fabrics worn traditionally as either dresses or more often “coats” or lesso’s (aprons) by every Kenyan woman

So, that was the drive to the airport…after howdy-do’s with several security stops and a lengthy visit with the gal at immigration…I don’t know something about Roger having to give his fingerprints because he’s under 65 and my not having to being over 65 and her laughing and joking about how proud Roger was to have an older wife…anyway, you can see it all takes time. It’s the lovely Kenyan way: most human encounters are another opportunity for relationship. Anyway, once truly inside the airport and settling down to wait out the hour and a half til departure…we joined the rest of the travelers in what is perhaps the best thing to do:

either pass out completely and wait for it to be over…
…or just cover or bury your head and pretend it’s not happening. :)

Tragedy Strikes – Along with Small Redemptions

(Note: If you are on one of our prayer lists then you have already seen much of this post).

Seraphin and Ange

Sadly, our good friend, Steven, who leads the team in DR Congo, lost his 15-year-old son (pictured with his mama, Angel) to some form of blood cancer just two weeks ago.

Seraphin had been sick for several months but seemed to be improving slowly. Sadly, while Steven was with us in Kampala in April he heard that his son’s health was deteriorating. It became apparent that better medical assistance was needed, so Steven left the conference early to do what he could.

I wrote this a couple of weeks ago:

With our (your) help we enabled Steven and Angel to do all that they could do medically for their son given the situation and the location. Steven took him from DR Congo to Burundi and finally Rwanda to try to find the best help available. But to no avail.

I have to be honest in saying that, sometimes, the disparity between what is available to one part of the world (Africa) verses what is available in our part of the world is difficult to wrestle with.

Wonderfully, in the midst of this, Steven's son's last words were: "I know my redeemer lives, dad." My eyes tear up as I write this as I know so well how much this boy loved his God.

Obviously, this trip has been much about sharing whatever strength and comfort to this family as we possibly could. It is wonderful how God Himself finds ways to bring comfort amid such difficult situations. Here is something Steven shared with us that took place just days after his son’s burial. In Steven’s own words:

"There is a neighbor who came to see us she is a burundian, just wanted to see who have entered in a house near to hers, this is last night, Angel [Steven's wife], received her, and started giving stories about Seraphin's sickness and how he would encourage us : "Mamy don't worry, I will be healed and go back to school", but when He died we had many questions.... this lady is not born again, doesn't go to any church around.

she said :"did God lie to you?" Angel,.. said, "no, He was telling me... no body can dye when He is born again, Séraphin my son decided to rest, after being tired with injections and swallowing tabs everyday for almost 4 months.. God wanted to heal him this way.. he is with the Lord..."

then this lady was astonished and was led to christ that very time, Glory to Jesus.. then Angel invited her to be coming for fellowship and bible Discovery study each evening... wow this was encouraging for me, so in everything, God finds HIS part."

Now, just two weeks after the burial, we are with Steven in Malawi. He has pioneered the work here from DR Congo and, though we assured him that we could carry on without him, he did not want to miss the opportunity to encourage the people he has been raising up. Truly, it has not been easy for him, but he was so motivated to see the progress his workers are making and to take part, with us, in training several other mission organizations on disciple making movements. His faith, courage, hope, and (sometimes) strength, has been an inspiration to all of us and all that were at the conference.

Thank you for being with us on these journeys even through the times that are more difficult. We assure Steven and others whom we work with that there are so many people, they will never meet, who are caring and praying for them! This greatly lifts their spirits and hearts as well as our own!

Steven pictured during one of his ‘stronger’ moments here in Malawi.

A Life Changed: One Woman's Story

“Well, for me, I can tell you. God can change you. I mean He can really, really change you. I can also tell you that where there is no way, He will make a way. I want others to be encouraged because Jesus rescues those who are blind and even those who are really discouraged.” – Winfridah Mudogo

“I am not married. I have two girls. One is 14 and the other is 11. I stay with my brothers. In February I met Moses (regional church planter and discipler). He came to my place and was saying many things about Jesus. At that time I agreed to become a disciple of Jesus Christ. You know for me at that time I was always sitting doing nothing, watching TV. I knew my life was lacking something and I must do something. For me, I can say now I am reading the Bible and doing Discovery Bible Study (DBS) with others. Now I have someone to show me the right way and to guide me. People used to know me as someone who kept being the same. Even though sometimes I went to church, nothing was changing in me. But if you decide you want to follow Jesus Christ, I can tell you that your life will never be the same. Now I am giving people that same chance. Some people agree to become a follower. You can’t force anyone, but I must tell them how it is with me now that I know this new life, so they have that same chance. Now we are 15. We pray, do DBS, and we go two by two. I am very much happy today and very much at peace.”

A Day in the Village

We don’t get to go into the villages much any more, leaving first level trainings to national leaders, but after last year visiting Karen in her home I was very anxious to have time specifically with her and her house church leaders, all women.

Karen and her husband Samson live in Samson’s family’s compound. His grandfather lived here, his very old dad still lives here and Samson and Karen live here, along with brothers and their families. There are five homes on the compound. They make use of every square inch of ground, for raising 8 kids and raising crops.

Karen and Samson's family in front of their home.
Inside their home, about 350 square feet, dirt floor, often cold and wet because of leaks during rainy season.

Samson learned about DMM about 2 years ago. When he did, he gave up traveling throughout Kenya showing the Jesus Film to be able to stay at home with his family and begin to reach his neighbors through simple house church planting. His vision is big. His family is committed. Everything they do is centered around Jesus Christ. Every thought they have is, “How can we further the Kingdom of God.” Check out the map below and their vision to reach 1,000,000 people in 10 years by the power of multiplication. To date, they are on target!

marked map of towns of western Kenya
a ten-year disciple-making plan written on a piece of paper being held up

Karen spends most mornings getting up early to make mendazi (a donut like cake that Kenyan’s love to eat with their morning African tea—half milk, half black tea). Why? Because she has no transportation. She tells me that in order to share the love of God with others she must have transport fees for motorcycle rides or matatus (small mini vans) to reach those people.

food in bowls
a seated man preparing food at a table
Today we were the recipients of this yummy treat, along with a cup of tea laced with four teaspoons of sugar and half hot milk.

Running to borrow enough chairs for all of us, Samson brought us over to sit with a very eager group of 20 women. He told me that each of those women had started at least three simple churches in their area. As we got to know them, it was obvious that Karen, their discipler, had not only discipled them well, but they understood very well the principles of disciple-making movements. We had so much fun with these gals!!! As always, we learned way more from them than they probably learned from us!

two women hugging
Acting out the parable of the lost sheep. The shepherd (in red) has at long last found the sheep who was missing.
a group of women hugging
…which was cause for great, great celebration!
three women reading a Bible together
These gals are practicing Discovery Bible Study as a way to discover more about each other and more about God.
people standing in a circle outside with a woman in the center
Taking turns practicing the principles of DMM according to Matthew 28:18-20 – Pray, Go, make disciples, teaching them to obey, starting with baptism, gathering them together and then sending them out.
people sitting in a circle in chairs outside with three women standing in the center

Most of the gals had baptized new disciples. A few admitted they were scared so Roger invited them to practice with him…pretty impressive they would give it a go…as far as the taboos of women baptizing, not to mention touching a mzungu man!

Roger sitting between two standing women
two women supporting Roger as he leans back as if being baptized
Just one of the beautiful gals.
a smiling woman holding a new Bible
Thanks to Voice of the Martyrs some of these gals received MUCH NEEDED Bibles.
Youngest family member on the compound.
Samson’s bike that he uses to travel distances as long as 150 km to reach and disciple people.
Samson and Karen’s second born who is 17, a junior in secondary school, also an accomplished short distance runner who has very high aspirations to be an electrical engineer. He is very humble and passionate about God and his faithfulness. He has started 34 house churches among the youth in their area.

We loved getting to spend time not only with the workers in the harvest, but especially to see that the DNA is pure. These workers are truly raising up workers out of the harvest who have zeal, tenacity, commitment and passion…that all should know.


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