LONG TIME COMING
It has been a little over a month since I was installed as interim pastor at Jipi Japa church and all I can say is thank you for your prayers. Not only are they welcome but they are needed. Leading a church is an incredible responsibility and while I'm taking on this role with all of my heart I can honestly say I really like that I've not felt called to this role in a permanent capacity. Through just this month I've come to believe that my many many dear friends that are pastors are in addition completely out of their minds. Perhaps the pastoral role is different in the U.S.A. but in my current context the pastoral office is one of immense authority in which you become the source for counsel for a myriad of issues that range from spiritual to medial, marital to financial. And yet, while sometimes it feels like way more than any human should be expected to endure, this experience more than anything else I have ever done has driven me to an understanding of my need for God. This experience more than anything else has helped me to understand God's love for his people as well as possible disappointment, frustration, irritation, anger and yet compassion for we his terribly flawed followers. And while I struggle with learning how to juggle the roles, responsibilities, pressures and difficulties of the church I have to acknowledge that I am loving this challenge and the pleasure of watching the Lord work in and through the lives of the people I've been charged with shepherding during this time. Please continue to pray as the pastoral team seeks the Lords direction in this process.
While this all sounds like incredibly big news, there is another piece of my puzzle which I've not yet had the opportunity to share with you but one that brings me incredible joy. As you might have guessed from the image, yours truly has come to the end of a long life of bachelordom.
As you may or may not know, one of my greatest desires in life has always been to find someone to share my life with. I have prayed for years for this someone, (not as many years as my mother and father and possibly not as passionately) and I am glad to announce that the prayer has been answered in a way that has surpassed my expectations and exceeded my most incredible dreams.
Six months ago a friend of mine (missionary in Indonesia) started to bug me about her dear friend Naomi (a fellow missionary in Indonesia). Her claims of Naomi's beauty, intelligence, heart for the Lord, sense of humor and many other virtues sounded a lot like many other attempts that many other friends had made at "setting me up". My interest was non-existent and I blew off poor Jael time and time again. Finally one day Jael made her last stand and promised to leave me alone if I would just commit to spending one week chatting with Naomi. I being the resolute oak that I am laughed and agreed after which I wrote Naomi a quick e-mail letting her know that I had no interest in pursuing anything with her. Her response was direct, intelligent and to the point, she wasn't looking for anything either, worse case scenario there is nothing wrong with a new friend.
For fear of boring you with a long story I'll simply say this... This oak has been struck by lightning and has fallen and the bolt that brought me down is a beautiful woman named Naomi. When it became apparent that our connection was way too good to simply leave to chance Naomi and I began to seek the chance to meet face to face and miraculously she was able to travel to the USA for Christmas break. It just so happens that Naomi's mother lives only two hours away from where my parents live and we were able to spend the entire holiday together, getting to know each other in person, getting to know each other's families and confirming our suspicions that we might hit it off.
After our holiday together, I came back to Ecuador and Naomi returned to Indonesia. :( Yes that's a sad face. As we've continued to process what we feel God is leading us in we've decided that the time for developing our relationship long distance has come to an end and we must be near each other. It is with this in mind that Naomi has resigned from her position as a missionary with New Tribes in Indonesia and will be coming to Ecuador at the beginning of May to not only be near me but to get to know my life in Ecuador and study Spanish as well. She will be staying in Ecuador for three months and leaving for the U.S. at the beginning of August. My term here ends on the 25th of August so I will follow only a few weeks later.
That is all I'm going to say for the time being other than to ask for prayer as Naomi and I see the Lord's guidance for our future. We are both committed to overseas missions but do not yet know where. We want to go where the Lord leads, be it back to Ecuador or back to Indonesia. Please keep us in your prayers.
Miracles do happen!
My attendance there began shortly before my knee surgery which was followed by mono which was followed by various other things that kept me from being able to immediately get involved but I continued to attend regularly and started to get to know more and more of the people that were attending. During that year, the denomination leadership had determined the need to supply the church with an interim pastor of sorts, someone who could provide, "pastoral covering" as they like to call it here. Throughout the course of 2011 I would meet periodically with my friend Pablo and inevitably we would discuss the church and it's needs and the insufficiency of this "pastoral covering". During one of our meetings I remember Pablo asking me if I would ever be willing to become involved with the church at the pastoral level. My immediate though was, "NEVER in a Million Years". While I am seminary trained and could seek pastoral work and ordination, I've never really felt called to be the pastor of a church and yet for some reason the burden I've felt for this congregation has been burning inside of me since I visited that first day.
As you know, I've been developing a microenterprise training program to present at local churches. Towards the end of November last year I took a trip to Medellin, Colombia to visit some of the microenterprise work that is going on there in an effort to get more perspective on what other countries/ministries are doing in this realm. It was a wonderful visit full of great memories from the past as well as some wonderful new experiences. It had been 22 years since I had been to Medellin after our Evacuation in 1989 when we were told on a Friday that we had to be out of the country by Monday. It took me a few days but I soon felt like I had returned home. Having lived there for 13 years as a child, Medellin is probably the City that most formed me as a child.
A few weeks ago I had the privilege of going to the pastoral retreat where I was asked to speak to the children (youth) of pastors. I was asked to talk on the subject of life as the child of a pastor and what that means for us and our relationship with the Lord. My focus was the need to develop our own identity in Christ. Sometimes growing up in a home that is constantly in "ministry" can be difficult. Often times for children of pastors our identity is wrapped up in our parent's work and our own spiritual growth can be hindered by rebellion or complacency or even our need to be "perfect". I think in many cases that is even stronger here in Ecuador where often times a pastor's children are expected to be a part of the ministry or do things out of expectation rather than a calling. In many cases they are expected to be a part of the worship band, teach sunday school, preach, be the youth pastor... It is often simply by default rather than a true calling or passion and that personal relationship with Christ can be lost in the mix. This is also a culture in which your are told what to believe rather than encouraged to study, discern and develop your own understanding of Christ and what it means to be a christian. I encouraged the kids to not get lost in all of the expectations of perfection but to truly seek out a personal relationship with the Lord, to make it real for them rather than to simply follow along because of who their father is. I believe it was an encouraging time for them as they were able to voice some of their concerns or frustrations with being constantly under the church's microscope.
The following week I traveled out to a Bible school where I translated for my friend Aune Carlson as she spoke to the students about community. The Bible school is an 3 month, annual gathering of students from Ecuador and Sweden where they study the book of Acts and learn about missions, ministry and what it means to be the church. Our time with the students was wonderful and we were able to challenge them on going deeper in community. Because of the severe cultural differences there are some very clear divisions that are perpetuated by each culture's observation of differences in how things are viewed or how they respond to various scenarios. In many cases, these differences are viewed in a negative light. We asked the students to list out some of the differences that they had noticed in their time there and it was interesting to hear how the differences are often times described in Us vs Them language with the end result being a clear expression of our way is better. Our challenge to the students was to re-frame their way of looking at differences to try to understand the why behind the differences in order to potentially understand that different isn't wrong or worse but that there are some cultural reasons for those differences and that we can learn from them and potentially find a valid purpose in them.
FINALLY...as related to the title of this letter.
Despite what has been a difficult year, the Lord continues to work in and around me in some amazing ways. During the last couple of years I've been developing some important relationship with the guys that Joey and I used to play soccer with. During this time my desire has always been to be able to study the bible with these friends in a deep and meaningful way and the time has finally come. Especially over the last year I've been suggesting to them individually that I would love to study the word with them and as time has passed they have become more and more receptive.
You know their names because I've asked you to pray for them from time to time and this last Wednesday I invited Pedro, David, and Daniel, along with their wives and or girl friends over for dinner. Joined by my good friend and fellow missionary David Gardeen and his wife we've been praying for these friends and seeking the Lord's guidance so that beyond the gospel that we've been sharing with them on a day to day basis we would be able to enter into something deeper. After dinner this Wednesday I asked the group if they would be willing to go through a Bible study with me and as is the Lord's faithful standard, their hearts were open and they are all willing.
Additional Prayer Requests:
This has continued to be a difficult year for me as the physical struggles have at times turned into other struggles. Please pray that I will find the strength to continue on.
The town of Zancudo (mosquito) is on the western side of Ecuador near the border with Colombia. After riding a bus all night from Quito you arrive at a little town where you have to then get on a motorized canoe to then procede another three hours up river to the first of three communities. Zancudo, Santo Domingo and Colon are three small villages populated by the decedents of escaped African slaves. When slave ships were circling the continent, they would pull into fresh water inlets for a few days to kill the barnacles that had accumulated on the boat so that they could then be scraped off of the hull. Sometimes in this fresh water inlets the slaves would revolt and escape into the jungle.
In 1956 five missionaries working in Ecuador were desperately trying to make contact with an indigenous group in the jungle in order to save their lives. There was external pressure for the Ecuadorian government to go into the jungle and wipe out the Waorani people. According to some anthropologists, the Waorani at that time were the most murderous people group in history. Through revenge killings from one village to another was devastating their population. Their intolerance for visitors was just as violent and there was rumors of government intervention to wipe them out completely.
I know, according to the church calendar I'm a few weeks late on using this title but it's a truth that always rings true no matter what the date. It's also what someone said at the denominational offices here in Quito when they saw me this week. I apologize for the long silence in my communication but it's been a very rough 2011. He is risen was an appropriate comment towards me because it had been nearly two months since I had been seen anywhere outside of my own home. As you well know I started my year with an end of January knee surgery. After nearly two months of physical therapy I was feeling in tip top shape when I started to feel ill. Normally when I start to feel sick I refuse to allow it to take over and in fact 90% of the time I feel better the next day. Even when others around me are getting sick I refuse to allow it to attack me and sure enough I don't get sick. I thought it would be the same this time but as luck would have it, a week after I had started to feel ill I was feeling worse every day. Finally after about a week and a half I woke up one day and every single joint in my body ached so bad that I could barely move.
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