(originally sent 4/4/07)
After keeping Innocent in his bed with his foot elevated and bandaged tightly all night, we received word that the bleeding had nearly stopped. We also had his wife giving him re-hydration fluid in the absence of supplies to gain IV access and give him IV fluids. Since his condition had improved slightly and it was the weekend, we decided to wait until Monday to take him to the clinic again. When Monday rolled around, Nathan, Laurel, Innocent, Innocent's wife, Innocent's father, and I piled into the pickup to head back to the government clinic in Dimako. The doctor met us at the car and immediately took Nathan into an office to explain that he could not treat Innocent because he was HIV positive. When we questioned him, he changed his strategy and said that the growth would bleed a lot if he tried to remove it and he did not have enough supplies. We offered to go to the pharmacy to buy the necessary supplies, as is often the custom in Cameroonian clinics and hospitals, but he said we would not be able to find them. I am not sure if any of the doctor's excuses for not treating Innocent were legitimate, but it became obvious that he was not willing to remove the growth. After discussing the matter for what seemed like hours, we finally left the clinic to get the advice of the Catholic nuns who also have a clinic in Dimako. They said it might be best to take Innocent to a doctor in Abong-Mbong who is very honest and skilled. We decided that since we were already on our way into Bertoua to get supplies and Bertoua is much closer than Abong-Mbong, we would try to take him to the government hospital there. We were reluctant to show up at the hospital in Bertoua ourselves, since the price of treatment seems to keep climbing higher and higher every time the white missionaries show up with a patient, but we needed to get treatment for Innocent. So, early in the afternoon we dropped him off with a little money and went about shopping for supplies.
After spending all afternoon in town shopping at various stores and in the open-air market, we gathered all the supplies on our list. We made our way back to the hospital to check on Innocent. We were told that Innocent had cancer of the foot, something that may or may not be true, and that he would have to stay for 3 weeks and might need to have his foot amputated. Pray with us that Innocent would have a good outcome, that his foot and his life would be spared, and that God would use this hardship as a way to bring Innocent and his family closer to Himself.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Innocent part 1
(originally sent 4/4/07)
Last night, at about midnight, word was sent to us that a man in the encampment was bleeding badly. We were aware that many of the adults from our area were gone and we suspected that there may be some drinking going on in the encampment. When this happens accidents and violence are more common. Nathan and I gathered some supplies and drove the 2 kilometers to the encampment. We discovered Innocent, one of the village teachers, lying on his bamboo bed with his foot submerged in a bucket full of blood and water. Innocent had come to Nathan several days earlier for a large growth that has recently appeared on the bottom of his foot. He was taken to the Catholic clinic to have it looked at and was sent from there to the government clinic. For three days, he showed up at the government clinic with the appropriate money in hand to have the growth removed and after waiting for several hours each day was turned away because the doctor was in a meeting or too busy. It was this growth that had begun bleeding severely. Innocent had put a makeshift tourniquet on his leg and the bleeding had nearly stopped, but he appeared weak and drawn. It was obvious that he had already lost a lot of blood, and he was showing the beginning signs of shock. However, he was quite coherent and following directions well. Nathan and I talked over our options and decided it would be best to try to take him to the government clinic. Though the clinic is a 24 hour facility, it is not always well staffed and the staff is not always very helpful. That proved to be true when we arrived. Nathan got out of the truck and found someone to help him bring Innocent to the porch of the consultation room. The only "qualified" person at the clinic was stone drunk and unwilling to hear our concerns. She denied being drunk in the slow drawl of intoxication and proceeded to stumble across the porch to get a look at the patient. I turned to Nathan in frustration and asked if there was anyone else at the clinic that could be called upon. We determined that this woman's coordination and judgment were too compromised and that she could not help us. Nathan explained to Innocent that we would have to go back to his house and try something different. I could see that the physical exertion of coming to the clinic had taken its toll on an already weakened man and wondered how we would deal with the hypovolemic shock that he was experiencing. In North America, we would immediately start IV fluids and give blood products to replace the blood that was lost. But here we do not always have the same luxuries. Our best option was to try to keep him as hydrated as possible by giving him fluids by mouth, do our best to keep the bleeding to a minimum, and pray. We did these things, gave some instructions to the family and went to our beds to wait till morning.
Lord, please preserve Innocent's life. Please heal his body, stop the bleeding, and replace the lost blood. But most of all, Lord, please use this emergency to bring Innocent to Yourself.
Last night, at about midnight, word was sent to us that a man in the encampment was bleeding badly. We were aware that many of the adults from our area were gone and we suspected that there may be some drinking going on in the encampment. When this happens accidents and violence are more common. Nathan and I gathered some supplies and drove the 2 kilometers to the encampment. We discovered Innocent, one of the village teachers, lying on his bamboo bed with his foot submerged in a bucket full of blood and water. Innocent had come to Nathan several days earlier for a large growth that has recently appeared on the bottom of his foot. He was taken to the Catholic clinic to have it looked at and was sent from there to the government clinic. For three days, he showed up at the government clinic with the appropriate money in hand to have the growth removed and after waiting for several hours each day was turned away because the doctor was in a meeting or too busy. It was this growth that had begun bleeding severely. Innocent had put a makeshift tourniquet on his leg and the bleeding had nearly stopped, but he appeared weak and drawn. It was obvious that he had already lost a lot of blood, and he was showing the beginning signs of shock. However, he was quite coherent and following directions well. Nathan and I talked over our options and decided it would be best to try to take him to the government clinic. Though the clinic is a 24 hour facility, it is not always well staffed and the staff is not always very helpful. That proved to be true when we arrived. Nathan got out of the truck and found someone to help him bring Innocent to the porch of the consultation room. The only "qualified" person at the clinic was stone drunk and unwilling to hear our concerns. She denied being drunk in the slow drawl of intoxication and proceeded to stumble across the porch to get a look at the patient. I turned to Nathan in frustration and asked if there was anyone else at the clinic that could be called upon. We determined that this woman's coordination and judgment were too compromised and that she could not help us. Nathan explained to Innocent that we would have to go back to his house and try something different. I could see that the physical exertion of coming to the clinic had taken its toll on an already weakened man and wondered how we would deal with the hypovolemic shock that he was experiencing. In North America, we would immediately start IV fluids and give blood products to replace the blood that was lost. But here we do not always have the same luxuries. Our best option was to try to keep him as hydrated as possible by giving him fluids by mouth, do our best to keep the bleeding to a minimum, and pray. We did these things, gave some instructions to the family and went to our beds to wait till morning.
Lord, please preserve Innocent's life. Please heal his body, stop the bleeding, and replace the lost blood. But most of all, Lord, please use this emergency to bring Innocent to Yourself.
Powdered Faces and Water Balloons
(originally sent 4/4/07)There are several young Baka children that hang out around our little collection of bungalows. It's difficult for me when I remember what a hard life they have. Many of them have been through difficulties children in North America could only imagine. Angu has a hand that is permanently disfigured from a fall in the fire and a face that is afraid to smile because of ridicule and harsh discipline. His little brother Ambili suffers from severe mal-nutrition that nearly caused his death, but he has improved dramatically in the last few months. Kunde recently fell into the cooking pot, burning his hand and forearm. Other children are left to fend for themselves most of the time. Many of them have been walking around completely naked the last couple days, until Laurel came out with some shirts that belong to her two young sons. I've heard the missionaries remark several times the last few days that it is hard for even their children, who play with the Baka children every day, to understand just how difficult life is for the Baka.
I got to spend some special time with the Baka kids today. I was sitting out on the Conrod's porch tickling some Baka boys while Laurel cut her boys' hair. She had baby powder out and was using it on Boaz when she gave a little to a girl sitting nearby. Immediately the powder ended up on her face to the delight of everyone else around. Powder was given to everyone, and thus commenced a scene of laughter and smiles as everyone got their pictures taken and looked in the mirror to see themselves.
The baby powder fun was scarcely finished when someone announced that the Abbotts had prepared water balloons for the children. They had a great time throwing water balloons at each other and effectively created a paste on their skin and in their hair with the powder and water mixture.
When we finished with that fun, we became aware that there were no Baka adults nearby. Usually, when that happens, it means that there is a celebration in the encampment. I had picked up little Ambili, who is not yet walking though he is probably about 2 years old, when he began crying in the chaos of the water balloon fight. Since Ambili has been so ill in the last year, I had written my friends here to ask if I would be able to see Ambili and take some pictures of him now that he is recovering. I had no idea that I would get a couple of hours of one-on-one time with him. His mother had also left, probably to gather food, and Ambili was left with a few young girls to look after him. So, I just kept him until his mother returned.
A few months ago, Ambili was so malnourished and ill that he looked like a skeleton and could not hold his head up. The missionary team here decided to make Ambili a prayer project and begun to pray that God would miraculously heal Ambili and grow him up to be a man of God. He has improved greatly, but his legs arms, and neck are still quite thin, and his belly, hands, and feet are swollen because of malnutrition. Ambili probably weighs less than 15 pounds at almost 2 years old. However, due to his miraculous improvement, we hope that God has great plans for Ambili. Perhaps he will be a great evangelist or a leader in the church, or maybe he will help teach Baka parents how to keep their children strong and healthy. Regardless of what he does with his life, I hope that he gives all glory to God for how He has preserved him. Please pray with us that Ambili would continue to gain strength and that God would be glorified in his life.
Change of Plans
(originally sent 3/30/07)
There may be a small change in my travel plans for the next couple of weeks. The family that I was supposed to go visit for a week at the end of my trip here may need to travel to Canada on personal business. Therefore, I may have a longer stay out in Baka-land than I had originally planned. Though I am disappointed that I may not get to see the Scotts, I also welcome the extra time here with the Baka team as our time together was shortened by flight difficulties and luggage problems. Pray that God's will would be done in the plans that are made.
There may be a small change in my travel plans for the next couple of weeks. The family that I was supposed to go visit for a week at the end of my trip here may need to travel to Canada on personal business. Therefore, I may have a longer stay out in Baka-land than I had originally planned. Though I am disappointed that I may not get to see the Scotts, I also welcome the extra time here with the Baka team as our time together was shortened by flight difficulties and luggage problems. Pray that God's will would be done in the plans that are made.
developing
(originally sent 3/30/07)
It's so strange to be in Cameroon now after being absent for 6 years. I've heard that everyone has cell phones now and that many more things are available in country, but I didn't realize the extent of it. When I arrived, I was surprised that all my missionary friends had cell phones. Since I got to spend a few extra days in Douala and Yaoundé, I also got to see what else was available in country. The biggest category of change for me is the availability of western-style food. Many items are available in the bigger cities, but even in Bertoua, the small capital of our province, you can find many more things than before. I was especially surprised to discover that there is a functional market in Dimako, which is just a few minutes from us. I guess I should have expected a developing country to continue developing, but this is a sweet surprise that should make life and ministry in Cameroon a little easier.
It's so strange to be in Cameroon now after being absent for 6 years. I've heard that everyone has cell phones now and that many more things are available in country, but I didn't realize the extent of it. When I arrived, I was surprised that all my missionary friends had cell phones. Since I got to spend a few extra days in Douala and Yaoundé, I also got to see what else was available in country. The biggest category of change for me is the availability of western-style food. Many items are available in the bigger cities, but even in Bertoua, the small capital of our province, you can find many more things than before. I was especially surprised to discover that there is a functional market in Dimako, which is just a few minutes from us. I guess I should have expected a developing country to continue developing, but this is a sweet surprise that should make life and ministry in Cameroon a little easier.
Dreams
(originally sent 3/28/07)
Before I came on this trip, I got an email from Barry asking me to compile a list of ideas and dreams about the ministry here with the Baka. I've had some dreams about Baka ministry and some things that I anticipate God may do, but I have never actually written them all down. Yesterday we had a team meeting and briefly discussed some of the ideas that have been written by the current members of the team. I was encouraged that some of my dreamiest and unlikely ideas were already written down by other members of the team. As soon as I left the Conrod's house after dinner, I immediately opened up my laptop and compiled a list of my own. I was surprised to see how many ideas I came up with. I've prayed for years about some of them, and I firmly believe that they are God's will. It is pretty amazing that God impressed the same things on my heart as He impressed on the hearts of others, especially since they are things that could only be accomplished by the mighty power of God.
Thank You, Lord, once again, for letting me be part of Your work among the Baka.
Before I came on this trip, I got an email from Barry asking me to compile a list of ideas and dreams about the ministry here with the Baka. I've had some dreams about Baka ministry and some things that I anticipate God may do, but I have never actually written them all down. Yesterday we had a team meeting and briefly discussed some of the ideas that have been written by the current members of the team. I was encouraged that some of my dreamiest and unlikely ideas were already written down by other members of the team. As soon as I left the Conrod's house after dinner, I immediately opened up my laptop and compiled a list of my own. I was surprised to see how many ideas I came up with. I've prayed for years about some of them, and I firmly believe that they are God's will. It is pretty amazing that God impressed the same things on my heart as He impressed on the hearts of others, especially since they are things that could only be accomplished by the mighty power of God.
Thank You, Lord, once again, for letting me be part of Your work among the Baka.
Hedgehog
Have you ever had hedgehog for dinner? The hedgehog here is a little different from hedgehog in North America. Augustine prepared us an excellent meal this evening with hedgehog in a tomato sauce, plantains, and fresh mango. Before you ask, hedgehog is quite good. It is very tender and tasty. I guess it is very similar to lean beef with a bit of the taste of lamb. The best description that I can give is that it tastes wild.
Strange Chorus
(originally sent 3/27/07)
Night-time bug sounds, Baka women chatting around the fire, and the screams of a distant tree hyrax. I find this melange of sounds quite interesting. Of course, you have heard the sound of bugs chirping and singing in the trees, but the sound is amplified in the forest by the mere volume of bugs present and the lack of competing sounds. The bugs make a great background noise for Baka voices heard in the darkness. But the real point of interest is the tree hyrax that is screaming in the distance. If you have never heard of this animal, you are not alone. The tree hyrax is related to the elephant, but looks nothing like an elephant. It is a small rodent-like animal that lives in the trees. At night, this little animal makes a big noise. First, it warms up by letting out a few evenly spaced hoots that sound like a monkey. Then, those hoots quickly evolve into piercing screams that sound like something from either a maternity ward or a horror film. It is, naturally, something that can be quite nerve wracking the first time it is heard, but tonight it just serves as a reminder that I am not in North America.
Night-time bug sounds, Baka women chatting around the fire, and the screams of a distant tree hyrax. I find this melange of sounds quite interesting. Of course, you have heard the sound of bugs chirping and singing in the trees, but the sound is amplified in the forest by the mere volume of bugs present and the lack of competing sounds. The bugs make a great background noise for Baka voices heard in the darkness. But the real point of interest is the tree hyrax that is screaming in the distance. If you have never heard of this animal, you are not alone. The tree hyrax is related to the elephant, but looks nothing like an elephant. It is a small rodent-like animal that lives in the trees. At night, this little animal makes a big noise. First, it warms up by letting out a few evenly spaced hoots that sound like a monkey. Then, those hoots quickly evolve into piercing screams that sound like something from either a maternity ward or a horror film. It is, naturally, something that can be quite nerve wracking the first time it is heard, but tonight it just serves as a reminder that I am not in North America.
Arrival
Because of an email glitch, I wasn't able to send out updates while in Cameroon. The next few entries will catch you up a little.
(originally sent 3/26/07)
March 20, 2007
Sometimes a trip goes quite smoothly and nothing really goes wrong to speak of. Other times, it seems that one problem leads to another. In spite of all the obstacles that have been in the way on this trip, I have safely arrived in Cameroon!!!
It is so good to finally be here!
I was met at the airport by an unexpected friend named Paul. He was waiting for me and introduced himself as someone who was sent to collect me and attends the Baptist church here. Paul is an employee of the airport, so he was able to navigate the airport system much better than I would have alone. By the time I passed through customs and came to the baggage claim area, there were a swarm of porters who earn their money by handling baggage for arriving passengers. They are quite forceful and are hard bargainers at times, so I was grateful to Paul for acting as porter, personal security, and friend as we waited for baggage.
Unfortunately, we waited in vain. My bags were delayed in Chicago. It is interesting that they should be left in Chicago; since I made a point of inquiring after my luggage after learning that the system had somehow kicked me off of the flight (they were able to give me a new seat assignment). I was assured that the bags had, in fact, been loaded onto the plane. Another reason I find it interesting is that the American carrier was the airline that lost the bags. In Cameroon, Air France is known affectionately as "Air Chance," since it is likely that if you loose bags it will be with Air France. I lost a bag with them last time I came to Cameroon, but it seems they are not to blame this time. We will meet Paul at the airport again tomorrow to look for my bags.
The Abbotts were certainly a sight for sore eyes as I left the airport. Though I expected the kids to have grown since I last saw them, I was surprised to see how big they have gotten. Brianna, as I was warned, is a great conversationalist and comes up with tall tales to impress the listener. She is tall and thin like her mother and has beautiful blond hair with short, soft curls. Brendan is a picture of boyhood. He is also tall, robust, with a great big smile, and a strikingly handsome face. Like his sister, he also has curly blond hair. Both children are quite well behaved and likable.
As always, it was good to see Barry and Desma. Desma has been a close friend since the moment I set foot off the plane on my first trip to Cameroon. She was a single missionary on the Baka team back then, but has since married (ask me about the story someday). Barry is also quite easy to be friends with, and both Barry and Desma complement each other very well. We are staying at a European Baptist guesthouse in Douala to wait for my bags. I am already enjoying the Abbotts laid-back attitude toward life in Cameroon, and of course, their hospitality. We stopped by a local bakery and got an assortment of dinner pastries, a sandwich, and some beignets (donuts) with chocolate spread for dinner. I very much enjoyed our meal together, and then got a much needed shower. We sat around and talked for a little while, and then it was off to bed.
I woke in the middle of the night tonight to the warm stickiness in the air here in Douala. It is raining outside tonight, and the sound of the water hitting the buildings and the ground drowns out all other sounds of this busy port city. It's a heavy rain by North American standards, but doesn't even compare to some of the downpours that I have experienced in the rain forest.
It's currently 3 am in Cameroon, and I started this update hoping that I could cause myself to be sleepy enough to return to bed and sleep the rest of the night, so I better go now and attempt to rest a little before morning.
March 22, 2007
After going to the airport 2 more times to pick up the luggage, we finally gave up. We were being told, "It will surely come tomorrow" each time. We figured that the expense of time and money by staying in Douala was not worth the wait and decided to continue on to the village and collect the bags as I come through on my way to the other end of the country.
However, as we were approaching Yaoundé, we decided to ask another missionary named Dean who would be at the airport to look for the bags for us. He generously said yes, and we decided to spend the day in Yaoundé, running some errands and getting supplies that are not available in our area. This evening, as we were having dinner, we got a call from Dean saying that the luggage did finally come in and to expect it to arrive in Yaoundé at 8:30 in the morning by the SIL plane. Yeah!! Oh, and we even discovered a new place to stay in town.
Of course, God had something to teach me in this process (and I don't think it was patience). I have come to Cameroon to investigate the process of entering into ministry among some people who have very little. They are fortunate if they have a worn-out pair of flip-flops. I have been walking around for the last six days on a warn out pair of flip-flops and wondering what I will do without my tennis shoes. I've also been surviving for the last 6 days on 2 changes of clothes. The Baka do not even have the amount of belongings that I have been toting around for the last week. So, if I arrive in Mayos without my precious luggage, it will be OK.
But, praise God, barring any unforeseen change in plans, I will have that luggage tomorrow and we will finally travel to Mayos. I'll enjoy presenting the things that were packed so carefully and with such enjoyment to the Baka missionary team and to the Baka.
March 25, 2007
Home. That's what this place feels like. As I looked out of the window of the vehicle yesterday, I marveled anew at the grand trees, the African landscape, the giant hornbills flying in the sky, and village after village on this long, dusty, orange road. I couldn't help but smile as I thanked God for that moment. And just a few short hours later we pulled into our destination. I waved warmly, but tentatively at old Baka friends, wondering what their reaction would be to my arrival. 'Will they remember me?' 'Will they care that I am here?' 'Will they wonder what kept me away for so long?' 'Will I greet them appropriately?' I felt as if I was beaming with happiness and relief as I approached the mbanjo (a small shaded shelter made of poles and leaves) where a few Baka were gathered. Lendo was the first to greet me and her greeting was as warm and welcoming as I could have hoped for. 'Thank you God again for this moment.' I exchanged the traditional greeting with several people before they settled back under the mbanjo. Nathan immediately asked me what it felt like to be here. I told him that I was not sure and I thought I was in shock. What I meant to say was that I was relieved, at peace, and full of joy, but I didn't know how to say it just then.
I guess this field visit isn't the typical visit to gain knowledge about the people and ministry and be presented to the field leadership as an appointee. Of course, those are elements of this visit, but I come into this situation having already formed relationships with all of these people and having received God's confirmation that this is where I am to serve Him. What a relief. I don't have to rush around learning as much as I can as fast as I can and impress as many people as I come into contact with. I just get to spend some time with the Baka, the Baka team, and with the field leadership to solidify this process and complete some formalities. Don't get me wrong. This is an important trip. I have already experienced God's hand in it changing me and directing me. And the time with the Baka so far and with the team has been so great. Keep praying that strong relationships will be formed, that I will be an encouragement to the Baka team, that the Baka would begin to understand that I have come because I love them and want to see them become children of God, and that God's hand would be in every aspect of this trip.
March 26, 2007
What a good couple of days it has been. Yesterday, we went into town to attend an ordination ceremony in the Cameroon Baptist Convention (CBC) church in Bertoua. As World Team missionaries, we are affiliated with the CBC, and are obligated to attend such ceremonies. It was about a 45 minute drive from the village. Bertoua is where I spent about half my time when I was in Cameroon last time. The service was very good. It lasted for about 4 hours total, but was very pleasant, and even the young children were able to behave for that long. The service started a little late, so we decided to stop by a friend's house while we were waiting (in Cameroon, it is accepted, and almost expected, that people are late to such events). When we arrived at church, we were seated outside under a shelter, since it was raining off and on. We had some songs in English, some in French, and some in tribal languages. There were 3 small choirs there to perform, and many pastors and dignitaries who had traveled from other areas of Cameroon. We were honored and asked to stand so that the people could see who the missionaries to the Baka were. Of course, they could easily pick us out by the color of our skin and our cultural awkwardness. The sermon was about how God has called all of us to ministry and we must be faithful servants. The pastor who gave the sermon was very clear that the sermon was not given just in honor of the pastor who was being ordained but that it was for all who were in attendance. I was very pleased to hear this sermon, as I have never heard such an appropriate sermon from a Cameroonian pastor. The last hour was spent inside the church building, where the "invited guests" took part in some refreshments. The table was filled with all sorts of Cameroonian food, and it was a treat to get a taste of so many things that I will not be able to eat in the next few weeks. I also got to greet some friends that I might not have gotten to see except for this event, so I really enjoyed myself.
Today was quite a contrast. Instead of getting up and quickly getting ready for church, I was able to hang out with some of the Baka people who live around here. The environment is so relaxed most of the time, and the missionaries and the Baka have a great relationship. I was even been able to learn a little Baka language this morning without any help from the missionaries. Can you tell that I am proud of myself? I look forward to many more days like this, but wish I could be here longer than the 2 weeks that I am planning to stay in the village. I am already trying to plan ways to speed my arrival in Cameroon as a career missionary. Pray that I would remain focused and ask the right questions, and that God would give wisdom to my colleagues and myself as we look toward planning out the future.
(originally sent 3/26/07)
March 20, 2007
Sometimes a trip goes quite smoothly and nothing really goes wrong to speak of. Other times, it seems that one problem leads to another. In spite of all the obstacles that have been in the way on this trip, I have safely arrived in Cameroon!!!
It is so good to finally be here!
I was met at the airport by an unexpected friend named Paul. He was waiting for me and introduced himself as someone who was sent to collect me and attends the Baptist church here. Paul is an employee of the airport, so he was able to navigate the airport system much better than I would have alone. By the time I passed through customs and came to the baggage claim area, there were a swarm of porters who earn their money by handling baggage for arriving passengers. They are quite forceful and are hard bargainers at times, so I was grateful to Paul for acting as porter, personal security, and friend as we waited for baggage.
Unfortunately, we waited in vain. My bags were delayed in Chicago. It is interesting that they should be left in Chicago; since I made a point of inquiring after my luggage after learning that the system had somehow kicked me off of the flight (they were able to give me a new seat assignment). I was assured that the bags had, in fact, been loaded onto the plane. Another reason I find it interesting is that the American carrier was the airline that lost the bags. In Cameroon, Air France is known affectionately as "Air Chance," since it is likely that if you loose bags it will be with Air France. I lost a bag with them last time I came to Cameroon, but it seems they are not to blame this time. We will meet Paul at the airport again tomorrow to look for my bags.
The Abbotts were certainly a sight for sore eyes as I left the airport. Though I expected the kids to have grown since I last saw them, I was surprised to see how big they have gotten. Brianna, as I was warned, is a great conversationalist and comes up with tall tales to impress the listener. She is tall and thin like her mother and has beautiful blond hair with short, soft curls. Brendan is a picture of boyhood. He is also tall, robust, with a great big smile, and a strikingly handsome face. Like his sister, he also has curly blond hair. Both children are quite well behaved and likable.
As always, it was good to see Barry and Desma. Desma has been a close friend since the moment I set foot off the plane on my first trip to Cameroon. She was a single missionary on the Baka team back then, but has since married (ask me about the story someday). Barry is also quite easy to be friends with, and both Barry and Desma complement each other very well. We are staying at a European Baptist guesthouse in Douala to wait for my bags. I am already enjoying the Abbotts laid-back attitude toward life in Cameroon, and of course, their hospitality. We stopped by a local bakery and got an assortment of dinner pastries, a sandwich, and some beignets (donuts) with chocolate spread for dinner. I very much enjoyed our meal together, and then got a much needed shower. We sat around and talked for a little while, and then it was off to bed.
I woke in the middle of the night tonight to the warm stickiness in the air here in Douala. It is raining outside tonight, and the sound of the water hitting the buildings and the ground drowns out all other sounds of this busy port city. It's a heavy rain by North American standards, but doesn't even compare to some of the downpours that I have experienced in the rain forest.
It's currently 3 am in Cameroon, and I started this update hoping that I could cause myself to be sleepy enough to return to bed and sleep the rest of the night, so I better go now and attempt to rest a little before morning.
March 22, 2007
After going to the airport 2 more times to pick up the luggage, we finally gave up. We were being told, "It will surely come tomorrow" each time. We figured that the expense of time and money by staying in Douala was not worth the wait and decided to continue on to the village and collect the bags as I come through on my way to the other end of the country.
However, as we were approaching Yaoundé, we decided to ask another missionary named Dean who would be at the airport to look for the bags for us. He generously said yes, and we decided to spend the day in Yaoundé, running some errands and getting supplies that are not available in our area. This evening, as we were having dinner, we got a call from Dean saying that the luggage did finally come in and to expect it to arrive in Yaoundé at 8:30 in the morning by the SIL plane. Yeah!! Oh, and we even discovered a new place to stay in town.
Of course, God had something to teach me in this process (and I don't think it was patience). I have come to Cameroon to investigate the process of entering into ministry among some people who have very little. They are fortunate if they have a worn-out pair of flip-flops. I have been walking around for the last six days on a warn out pair of flip-flops and wondering what I will do without my tennis shoes. I've also been surviving for the last 6 days on 2 changes of clothes. The Baka do not even have the amount of belongings that I have been toting around for the last week. So, if I arrive in Mayos without my precious luggage, it will be OK.
But, praise God, barring any unforeseen change in plans, I will have that luggage tomorrow and we will finally travel to Mayos. I'll enjoy presenting the things that were packed so carefully and with such enjoyment to the Baka missionary team and to the Baka.
March 25, 2007
Home. That's what this place feels like. As I looked out of the window of the vehicle yesterday, I marveled anew at the grand trees, the African landscape, the giant hornbills flying in the sky, and village after village on this long, dusty, orange road. I couldn't help but smile as I thanked God for that moment. And just a few short hours later we pulled into our destination. I waved warmly, but tentatively at old Baka friends, wondering what their reaction would be to my arrival. 'Will they remember me?' 'Will they care that I am here?' 'Will they wonder what kept me away for so long?' 'Will I greet them appropriately?' I felt as if I was beaming with happiness and relief as I approached the mbanjo (a small shaded shelter made of poles and leaves) where a few Baka were gathered. Lendo was the first to greet me and her greeting was as warm and welcoming as I could have hoped for. 'Thank you God again for this moment.' I exchanged the traditional greeting with several people before they settled back under the mbanjo. Nathan immediately asked me what it felt like to be here. I told him that I was not sure and I thought I was in shock. What I meant to say was that I was relieved, at peace, and full of joy, but I didn't know how to say it just then.
I guess this field visit isn't the typical visit to gain knowledge about the people and ministry and be presented to the field leadership as an appointee. Of course, those are elements of this visit, but I come into this situation having already formed relationships with all of these people and having received God's confirmation that this is where I am to serve Him. What a relief. I don't have to rush around learning as much as I can as fast as I can and impress as many people as I come into contact with. I just get to spend some time with the Baka, the Baka team, and with the field leadership to solidify this process and complete some formalities. Don't get me wrong. This is an important trip. I have already experienced God's hand in it changing me and directing me. And the time with the Baka so far and with the team has been so great. Keep praying that strong relationships will be formed, that I will be an encouragement to the Baka team, that the Baka would begin to understand that I have come because I love them and want to see them become children of God, and that God's hand would be in every aspect of this trip.
March 26, 2007
What a good couple of days it has been. Yesterday, we went into town to attend an ordination ceremony in the Cameroon Baptist Convention (CBC) church in Bertoua. As World Team missionaries, we are affiliated with the CBC, and are obligated to attend such ceremonies. It was about a 45 minute drive from the village. Bertoua is where I spent about half my time when I was in Cameroon last time. The service was very good. It lasted for about 4 hours total, but was very pleasant, and even the young children were able to behave for that long. The service started a little late, so we decided to stop by a friend's house while we were waiting (in Cameroon, it is accepted, and almost expected, that people are late to such events). When we arrived at church, we were seated outside under a shelter, since it was raining off and on. We had some songs in English, some in French, and some in tribal languages. There were 3 small choirs there to perform, and many pastors and dignitaries who had traveled from other areas of Cameroon. We were honored and asked to stand so that the people could see who the missionaries to the Baka were. Of course, they could easily pick us out by the color of our skin and our cultural awkwardness. The sermon was about how God has called all of us to ministry and we must be faithful servants. The pastor who gave the sermon was very clear that the sermon was not given just in honor of the pastor who was being ordained but that it was for all who were in attendance. I was very pleased to hear this sermon, as I have never heard such an appropriate sermon from a Cameroonian pastor. The last hour was spent inside the church building, where the "invited guests" took part in some refreshments. The table was filled with all sorts of Cameroonian food, and it was a treat to get a taste of so many things that I will not be able to eat in the next few weeks. I also got to greet some friends that I might not have gotten to see except for this event, so I really enjoyed myself.
Today was quite a contrast. Instead of getting up and quickly getting ready for church, I was able to hang out with some of the Baka people who live around here. The environment is so relaxed most of the time, and the missionaries and the Baka have a great relationship. I was even been able to learn a little Baka language this morning without any help from the missionaries. Can you tell that I am proud of myself? I look forward to many more days like this, but wish I could be here longer than the 2 weeks that I am planning to stay in the village. I am already trying to plan ways to speed my arrival in Cameroon as a career missionary. Pray that I would remain focused and ask the right questions, and that God would give wisdom to my colleagues and myself as we look toward planning out the future.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Update from Chicago
Well, so far my flight to Paris and connection to Douala, Cameroon are on time. I spent the morning at the hotel that was so generously supplied by American Airlines after the delay yesterday. It was a peaceful morning spent in getting some emails out, connecting by phone with the Abbotts to inform them of the change in itinerary, talking to Mom and Dad on the phone, and spending some quiet time with God. It was a much needed break after the preparations for this trip.
I have been blessed with peace about this trip up until now. God has been faithful to keep me safe in His arms. However, I am a bit anxious now that the international portion of this trip is coming up. Please keep me in your prayers as I endeavor to seek God's will in Cameroon. I was reminded in an old letter this afternoon that it is when we are doing crucial ministry that Satan strikes the hardest. Pray that I would be mindful of that and not become discouraged if spiritual opposition does come. Pray for the Baka team, that they would be encouraged by my visit. Pray for the Baka, that they would be receptive and understand the purpose of my trip to their homeland. And pray that I would have more opportunities to minister to people, whether they are fellow travelers, Cameroonians, missionaries, or others that I come into contact with. Praise God for many opportunities to tell others about God because of the delay in travel I have experienced.
I hope to update you soon after I arrive in Cameroon. As soon as I am able to get an internet or email connection, that is.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Delayed
What an adventure this trip has been so far. And I have not even boarded a plane. I am currently sitting in the SFO airport waiting for a plane that has been delayed for about 1 ½ hours (so far). Dad and Mom were gracious enough to drop me off at the airport with my roller luggage and my Rubbermaid tub. I proceeded to the e-ticket check-in, where I was told by the computer that I would have to check in at the international terminal since my destination is international. That made sense to me, so I made my way to the appropriate terminal, with some difficulty. I was unable to find the correct airline at the international terminal, so I wrestled my luggage back down to the domestic terminal. I was able to check in without difficulty this time and relieve myself of my checked luggage. I was a little worried about whether my luggage was within the 50 pound allowance and was greatly relieved to see that both pieces weighed 50 pounds exactly. I proceeded through security without incident and went to my gate to await the plane.
At about the time that I was supposed to board the plane, I was told that the flight would be delayed about 35 minutes. After that, I was told that it would be delayed 1 hour more. As I sit in this packed area of the airport, I have become aware that there are quite a few people affected by this change of plans. One man sitting across from me is becoming very agitated. Others are frantically making plans for their domestic connections.
But praise God for giving me peace regarding this situation. I will miss my flight into Brussels and also the flight into Douala, but there is another flight that will go to Paris and on to Douala. My hope is that I will be able to take that flight and be only one day late.
Update at 10 pm Central time:
I'm now in Chicago after a late, but uneventful flight. I missed both the flight to Brussels and also the alternative flight to Paris today, but I will be able to fly to Paris tomorrow and on to Douala the next day. I'll only be one day late. Praise God for keeping me so calm during this adjustment in my itinerary. Praise Him also for some time to chill tonight and tomorrow before I fly again.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Sovereign over Passports
Let me tell you about the events surrounding my passport renewal. As I am leaving for
I didn’t start worrying about my passport until I realized that I was missing my
I first tried to check online if my passport had been processed yet, without success. So, I proceeded to call on the telephone. Keep in mind that the passport agency has been flooded with new applications for passports since the new travel regulations. I tried and tried, and after about a half hour on hold finally got to talk to a human being. She was very kind, but insisted that the passport agency had not yet begun processing my application (after 3 weeks!). I was told to call back next week. I called the following week and got the same results. This time, however, I was told to check my bank statement, and to call back once my check cleared. I checked my bank statement every day for a couple of weeks and was sincerely surprised when I finally saw the check clear about 5 weeks after the application was sent. The next day I called the passport agency once more. The kind woman on the other end was able to confirm that my application was received, but broke the news that it would take several more weeks for it to be processed. She was unable to tell me if my residence card was with my passport. I left my phone number with her and requested that I be called if my residence card was found. I also paid the additional fee to expedite my application.
About a week later, I received a phone call from the passport agency. My fears that my residence card was lost were confirmed. The woman on the phone also stated that I would likely receive my passport only 3 days before my departure. When I mentioned that I would need a visa in the absence of a residence permit, she was sympathetic to my situation and said that I would get my passport back “much sooner.” I determined that night to search every square inch of my house once more, even if it took all night. By God’s grace, I found the residence card!!! I immediately got on my knees to thank God for helping me find it. Ah, but God was not yet done. When I was at work the next day, I got a phone call from Mom. She said that she was at my house doing some artwork and the FedEx guy came with a small package. The passport came the very day after I spoke to the kind woman on the phone. I know that God wants to build my faith, but sometimes I question the methods He uses. Well, I guess God really is sovereign over the passport agency tooJ
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Just add Water
The approaching spring reminds me of how we grow spiritually. Sometimes we go through dark damp winters and don’t see any growth, but then God adds a little sunlight and water and new growth bursts forth!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
The Legend of St. Valentine
I don't know how true this story is, but it certainly is possible. Enjoy.
The story of Valentine's Day begins in the third century with an oppressive Roman emperor and a humble Christian martyr. The emperor was Claudius II. The Christian was Valentinus.
Claudius had ordered all Romans to worship twelve gods, and he had made it a crime punishable by death to associate with Christians. But Valentinus was dedicated to the ideals of Christ, and not even the threat of death could keep him from practicing his beliefs. He was arrested and imprisoned.
During the last weeks of Valentinus' life a remarkable thing happened. Seeing that he was a man of learning, the jailer asked whether his daughter, Julia, might be brought to Valentinus for lessons. She had been blind since birth.
Julia was a pretty young girl with a quick young mind. Valentinus read stories of Rome's history to her. He described the world of nature to her. He taught her arithmetic and told her about God. She saw the world through his eyes, trusted in his wisdom, and found comfort in his quiet strength.
"Valentinus, does God really hear our prayers?" Julia asked one day. "Yes, my child. He hears each one'" He replied. "Do you know what I pray for every morning and night? I pray that I might see. I want so much to see everything you've told me about!" "God does what is best for us if we will only believe in Him," Valentinus said. "Oh, Valentinus, I do believe," Julia said intensely. "I do."
She knelt and grasped his hand. Then they prayed together.
Suddenly there was a brilliant light in the prison cell. Radiant, Julia cried, "Valentinus, I can see! I can see!" "Praise be to God!" Valentinus exclaimed.
On the eve of his death, Valentinus wrote a last note to Julia, urging her to stay close to God, and he signed it "From your Valentine."
His sentence was carried out the next day, February 14, 270 A.D., near a gate that was later named Porta Valentini in his memory. He was buried at what is now the Church of Praxedes in Rome.
It is said that Julia herself planted a pink-blossomed almond tree near his grave. Today, the almond tree remains a symbol of abiding love and friendship. On each February 14, St. Valentine's Day, messages of affection, love, and devotion are exchanged around the world.Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Prayer Requests
Today as I looked at a list of prayer requests, I became acutely aware of the monotonous nature of what I saw. Someone asked for prayer for a legal situation. A grandfather asked for prayer regarding an especially emotionally draining situation with his grandson. A young woman asked for prayer regarding her mother’s back pain. Others asked for prayer for those who were ill or undergoing surgery.
I thought back on the events of my day. It is not uncommon for me to visit the homes of young moms who are trying to raise infants with serious health problems. Many do not gain weight like they should, some need intense therapy, and others desperately need heart surgery. Some of my mothers are struggling with drug addiction. Some have lost their children to child protective services because of abuse or neglect. And others are teen moms who are struggling to get through high school while raising their kids. And then there are the stories that I hear from my nursing friends. One of my colleagues is trying to find adequate care for her mother, who is suffering with Alzheimer’s and has developed pain that has not yet been diagnosed. Another friend watches people die in her ER routinely.
As a nurse, it is not uncommon to be thrown into the most painful places in people’s lives. It is easy to begin to become numb to what is going on around me. I hear of surgeries and illnesses and it seems so routine to me. I almost want to say, “So what’s the big deal?” But it would be a big deal if the affected person were someone that I am close to, if I were the one hurting.
Lord, there are so many people in crisis and pain around me. Please open my eyes to their real needs, and open my ears to hear their hurts. And when my eyes and ears have seen and heard enough, please open my mouth in intercession to You. And as I see prayers answered, may I always give glory to Your Name.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Ambili part II
Here's another letter, this time from the Conrods, demonstrating God's power through a recent answer to prayer for healing.
Dear Friends,
I feel a need to update you all with something that is happening here. Maybe some of you think that missionaries have lots of faith ("I mean someone's got to have faith to move to Africa... right?") Well, the truth is that we all struggle. I personally have had many struggles with my faith through the years and this past year here has been no different. In fact, it has probably been even harder than other years. As you know from reading our updates, we see a lot of death here. It's very hard being here, representing the Creator, telling them how much He cares, praying, and then seeing death claim the victory time after time. I especially think that it's important with the Baka, as they already believe in many "spiritual" things. They need to see that God is more powerful than all their charms and rituals. The continual defeat did not help my struggles with faith.
There is a little boy here named Ambili. About a week after we arrived in the bush back in Nov 2005, he was about a month old and almost died. We took him to the Catholic Clinic in town and he survived. Yet throughout the entire year he's been sick many times. Sometime around Oct/Nov 2006 he started to lose weight. He started to look like he would die any day. One time the nuns treated him but said that it didn't look like he'd make it until the follow-up visita week later. Another time they didn't think he'd survive the night. We prayed for him periodically when he was sick and I was more than once surprised that he was still alive. But he still got worse.
One day in Nov he was here with his mom. I was sitting there just looking at him and praying (to myself). I finally told his mom that I was going to pray for him every day. So I did. And he only got worse.
I pleaded with God to show me His power by healing Ambili. I wanted Him to show me that He really does say "yes" sometimes to our prayers. Weeks later, when we saw him at the Christmas party we held at the camp and he still looked awful. He was still just skin and bones at about 15 months old now, and couldn't keep his head up for more than a few seconds at
a time. We were going to be leaving in just a few days for a missionary conference in another part of Cameroon. I wondered if he would still be alive when we returned. I doubted it.
This past Sunday (the 21st) I saw him again for the first time since our return. I was sitting out by the fire and Lendo (the Baka grandmother who lives next to us) was holding a baby on her lap--facing away from me. I thought it might be Ambili but I hadn't seen his mom around so I got up and walked around to see. I looked at the child for a few moments wondering if it was him. It sort of looked like him... but not really. Lendo, however, started talking about him and calling him Ambili and I realized that he just looked so different because he had gained weight. His face was fuller, his eyes more alert. He could hold his head up straight and look around--his neck was no longer so tiny that it looked like it would break just by the weight
of his head. There was muscle under his skin. He had made a huge turn-around since we had left the last week of December. Lendo (affectionately: "Mama Lendo") kept speaking. She said "Ambili's strong now because Jesus healed him."
I can't say that I chose to pray for Ambili out of my deep compassion, though I was truly concerned for his welfare. I chose to put God to the test with his case because I knew it was hopeless. Kids around here get sick and then get better all the time--that's life. When kids get really sick they die--that's life... here. He was way beyond the point of no return and it could only be by a miracle that he would recover. And that's why I chose to pray daily for him.
God chose to have mercy on him, yes. But God chose to have mercy on me as well. In my faithless state I reached out with what I could muster and prayed. And God responded.
The battles can be hard. The days many that we must fight. Yet let us stay on our knees and fight each day until the battles are won and we can lift God's banner high as we glory with Him in victory. The battle for Ambili is not yet over. He's well over a year old and extremely behind in normal development for his age. Will you continue to fight this battle along with me? And when we've won the battle for his health, will you fight with me for his soul?
By His grace and strength alone,
-Nathan A. Conrod
Luke 18:1-8
I Thess. 5:17
Praise God for His willingness to show us His faithfulness, even in our faithlessness!!!
Dear Friends,
I feel a need to update you all with something that is happening here. Maybe some of you think that missionaries have lots of faith ("I mean someone's got to have faith to move to Africa... right?") Well, the truth is that we all struggle. I personally have had many struggles with my faith through the years and this past year here has been no different. In fact, it has probably been even harder than other years. As you know from reading our updates, we see a lot of death here. It's very hard being here, representing the Creator, telling them how much He cares, praying, and then seeing death claim the victory time after time. I especially think that it's important with the Baka, as they already believe in many "spiritual" things. They need to see that God is more powerful than all their charms and rituals. The continual defeat did not help my struggles with faith.
There is a little boy here named Ambili. About a week after we arrived in the bush back in Nov 2005, he was about a month old and almost died. We took him to the Catholic Clinic in town and he survived. Yet throughout the entire year he's been sick many times. Sometime around Oct/Nov 2006 he started to lose weight. He started to look like he would die any day. One time the nuns treated him but said that it didn't look like he'd make it until the follow-up visita week later. Another time they didn't think he'd survive the night. We prayed for him periodically when he was sick and I was more than once surprised that he was still alive. But he still got worse.
One day in Nov he was here with his mom. I was sitting there just looking at him and praying (to myself). I finally told his mom that I was going to pray for him every day. So I did. And he only got worse.
I pleaded with God to show me His power by healing Ambili. I wanted Him to show me that He really does say "yes" sometimes to our prayers. Weeks later, when we saw him at the Christmas party we held at the camp and he still looked awful. He was still just skin and bones at about 15 months old now, and couldn't keep his head up for more than a few seconds at
a time. We were going to be leaving in just a few days for a missionary conference in another part of Cameroon. I wondered if he would still be alive when we returned. I doubted it.
This past Sunday (the 21st) I saw him again for the first time since our return. I was sitting out by the fire and Lendo (the Baka grandmother who lives next to us) was holding a baby on her lap--facing away from me. I thought it might be Ambili but I hadn't seen his mom around so I got up and walked around to see. I looked at the child for a few moments wondering if it was him. It sort of looked like him... but not really. Lendo, however, started talking about him and calling him Ambili and I realized that he just looked so different because he had gained weight. His face was fuller, his eyes more alert. He could hold his head up straight and look around--his neck was no longer so tiny that it looked like it would break just by the weight
of his head. There was muscle under his skin. He had made a huge turn-around since we had left the last week of December. Lendo (affectionately: "Mama Lendo") kept speaking. She said "Ambili's strong now because Jesus healed him."
I can't say that I chose to pray for Ambili out of my deep compassion, though I was truly concerned for his welfare. I chose to put God to the test with his case because I knew it was hopeless. Kids around here get sick and then get better all the time--that's life. When kids get really sick they die--that's life... here. He was way beyond the point of no return and it could only be by a miracle that he would recover. And that's why I chose to pray daily for him.
God chose to have mercy on him, yes. But God chose to have mercy on me as well. In my faithless state I reached out with what I could muster and prayed. And God responded.
The battles can be hard. The days many that we must fight. Yet let us stay on our knees and fight each day until the battles are won and we can lift God's banner high as we glory with Him in victory. The battle for Ambili is not yet over. He's well over a year old and extremely behind in normal development for his age. Will you continue to fight this battle along with me? And when we've won the battle for his health, will you fight with me for his soul?
By His grace and strength alone,
-Nathan A. Conrod
Luke 18:1-8
I Thess. 5:17
Praise God for His willingness to show us His faithfulness, even in our faithlessness!!!
Ambili
This is an excerpt from a recent letter from the Abbots in Cameroon.
After church, we greeted all those involved and noticed Lendo, an older woman from our village, holding a small baby. We almost didn't recognize a baby we've all become very acquainted with. You see Ambili has been a very sick baby from birth. He is well over one year old and has not begun to walk. Before Christmas he was unable to hold up his head and his facial features were sunken in. Many children have passed him in weight and ability. We, as well as our teammates, have taken him to the hospital numerous times over the last year. Many times the people working at the clinic expressed to us their concern for him. A couple of times they told us that it would be unlikely that he would live much longer. So a couple of months before Christmas our teammate, Nathan, felt God impressing on him the desire to pray specifically for Ambili's healing. He shared that with me (Barry) on one of our jogs together and we all agreed to make that a primary subject in our prayers. We have been impressed, as well, to pray beyond this that Ambili would know Christ as his Healer and Savior and that he would tell others.
So when we saw him, we had to do a double take. What a change? Here he was holding his head up on his own. His face looked full and his wrists and ankles had meat on them. He even had a lively expression on his face. He looked a bit like his older brother Angu. Lendo saw that we were amazed and she said, 'Awa Jesua' which means 'because of Jesus'. A part of our prayer for Ambili has already been answered. Praise God with us for this answered prayer and please continue to pray with us the second part of this prayer. God is faithful.
Praise God that He chose to exercise His healing power in little Ambili's life. I truly believe that God has a plan for this little one's life. God has already revealed His ability to heal to "Mama Lendo" and to other Baka people. Let's join the Baka missionary team in praying that Ambili would know Christ as his Savior and would also tell others about God's power and love.
After church, we greeted all those involved and noticed Lendo, an older woman from our village, holding a small baby. We almost didn't recognize a baby we've all become very acquainted with. You see Ambili has been a very sick baby from birth. He is well over one year old and has not begun to walk. Before Christmas he was unable to hold up his head and his facial features were sunken in. Many children have passed him in weight and ability. We, as well as our teammates, have taken him to the hospital numerous times over the last year. Many times the people working at the clinic expressed to us their concern for him. A couple of times they told us that it would be unlikely that he would live much longer. So a couple of months before Christmas our teammate, Nathan, felt God impressing on him the desire to pray specifically for Ambili's healing. He shared that with me (Barry) on one of our jogs together and we all agreed to make that a primary subject in our prayers. We have been impressed, as well, to pray beyond this that Ambili would know Christ as his Healer and Savior and that he would tell others.
So when we saw him, we had to do a double take. What a change? Here he was holding his head up on his own. His face looked full and his wrists and ankles had meat on them. He even had a lively expression on his face. He looked a bit like his older brother Angu. Lendo saw that we were amazed and she said, 'Awa Jesua' which means 'because of Jesus'. A part of our prayer for Ambili has already been answered. Praise God with us for this answered prayer and please continue to pray with us the second part of this prayer. God is faithful.
Praise God that He chose to exercise His healing power in little Ambili's life. I truly believe that God has a plan for this little one's life. God has already revealed His ability to heal to "Mama Lendo" and to other Baka people. Let's join the Baka missionary team in praying that Ambili would know Christ as his Savior and would also tell others about God's power and love.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Cameroon Bound
With much joy, I announce that I am planning to journey to Cameroon in mid to late March for a month-long field visit. This is the next step in the process of going to Cameroon long term. Once I have visited the field and gotten a fresh perspective of the ministry going on there and the team and field that I hope to join, I will have an opportunity to meet with a couple members of the field leadership. After they have a chance to discuss my fit with the Cameroon field and the Baka team, they will decide whether or not to invite me to join them in ministry in Cameroon. This is a very necessary and important step in the process of preparing for ministry to the Baka. Please pray with me that I will be able to find reasonable airfare to Cameroon, that the timing will work out to minimize travel for the missionaries who will be hosting me, that I would be a blessing to all those I come in contact with, and that God would give me wisdom and safety during this trip.
Also, praise God for grace from my employers who have approved the time off of work, and for good communication with friends in Cameroon leading up to a proposed time-frame for my visit.
Also, praise God for grace from my employers who have approved the time off of work, and for good communication with friends in Cameroon leading up to a proposed time-frame for my visit.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
A River of Sparrows?
I saw a very odd sight today. I was driving not far from work when I spotted what could have been a swarm of locusts, only the locusts were very large. I nearly wanted to start batting at the air around my ears to keep them from landing on me. Of course, I knew that they were birds (sparrows I think), and that they were very unlikely to land on me. What was spectacular was the way that they were moving, like a giant current waving to and fro, and in spite of flying in very close proximity to each other and constantly changing direction, they did not collide with one another. Several minutes later I found myself driving back in the direction of these remarkable birds and discovered that I was not just watching an enormous flock of sparrows, but a grand river of thousands, if not millions, of feathered fliers all working together in one great entity. I continued to watch as I waited at a stoplight and noticed that the river of birds continued on both sides until they just faded into the sky. There were so many of them, that I could not see the beginning or the end of this grand river. WOW!!!
This great river of sparrows reminded me of the birds of the air in Matthew 6:25-34. Isn’t it wonderful how each and every one of those little birds is cared for by God? Even more wonderful is how God provides for each one of His children as we pursue His kingdom.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Anthem for Christmas
This is fast becoming my favorite Christmas song. If you want the Gospel in a nutshell, the essence of the Kingdom of God, the purpose of life, here it is.
Anthem for Christmas
Words: Gloria Gaither
Music: Michael W. Smith
In the space of the beginning
Was the living Word of light
When this Word was clearly spoken
All that came to be was right
All creation had a language
Words to say what must be said
All day long the heavens whispered
Signing words in scarlet red
Some failed to understand it
So God spoke His final Word
On a silent night in Judah's
Hills a baby's cry was heard
Glory! sang the angel chorus
Glory! echoed back the night
Love has come to walk among us
Christ the Lord is born this night
All creation sing His praises
Earth and heaven praise His name
All who live come join the chorus
Find the words His love proclaim
Find the words His love proclaim
Words: Gloria Gaither
Music: Michael W. Smith
In the space of the beginning
Was the living Word of light
When this Word was clearly spoken
All that came to be was right
All creation had a language
Words to say what must be said
All day long the heavens whispered
Signing words in scarlet red
Some failed to understand it
So God spoke His final Word
On a silent night in Judah's
Hills a baby's cry was heard
Glory! sang the angel chorus
Glory! echoed back the night
Love has come to walk among us
Christ the Lord is born this night
All creation sing His praises
Earth and heaven praise His name
All who live come join the chorus
Find the words His love proclaim
Find the words His love proclaim
The earth was created to glorify Him. We were born to worship Him. We do this by serving Him in everything we do.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Bridalveil in the Fall
The purchase of a new camera necessitated a photo trip to the mountains today. Rosalynn and I chose Yosemite. This photo is of Bridalveil Falls. It's a little wimpy this time of year, but still beautiful. We also got to see a couple of bears. It seems that they really like the fresh fallen acorns.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Handle with Care
As a public health nurse, I have a very different work environment than my colleagues in the hospital. Instead of bringing patients into my space where I am in control, I enter the space of my clients. Sometimes I am very pleased to see healthy, supportive families who only need a little bit of cheer-leading on my part. Other times I encounter problems that I would never want to live through. Today I discovered that one of my clients, a mother of a 3 month old little boy, has been suffering in an abusive relationship for quite some time.
Lord, give me wisdom as I try to help in this desperate and delicate situation. Be glorified as I attempt to show Your love to this young lady and her family.
Lord, give me wisdom as I try to help in this desperate and delicate situation. Be glorified as I attempt to show Your love to this young lady and her family.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Here I Am
"Lord send me anywhere; only go with me.
Lay any burden upon my heart; only sustain me.
And sever any tie that binds save the tie that binds
me to thy heart. Jesus, my King, my life, my all.
I again consecrate my life to thee.”
~David Livingstone~
Lay any burden upon my heart; only sustain me.
And sever any tie that binds save the tie that binds
me to thy heart. Jesus, my King, my life, my all.
I again consecrate my life to thee.”
~David Livingstone~
Sunday, October 15, 2006
One-Anothering
I didn't coin the word, but I think one-anothering is a great English version of the verb fellowship or the idea of being community. It comes from a colleague’s rendering of what the "one another" passages from the New Testament command us to do. In other words, it is the verb form of what we are to do to one another.
I'm attending a Sunday school class about community. It has really got me thinking. I've been in the church all of my life. I attended Sunday school and youth group through my school years, but when I took a break from college, I found that there was no longer a neat little slot that I could fit into at church. Because I loved ministry, I stuck around in the youth group for a few years and discipled jr. high and high school girls, but there was still this lingering knowledge that I really didn't have a place. That dilemma has continued, on and off, until now. The church leadership at Calvary apparently agrees with me. They are searching for a pastor for young people 18-30-something years of age. Of course, that is a monumental task given the highly dynamic nature of that age group, but I applaud the wisdom of the church leadership in attempting to address the need.
But I wonder how one is to go about ministering specifically to young people. We, as a culture, like neat little slots that we can assign people to. When someone doesn’t fit into any of the slots we have created, we get nervous and attempt to make a new slot. More and more, young people don’t fit into slots. Maybe it is postmodern influence, but I think it is a good thing.
Perhaps the church has gotten too slot-happy and needs to explore one-anothering. Perhaps we all need to re-explore being a community. Maybe having Sunday school classes or outings or pot-lucks for all age groups, marital statuses, or genders would be a good start. Perhaps we need to stop segregating ourselves so much and start integrating. Most of the most valued people in my life have not been people that are just like me. I’ve loved spending time with older, widowed women, young children, college kids, married couples, and single people, and I’ve learned precious lessons from all of these categories.
I don’t want to deny the value of spending time with people from our own homogenous group. Just today a friend spoke of how much he has grown by being in a men’s Bible study. I know that I have had similar experiences, but I just want to experiment a little more with this idea of one-anothering and see where it leads.
I'm attending a Sunday school class about community. It has really got me thinking. I've been in the church all of my life. I attended Sunday school and youth group through my school years, but when I took a break from college, I found that there was no longer a neat little slot that I could fit into at church. Because I loved ministry, I stuck around in the youth group for a few years and discipled jr. high and high school girls, but there was still this lingering knowledge that I really didn't have a place. That dilemma has continued, on and off, until now. The church leadership at Calvary apparently agrees with me. They are searching for a pastor for young people 18-30-something years of age. Of course, that is a monumental task given the highly dynamic nature of that age group, but I applaud the wisdom of the church leadership in attempting to address the need.
But I wonder how one is to go about ministering specifically to young people. We, as a culture, like neat little slots that we can assign people to. When someone doesn’t fit into any of the slots we have created, we get nervous and attempt to make a new slot. More and more, young people don’t fit into slots. Maybe it is postmodern influence, but I think it is a good thing.
Perhaps the church has gotten too slot-happy and needs to explore one-anothering. Perhaps we all need to re-explore being a community. Maybe having Sunday school classes or outings or pot-lucks for all age groups, marital statuses, or genders would be a good start. Perhaps we need to stop segregating ourselves so much and start integrating. Most of the most valued people in my life have not been people that are just like me. I’ve loved spending time with older, widowed women, young children, college kids, married couples, and single people, and I’ve learned precious lessons from all of these categories.
I don’t want to deny the value of spending time with people from our own homogenous group. Just today a friend spoke of how much he has grown by being in a men’s Bible study. I know that I have had similar experiences, but I just want to experiment a little more with this idea of one-anothering and see where it leads.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Torn Between Worlds
I love being back in Manteca. It is good to be close to family, and my new job is great. But I miss Southern California, the friends I have there, and sometimes even working in the ER. …and I long to be in Cameroon, to serve God among the Baka who need Him so desperately. Three different worlds, and somehow my heart is in all of them. But if there is one thing that I’ve learned in my travels, it is that this world is not our home. God designed us in such a way that I don’t think it is possible to be completely content in one place for very long. Maybe the longing that I have for those other places stems from a deep-seated longing for heaven. Just maybe.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Jesus and the Lamb
Today I was reminded of a painting by an artist named Katherine Brown. The painting is called Jesus and the Lamb. Out of respect for the artist and her copyright, I will not show the image here, but you could always google it.
I first saw a copy of the painting in my friend's house in Cameroon. One day she told me that a Baka boy named Samba asked her who the man in the picture was. She said that it broke her heart, because she did not yet know enough Baka language to be able to introduce him to Jesus. Every time I see that painting, I think of Samba and his family and friends who can only hear about Jesus if someone knows enough Baka to tell them.
Now, only a few short years later, Samba has heard about Jesus and is even teaching others! He has become a preacher and a leader in his community. Praise God for planting curiosity in a young man's mind and for preparing him uniquely to be a vessel of His Word.
I first saw a copy of the painting in my friend's house in Cameroon. One day she told me that a Baka boy named Samba asked her who the man in the picture was. She said that it broke her heart, because she did not yet know enough Baka language to be able to introduce him to Jesus. Every time I see that painting, I think of Samba and his family and friends who can only hear about Jesus if someone knows enough Baka to tell them.
Now, only a few short years later, Samba has heard about Jesus and is even teaching others! He has become a preacher and a leader in his community. Praise God for planting curiosity in a young man's mind and for preparing him uniquely to be a vessel of His Word.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Bombay
Below is an email update from a friend who is in Bombay and narrowly missed becoming a casualty of the recent terrorist attack there. Please pray for Chris and his team as well as the people of Bombay as they deal with the aftermath of this horrible attack. And praise be to God for the obvious protection that He gave Chris and his team members.
Dear all,
In case you haven't heard from CNN or BBC, Bombay was hit by a major
terrorist attack yesterday.
Between 6:00pm and 6:30pm IST, a series of seven bomb blasts hit the
Western Railway Line. All of the bombs were planted either on the trains,
or at various stations along the railway line. The Western Line runs
through some of the most heavily populated areas of Bombay, and
approximately 6 million people use this line for transport every day. The
bombs were timed to go off within a twelve minute period, and 6:00-6:30 is
about the time that rush hour starts, so the trains were packed about to
the limit when the bombs went off. It was very deliberately planned to
cause maximum casualties and illicit fear from the general populace. The
estimated body count is now around 175 people, with another 500-1000
people estimated to be injured in the blasts and the panic that ensued
afterward.
This series of attacks hit me very close to home. I use the Western Line
to go to work every single day. I leave work at around 6:00pm, and am
still on the trains at 6:30pm, since my commute takes about an hour. I
travel in the men's first class compartment, which is the exact
compartment in which every bomb that was planted on the trains was
detonated. By the grace of God, my boss let me go home early yesterday.
I missed travelling on the trains during the time the bombs went off by
only an hour. Three of the bomb blasts affected the route I take every
day. One detonated at the station in the suburb I live, one detonated at
the station in the area where my office is located, and one detonated at a
station in between those two stops.
Telecommunications were almost completely frozen by the government
yesterday, and I was unable to make outgoing calls. This left many of our
staff scrambling in the dark to figure out if anyone from our office had
been injured or killed in the blasts. Until this morning, many of us were
unreachable, stranded by the lack of public transportation, and
unaccounted for. This morning, we were able to ascertain that only one
member of our staff had been injured. He was travelling in one of the
compartments in which a bomb was detonated. By a stroke of divine
providence, he is only suffering from a burn on his hand, and a gash on
his head that required a few stitches. While hospitalized, he is doing
all right, and will quickly recover, at least from the physical trauma.
Please pray that he can also cope with the mental and emotional trauma.
Other than that, several of our office staff were saved by split second
decisions not to get on trains that were wired with explosives. The
number of close calls we had yesterday is amazing, and it smacks of a
sense of God intervening on our behalf.
If all of you could please pray for the situation in the aftermath of this
tragedy, we would appreciate it. There are worries that local Hindu
fundamentalist groups will blame the attacks on local Muslims, which will
lead to riots and lynchings. Violent exchanges between various
underground Muslim gangs and fundamentalist Hindu groups has been
happening for decades in this city, and we are hoping that these blasts
won't serve to fuel hatred between the two groups. Pray this does not
happen, or things could get really ugly. Pray also that the families of
those who have been injured or killed might find comfort and peace. And
that the government might find the individuals involved in the blasts and
bring them to justice.
Most of all, know that I am doing all right. The primary worry that I
have now is how some members of my team will deal with the stress of the
trauma and the fear that might grip the city. Pray that we won't be
afraid. I think this is the one piece of advice that Jesus most often
gave to his disciples and I know that, if we really let fear grip us, it
could lead to self-absorbtion and a multitude of sins. Pray that the
Christians here might be a light to others, and be a source of peace,
comfort and reconciliation to those around us.
Peace of Christ,
-Chris
Dear all,
In case you haven't heard from CNN or BBC, Bombay was hit by a major
terrorist attack yesterday.
Between 6:00pm and 6:30pm IST, a series of seven bomb blasts hit the
Western Railway Line. All of the bombs were planted either on the trains,
or at various stations along the railway line. The Western Line runs
through some of the most heavily populated areas of Bombay, and
approximately 6 million people use this line for transport every day. The
bombs were timed to go off within a twelve minute period, and 6:00-6:30 is
about the time that rush hour starts, so the trains were packed about to
the limit when the bombs went off. It was very deliberately planned to
cause maximum casualties and illicit fear from the general populace. The
estimated body count is now around 175 people, with another 500-1000
people estimated to be injured in the blasts and the panic that ensued
afterward.
This series of attacks hit me very close to home. I use the Western Line
to go to work every single day. I leave work at around 6:00pm, and am
still on the trains at 6:30pm, since my commute takes about an hour. I
travel in the men's first class compartment, which is the exact
compartment in which every bomb that was planted on the trains was
detonated. By the grace of God, my boss let me go home early yesterday.
I missed travelling on the trains during the time the bombs went off by
only an hour. Three of the bomb blasts affected the route I take every
day. One detonated at the station in the suburb I live, one detonated at
the station in the area where my office is located, and one detonated at a
station in between those two stops.
Telecommunications were almost completely frozen by the government
yesterday, and I was unable to make outgoing calls. This left many of our
staff scrambling in the dark to figure out if anyone from our office had
been injured or killed in the blasts. Until this morning, many of us were
unreachable, stranded by the lack of public transportation, and
unaccounted for. This morning, we were able to ascertain that only one
member of our staff had been injured. He was travelling in one of the
compartments in which a bomb was detonated. By a stroke of divine
providence, he is only suffering from a burn on his hand, and a gash on
his head that required a few stitches. While hospitalized, he is doing
all right, and will quickly recover, at least from the physical trauma.
Please pray that he can also cope with the mental and emotional trauma.
Other than that, several of our office staff were saved by split second
decisions not to get on trains that were wired with explosives. The
number of close calls we had yesterday is amazing, and it smacks of a
sense of God intervening on our behalf.
If all of you could please pray for the situation in the aftermath of this
tragedy, we would appreciate it. There are worries that local Hindu
fundamentalist groups will blame the attacks on local Muslims, which will
lead to riots and lynchings. Violent exchanges between various
underground Muslim gangs and fundamentalist Hindu groups has been
happening for decades in this city, and we are hoping that these blasts
won't serve to fuel hatred between the two groups. Pray this does not
happen, or things could get really ugly. Pray also that the families of
those who have been injured or killed might find comfort and peace. And
that the government might find the individuals involved in the blasts and
bring them to justice.
Most of all, know that I am doing all right. The primary worry that I
have now is how some members of my team will deal with the stress of the
trauma and the fear that might grip the city. Pray that we won't be
afraid. I think this is the one piece of advice that Jesus most often
gave to his disciples and I know that, if we really let fear grip us, it
could lead to self-absorbtion and a multitude of sins. Pray that the
Christians here might be a light to others, and be a source of peace,
comfort and reconciliation to those around us.
Peace of Christ,
-Chris
Saturday, July 01, 2006
...Beginning of Another
It is with great excitement that I begin another chapter in life. I will be moving back up to Manteca and taking a position as a public health nurse with San Joaquin County. This kind of work will be completely different than what I am used to as an emergency nurse, but it sounds like it will be interesting, rewarding and a complete change of pace. I will be working with at risk pregnant moms and newborns, visiting them in their homes. It is the kind of work that I really think is suited to a person like me, and I am so excited, if not a little nervous, to get started.
End of One Chapter...
Yesterday was a momentous day in my nursing career. I had my yearly evaluation, in which I received a promotion to Clinical Nurse II and a small raise. Everyone always says the first year as a nurse is a time of growing and learning. As I look back at where I was a year ago, I recognize that God has given me many opportunities to develop my nursing skill and to grow into what my manager calls a "competent clinician." I've been blessed to be able to begin my nursing career in the emergency room, where every day is a learning experience. I still feel very much like the "advanced beginner" that I was hired as, and I have a lot to learn still, but my time as an emergency nurse is drawing to a close. I also gave my resignation yesterday. Life is taking a little different turn now, but I thank God for the opportunity to begin where I did.
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