By Sat, Aug 15, 2009
In rural Uganda, just south of the equator, Matthew Rogness and thirty-three other North Americans on an interdenominational e3 mission trip (click here to learn more about e3) worked door to door with teams of national lay-evangelists and translators. Nearby, we offered free eye-glasses, dental, and medical care in a make-shift clinic. Sharing testimonies and the gospel door-to-door to make disciples and help the nationals plant several new churches seemed to quicken our step. Watching strangers earnestly accept the gospel message seemed to take some of the fear out of this bare knuckles evangelism. Joy took its place and peace prevailed despite monumental setbacks and lurching schedule changes. Was this joy akin to how Jesus' short-term missionaries felt in Luke 10?
Within three years, it seems the Lord had cleared the way for a Church of the Lutheran Brethren team to visit Cameroon to help plant two more new churches in Jesus' name. In preparing for the journey, I witnessed the hand of God persevere with us in this direction despite severe personal health problems, airline failures, escalating costs, and last minute visa hitches. Five months prior to departure I suffered a crushing wrist injury requiring a four and a half hour surgical repair. Then, five weeks before leaving an emergency aneurysm repair in my groin was complicated by life-threatening blood loss. Prolonged recovery from both illnesses kept me from much of the preparation for leading this trip. In addition to her own duties as co-leader, almost all my leadership responsibilities fell to my wife, Trisch. Yet God was faithful and His love steadfast in supplying our every need, demonstrating repeatedly that He required none of our strength, intellect, training, experience, or possessions - only the willingness of ordinary people.
- Noel Johnson
Day One:
Arriving at the Welcome Center in Chad
Last night we loaded 21 Americans, and a handful of locals, into a travel bus. Our luggage was loaded on top of the bus, possibly 5 feet high, and it stretched as far as the bus would allow. We were driving through the city to the Welcome Center and it was extremely dark. The city looked like a scene from a post-apocalyptic movie and, in most places the city looked abandoned. In the darkness you could see silhouettes of Africans sleeping next to broken down walls; many people were sleeping on the side of the road. I'm guessing that is the only home they have.
In some places fires were burning, and they would give light to the surrounding activity. In many places there would be a small group of people hovered around the fire talking. I was curiously gazing at all of the people and sights that we passed. A group of men shifted their attention from one another to the passing bus of foreigners. I could feel their stares, as our bus passed by, and Pastor Randy Paulson asked "What does God think when He looks down on this city?" I knew the answer, but I couldn't respond; I was too choked up. After a few moments of silence Pastor Randy answered, "He sees a city with people that He loves." Yes, Lord! When you see this city you see a harvest, you see a mission. The very mission that cost you your life!
- Lars Coleman
Day Two:
Crossing the border into Cameroon
When the bus rolled into Kousseri, Cameroon, the border authorities required registration of the bus and each of the passengers. The bus driver parked on the far left side of the road, and throngs of people, motorcycles, and overloaded trucks swarmed around us while we waited for the important paperwork. With no air conditioning, we hoped for a breeze through the windows. As the temperature rose inside the bus, our pink skin glistened and we wet our mouths with lukewarm bottled water from the Welcome Center. We waited.
We were a group of strangers in an uncomfortable place so I suggested it may be time to pray together. We prayed. Then Pastor Randy Mortenson quoted Psalm 91:
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
As he recited the Living Word, I heard God's provision and protection for us in a personal way. God knew we were fragile beings in this heat, but He also knew the comfort and coolness provided in Scripture. The temperature in the bus probably didn't fall, but we were invigorated and encouraged as many in the group shared favorite scriptures which ministered to our souls and sweating bodies.
Living in Washington, I don't normally seek shade, but I certainly learned to treasure "the rest in the shadow of the Almighty" as we rode in the bus and later wandered in the scorching neighborhoods of Garoua.
- Janet Tangen
Day Three:
Arriving in Garoua, Cameroon
I heard in the audio book of Paul Theroux's Dark Star Safari that "safari" simply means "journey." As we travel from Maroua to Garoua, looking out at the beautiful Cameroon savanna on a beautiful sunwashed day, I think again about this safari we're on together.
There's already something about this place, even the African terrain, which gets into me. It's not just another landscape. It's Africa. My church, Ebenezer LB Church in Mayville, North Dakota, has sent me on this safari. A word I'd never connected to myself before is "apostle." Not with a capital A, but simply as "one being sent." I'm suddenly aware of this sending, this sending of me by my church to reach out with the Gospel to the people of Garoua. And something else, which maybe they didn't know. Something we sensed God leading us toward. Something about simply responding to God, and going, and seeing.
It's all part of the spiritual safari. And I'm not going alone. Yes, there are others on the bus with me, but there are also all those who sent us. An apostle is very aware of his sender; and of his Sender.
After two days of plane travel and another two days in a bus, I am tired when we finally reach Garoua. This will be our harvest field for the next few days. We will need God's strength. We rest and trust in the support of our Sender.
Meeting President Goyek and a number of other pastors and dignitaries feels like a dream realized overlapping with another dream just begun. A band of young people plays music and sings and sways and claps in front of President Goyek's house all afternoon long. Soon, together with our newly-met Cameroonian brothers and sisters, we will embark on a journey together through the dusty roads of Garoua. This is Africa. This is what it means to be an apostle of Jesus Christ.
- Randy Mortenson
Day Four:
Sunday Worship
On Sunday morning, far down a deeply rutted and narrow alley, we attended the first of two scheduled church services. The Aviation Church stands on an impeccably kept lot and is plain but tastefully decorated and spacious, holding possibly 800.
The second service was at Yelwa Church (built by missionary Roy Erickson) and is considerably larger. The grounds are spacious and the building was constructed in the form of a cross. This building served, that day, a packed crowd of around 1,200.
In both churches, we were ushered in, warmly welcomed and placed in positions at the front of the church, observing first an explosion of color and dynamic, rhythmic singing. The parishioners, all in their colorful native Sunday best, were already in the midst of worship-a smiling, swaying, dancing crowd with a worship team playing drums, guitars and a keyboard. The atmosphere of worship, even though the lyrics were not understood by us, was profoundly moving. At predetermined times entire sections of the church would stand and provide the "special" music.
In the second church, a wedding was also a part of the service and a highlight was Pastor Goyek calling on Lars Coleman to bless the union. The sermon was delivered in both churches by Rev. Randy Mortenson, interpreted by native speakers. There were tears in our group coming from the realization that the Body of Christ transcends all nationalities and the joy in which we were participating had everything to do with "Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven." We experienced for a short time the dynamic of the answer to that universal prayer.
- Tim Nordtvedt
Day Five:
First day of door-to-door visits
I'm so glad that Pastor Goyek explained things in a way that hadn't occurred to me. Today was our first day of evangelism and it went a little different than I thought it should. We didn't actually go to any homes until mid-afternoon, but now I can see the reason why.
The first part of our day felt like it consisted of mostly driving around or waiting. We drove back and forth from the hotel to Pastor Goyek's and to the Aviation Church a few different times. We waited at the hotel; we waited at Pastor Goyek's; and we waited at church. This morning, while we were waiting at church to be matched up with our Cameroonian evangelists/translators, most of us played with the kids that were around.
"Hallelu, hallelu, hallelu, hallelujah. Praise ye the Lord" is a little more difficult with the language barrier, but it was great to watch the kids' joy-filled faces and it turned out to be a fun way to wait!
Once we finally got the chance to go door-to-door with our team, Tim, Etienne, Joel and I went to a few different homes and shared the gospel. It was amazing to see that people were very open to hearing about Jesus and were interested in the new church that was being planted. I wish I knew if they were already believers or if this were the first time they had heard the Good News, but I guess I need to remember that it's God's work, not mine.
The good thing that Pastor Goyek said tonight is that it was critical for us to be almost "paraded" around town. Not that we need to be an attraction for people, but that it's important for people to know we're here so when we come knocking on doors, they're prepared for us. Of course! Why didn't I think of that?
- Kari Swanson
Day Six:
Second day of door-to-door visits
I was blessed to have Susan Ellenwood from Edmonton, Alberta as my teammate. She shared during our morning group devotions from John 21, the story of the disciples coming in and meeting Jesus after their evening of fishing. "They fished all night, but they caught no fish..." As Jesus watched from the shore, He tells them, "Throw your net on the right side of the boat, and you will find some" (v. 6). So they cast it, and now they were not able to haul it in, because of the quantity of fish. Susan continued to share how the passage says there were 153 fish caught that day. She then questioned, why 153? Would 154 have broken the nets or 152 mean the nets would not have been fully utilized? She ended by saying God gives us exactly what we need. Our team was Hiway, Anna, Augustine, and YaYa. Our "translators" didn't speak much English, but God didn't need them to. They knew the gospel story.
Some of the people we met that day did not want to hear our message. Others listened, but didn't want to accept the gift for themselves. We met a mother and child at one of the last huts we visited. As we shared the salvation story, we said what we wanted and pointed at the pictures on our Evangecubes. Our translators then said something that represented what we had pointed at. Upon hearing the story, the mother wanted to know how she could receive salvation. After we prayed with her, her husband came home, walking in with one of our other translators. He too had accepted Jesus for the first time as our translator talked with him while we were talking with his wife! God gave us exactly what we needed in our group. We were expecting translators, but instead He gave us evangelists!
- Jeff Langness
Day Seven:
Last day in Garoua - tent meeting
"I home go you." Through broken English Evelyn finally expressed her sentiments so I understood what she had been laboring to tell me. It was our last night together and we were at the tent meeting celebrating the new church plant. As I was hit with the gravity of Evelyn's request, my feelings of inadequacy and powerlessness were overwhelming. The mother in me wanted desperately to take her home and fight any obstacle in our way with the certainty that nothing could stop us.
I met Evelyn the first night of training with our nationals. After giving my testimony and the gospel, she was insistent that we have more time together. Evelyn had so many questions. Most seem to center on how a woman could stay encouraged in the faith while living in such a sinful world. The opportunities for women in the church that we have in North America were just a jaw-dropping dream to her. Our time together, even with our lack of common language skills, was too short.
I resorted to the obvious responses, "You must finish school. You are too young," before I resigned to what I didn't want to say: "I can't." My mind still frantically tried to figure out a way to make her situation better. It was obvious that Evelyn's heart was breaking. She was, after all, only seventeen. I rested on what I knew to be the best response. I promised to do the most powerful thing I know to do, pray, and trusting the Lord to meet all her needs through Him.
- Tresa Myers
Day Eight:
A day at the Market in Maroua
Woo - Hoo!! I love the Market! My first Market experience six years ago in Ndjamena was nothing short of amazing! Today in Maroua is just as incredible.
I really don't like shopping at home, but here - what fun! Colorful fabrics, carved animals and bowls, knives and spears, something for everybody! Everything is negotiable - a counter offer is part of the dance. Start with half and then see what happens. If the counter offers are too much you can try walking away to see if they really want your business. It's always fun when they follow you to make the sale.
Sometimes you don't quite know what a fair price is; you don't want to pay too much but you want to be fair to the seller. Our hosts are along to help mediate for us. "They are missionaries and are here to help us. They have given up much to be here and you need to give them ‘best and last' price"! Such memories!
Memories are good. They mold me. They help me find what is important. Sometimes I don't get the best deal, but sometimes I get more than I ever dreamed was possible!
I am a couple of days away from leaving Africa again. My big purchase this trip was a shirt to remind me of a place that has people that I will miss and pray for, and my co-workers in the harvest. I can hardly wait to hear how they will remember this trip!
- Mike Braaten
Day Nine:
Arriving back at the Welcome Center
I was hot, tired, and feeling somewhat emotionally, physically, and spiritually spent as we again cross the river from Kousseri, Cameroon into Chad. I spotted Dan who gave us a welcoming smile and I felt "home" again, somehow. We followed his motorcycle to the Welcome Center to find the friends we had left; was it really only a week ago? So much had happened. There were eager ears to hear our stories, smiles and hugs to soothe and assure, hot showers to shed the layers of dust, soft beds to lay our tired and sore bodies upon after the long bus ride, a delicious meal of "American food" complete with dessert and cold beverages-what more could we want?
And then songs of praise, with grateful hearts and voices, rang out in four-part harmony as if practiced for weeks as our hearts worshipped our faithful King of Kings and LORD of Lords together. How sweet a transition back to our "normal" lives from short-term missions, sharing time with our amazing and gracious long-term missionaries: Steve and Janice, Marcos and Kirsten, Dan and Rachel. How could I possibly say thank you for their wonderful hospitality, welcoming smiles, generous sharing of bedrooms and personal spaces, fabulous meals, and a tiny glimpse into what life must be like for all of our missionaries living in Chad?
I will never think of them or pray for them the same. My thoughts are nearer, my prayers deeper and dearer for their protection, health, spiritual steadfastness and witness to their communities as they share the light of Christ with men and women in Chad. My heart is longing to fellowship with them again and is filled with praise to our King. "Thank you" is inadequate, but it is all I have besides my love, prayers, and memories which call me back to West Africa everyday! Merci beaucoup, nos frères et soeurs au Chad.
- Trisch Johnson