Showing posts with label missionary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label missionary. Show all posts

Thursday, December 19, 2013

OUR PEACE CHILD

How could one small baby 
bring peace between men out 
to harm each other?



That's what Canadian missionary Don Richardson asked himself. He and his college sweetheart Carol had married and then felt the call of God to share the Good News with the Sawi tribes-people of Irian Jaiya.

After many months working among these volatile warring tribes, one day he threatened them as arrows began flying outside his house. He cried out that he'd go and work among other villagers if they didn't quit their feuding and make peace.  Suddenly one man ran off and took his baby son from his wife. She screamed and wrenched it away from him. Then another man from the opposition hurried to his house and took up his baby son. His wife shrieked and wailed but couldn't stop him when he handed over their baby to a man who he had been fighting. As the man accepted the child others laid hands on it amidst women's cries.

Shattered by this show of great emotion Don asked what was happening. "This is the only way to make peace between us," he was told. "As long as the Peace Child lives we are safe." Don had the answer. He told them how God the Father had sent His only Son as a Peace Child between men. Wicked men killed Jesus, but He rose from the dead because He was God's Son and He lives forever. So they had no need to do this anymore once they believed in Him because the sacrifice of His Peace Child lasts as long as Jesus lives. And He will never die again.

And this Christmas we can thank our Father for sending His Son to give us His peace in our hearts. May you all know the blessing of His lasting peace. Remember there is nothing we can add to His perfect sacrifice, but to accept it and honor Him with our right living.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS FROM US ALL

Rita is an Australian author of Historical Romances.

www.ritagalieh.com



Thursday, September 19, 2013

BEWARE of STEREOTYPES

                                                                                       This is something authors have to keep in mind
Movie Goer
each time we create and write a character. And
stereotyping people is something we're too often
guilty of doing in real life. You only have to hear of
someone's occupation for a caricature to spring to mind.

One example: A MISSIONARY.

Now according to many Hollywood films I've seen, a missionary is usually seen as either of two types - a gentle, absent-minded soul who can't make it in the real world. Or a harsh tyrant trampling culture and forcing indigenous people to accept his own ingrained ideas of Christianity.

A real life occurrence of that mindset happened sometime ago. I'll fill in the background.

Many, many years before, five young male missionaries were speared to death in the steaming Amazon rainforests of Ecuador. They'd just begun to make overtures to the Auca Indians (as they were then known.) The mass media splashed the shocking headlines right around the world. Yet their sacrifice resulted in many great changes to those tribal people.

Now fast forward ....  When an a group of anthropology students asked permission to study these people, the tribe gave their consent. Some thirteen hours later after trekking through thick jungle and mountain gorges, the exhausted students reached camp...and fell on their faces. Once they'd recovered and eaten, the group began making pronouncements of how the missionaries had ruined their tribal culture. The people seemed puzzled. Then they were asked if they were worse off after being invaded by the missionaries, supposedly with the white man's germs killing them off.

When that was also translated the natives began to laugh uproariously. Now the students looked puzzled and asked, "What's so funny?" The tribal elders promptly answered: "No, no. We were saved from killing each other off." They then pointed out various tribal members and explained, "This man's father I killed, then his two brothers and his aunt." Another indicated a woman. "Her husband I speared, and her sister." Others soon joined in ... describing the routine of pay-back killings.

At that point the students' eyes grew rounder at the tale of horrific bloodshed.One of them asked the local missionary, "Are we safe here?"  But then the elder added, "Hating and killing we lived. But now Jesus has filled our hearts with His love. He has forgiven our many sins and now we want to tell other tribes about Him." Many an eye glistened and they experienced genuine embarrassment to realize just how far removed was the the stereotype of the bungling missionary.

Rita Stella Galieh is the author of two published books and is involved in an Australia-wide Christian radio program, VANTAGE POINT. This is an excerpt from one yet to be aired. She also shares real life stories of authors and anyone who cares to share about their personal romance/marriage in her weekly blog,
http://inspirationalromance.blogspot.com  Her contact is: ritagalieh  at  gmail  dot com  She'd love to hear from you!


Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Interview with Sylvia Stewart--and Book Giveaway!

Today I'd like to welcome special guest Sylvia Stewart to ICFW. Sylvia has spent many years in Africa, which is the setting of her tween novel Kondi's Quest.

VC: Sylvia, I see that you grew up in Africa. Were your parents missionaries?

SS: Yes, I'm an M.K. My parents served in the (then) Belgian Congo. It's had some name changes since then. We first arrived in Congo two weeks before my 6th birthday. I still remember the palm trees flashing by as our twin-prop plane went flying down the red clay runway. We spent three years in Congo, but my mother became seriously ill with amoeba, and in those days the cure for it hadn't been found so we came home. Mama weighed 88 lbs. when Daddy carried her in her dressing gown onto the homeward-bound plane.

We spent three years at home in Oregon. Mama was prayed for at camp meeting and miraculously healed. We returned to Congo when I was 13. I came home when I was 16 and Mama and Daddy stayed home until my freshman year of college. They went back to Congo just a few days before my Bible College training began. I'm 71, so all that was a long time ago.

VC: Awesome to hear about your mom's healing! And then you went back to Africa as an adult?

SS: My husband and I served for 21 years in Malawi, where this book's setting is. Then we went on to Ethiopia for another 11 years until we retired. KONDI'S QUEST is a book for pre-teens who live in unhappy circumstances. This book clearly presents the message of salvation through Christ.

VC: What is it about Africa that wrapped itself around your heart?

SS: Africa is my second home. I always longed to return there. I had planned to take nurse's training and return as a medical missionary. However, I met someone tall, dark and very handsome in my Junior year of Bible School. We were married between my Junior and Senior year with our eyes on Africa. As our District Superintendent said to me at the time we applied for missionary service, "Seeing the need is one way God calls His children to service."

VC: Did you become a nurse, then?

SS: No, I never did. However, I did a lot of dressing of wounds for Malawians. We lived 8 miles from the nearest hospital and about two from the nearest clinic, so folks in the nearby village came to the mission for help. Once, a young boy was riding his father's bike in bare feet, going fast, when he hit a bump and his foot went into the front wheel. I had to cut away the thick callous on the sole of his foot to get it to heal. I didn't have proper scissors, so used sterilized hair cutting scissors. LOLOL

VC: Tell us about an African Christmas!

SS: When I was about 9 we lived in a government rest house for several months -- over the Christmas season. There were no evergreens and that area at all, so Dad went out and cut limbs from the acacia forest surrounding the resthouse. We decorated it that morning, but by noon, the branches were wilting to the point that the balls were sliding off and breaking on the cement floor. So we quickly opened our presents, what few there were, and dismantled the tree. It was a short Christmas.

VC: Do you have any photos of Malawi to share with our blog readers?

SS: No, I don't have any uploaded to my computer. We have hundreds of slides, but haven't worked with them to digitize them. (Is digitize a word??? LOLOL) My folks have a picture of me and my brother, standing with pigmies. I was about 8 and my brother about 11. We were taller than some of the pigmies were!

VC: What was the seed for Kondi's Quest?

SS: The plight of African children always tugged at my heart. Africa's children are as darling as American, English or Eskimo ones. However, when we were there, about half of the children born in Malawi died before the age of five. Malaria, dysentery, cholera and chicken pox were too much for many of them. And now, with the AIDS pandemic, many young teens are left to raise their younger siblings. One generation is virtually gone.

I wanted to leave a legacy for the children of Africa -- a story that even village children could relate to. It is my hope that one day, KONDI'S QUEST will be translated into Chichewa and Swahili, too, perhaps. KONDI'S QUEST is a redemption story in children's language and story format. However, even though it is a pre-teens' story, adult readers have told me they love it because of the African culture, life-style and landscape.

Here's what Kondi's Quest is about:

All she longs for is her father's love. Kondi, a 12-year-old Malawian girl, is sure her father, Bambo, doesn't love her. He seems to care more about the secret brown envelope he carries with him everywhere than his own daughter. She's convinced things will improve, though, when her mother's baby arrives. Then one night Bambo beats Mai in a drunken rage, and neighbors rush her off to the hospital. Will Mai and the baby live? Will Kondi be sold off by her uncle Kakama to a rich man to be his third wife? And what could possibly be in Bambo's brown envelope? The secrets are about to be revealed. A beautiful coming-of-age story of love, betrayal, and forgiveness that you won't soon forget.

Would you like to read this beautiful story set in Africa? Sylvia has offered a copy of Kondi's Quest to one reader of this blog. If the winner lives outside the USA, they'll be awarded the ebook version. If the winner lives within the USA, they may choose either an ebook or a paperback.

To be entered, all you need to do is add a comment with your email address, and tell us something interesting about Africa. Do you live there? Have you visited? Where would you go if you could? All entries must be in by Thursday, January 5.

"Void where prohibited; the odds of winning depend on the number of entrants. Entering the giveaway is considered a confirmation of eligibility on behalf of the enterer in accord with these rules and any pertaining local/federal/international laws."



To listen to a blog talk radio interview at The River with Sylvia, click here.

Valerie Comer's life on a small farm in western Canada provides the seed for stories of contemporary inspirational romance. Like many of her characters, Valerie and her family grow much of their own food and are active in the local food movement as well as their church. She only hopes her creations enjoy their happily ever afters as much as she does hers, shared with her husband, adult kids, and adorable granddaughter.

Her first published work, a novella, will be available in the collection Rainbow's End from Barbour Books in May 2012. Visit her website and blog to glimpse inside her world.

Monday, September 19, 2011

FAITH, an acronym: Forsaking All I Trust Him The Re-birth Story (Part 1)

                                            


Robert F. Kennedy said that each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope . . . and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.

That is what the Re-birth team set out to do when they got onto that first train. At 8am on the eighth day of the eighth month they started their journey in prayer before heading for the station in Modena, Italy. I marvel at the significance of the choice of their timing to set out on this month-long outreach across Europe – 888, the number of Jesus (http://www.biblewheel.com/gr/gr_888.asp) – and that is what their journey was all about … Jesus! Showing His love; sharing His hope; living with a faith reliant on Him alone. Their mantra for this faith outreach? – “There is no plan B.”

31 days later, having covered over 15,000 kilometres of Europe by rail, foot, ferry, bus and car carrying 12kg on their backs and only €100 each in their pockets, the Re-birth team have loads of amazing stories to tell of God’s miraculous provision for them.


Like a good book, where story threads culminate in a climactic ending and leave the reader saying “Ah, now I see why that happened in the story”, we look back on Re-birth’s journey and see how God plotted their path with divine purpose. But we shouldn’t be surprised . . . after all, He is the author of our lives – the master story teller – recording and planning every day of each of our lives with pure craftsmanship.

When the team set off on that warm Italian Monday morning, they were in good spirits and in agreement that God was telling them to head for Romania first. A good friend of mine joked: “At last, someone is going there!” It took me a few seconds to understand her humorous comment. In South Africa (and perhaps in your country too?), when asked where you are going on holiday during the annual holiday season, if one is staying at home you would often reply, “I’m going to Romania” (remain here). I think the team felt they could have remained in Romania – it was one of the most beautiful places they passed through on their journey with beautiful people, and a place they want to return to one day to do missions work.

At the end of Day 1, the team found themselves stuck in Italy in a town called Udine. The train they wanted to take was only on Saturday, and there were no trains out that evening. They knew they could not sit around for 5 days … they were on a mission! As they sat huddled on a pavement, discussing how they should move forward, strumming on their guitar and singing worship songs, a woman with two children came up to them. She said she felt led to invite them to her home for the night. When she told them that she did not normally take that route home, the team were reminded that even though the trains were unfaithful, God was faithful. The family they stayed with were Mormons and the guys learnt something of the Mormon religion. They were also able to share their own personal testimonies of their faith in Jesus Christ.


The next day they could still not find a way out of Udine – all the trains and buses were full. So they decided to split into two teams and hitchhike to Tarvisio on the border of Italy and Austria. They were reunited around 11pm at the train station where an overnight train took them through Austria to Vienna and then on to Budapest in Hungry heading for Romania. 

Davide and Samuel knew they would have no problem entering Romania on their European passports, but the team had no idea whether the three South Africans would be allowed to enter the country on their Schengen visas. Natheaneal, Christo and Kyle had tried to obtain a visa to visit Romania before leaving South Africa, but because the Romanian embassy wanted an original letter of invitation from their sponsor in Romania, they gave up on this quest as it would have been impossible to obtain this letter in time for their visa application date. This visa would have cost them €60 each.

Kyle and Nathaneal hitching rides for the team from Udine to Tarvisio

In Budapest they met Réka, a young lady their age. As they conversed with her on the journey to the border, they shared their faith and personal testimonies. They spoke of the faith they had that God would get them into Romania. Réka had her doubts. She was Catholic, but God was not personal to her.

After a huddled prayer on the station platform at Beharkeresztes, the team explained their situation to the border guards as they tried to gain entry into Romania. Réka saw the team praying outside the train, as did another guy who the team later met on the train. The train was delayed for 30 minutes while the border police made some phone calls to ascertain whether the South Africans could enter the country. Suddenly their passports were stamped. God had gotten them into Romania! And for free! And what made this event even more miraculous was the fact that the border police spoke not a word of English, and Re-birth not a word of Hungarian . . . and the team’s sign language was terrible.

When they got back on the train, happy and excited, they sat in their same seats beside Réka. She was amazed that they had managed to get into Romania, and Re-birth were excited that Réka got to see God at work right in front of her eyes.

On the train, a passport officer cautioned Re-birth that they could not exit back into Hungary as they had been allowed entry into Romania for transit purposes. If they did not exit Romania correctly, they would be deported and never allowed entry again into the country. She went on to tell them which countries they could exit to – Bulgaria or Moldova (which was not an option as their train tickets did not cover travel in Moldova).

The team were hosted in Cluj, Romania, by old friends of Samuel. They also had an opportunity to visit Dallas, an informal settlement beside a huge garbage dump where two thousand people live. The people collect things like plastic bottles, which they in turn sell to make a living. Missionaries have built houses that provide gypsies from the dump with better places to live, showing them an indescribable love and compassion.


It was an awakening, challenging experience for the Re-birth team, and a ministry they would like to get involved with in the future – helping to build more houses for the people to live in.

Christo with Romanian children
After three days in Cluj, having also done street ministry in the main square, they transited out of Romania through Bulgaria. They had to head for Greece.

Once in Sofia, Bulgaria's capital city, they discovered the trains from the Greek border travelling into Greece had been cancelled - permanently! However, they had to head for Greece as this was their only option to exit Bulgaria. Perhaps they would hitchhike again once they reached the border.

Needing to find a place to sleep while waiting for the first morning train headed for Greece, they pray . . . and God answers in an amazing way as they find sleeping place on the floor of a quiet bus depot, watched over and protected by two station guards. The amazing part of this story is that they should not have been allowed to sleep there. Some guards initially walked past and told Kyle to put his camera away. Then another guard walked past and tried to chase them away, but because he couldn't speak English, he called his colleagues over. They looked at the team, talked between themselves, and then said, "Sleep!" before walking off.

That same night, Re-birth did a prayer walk through the city.

Crossing the border from Bulgaria into Greece, the guys found themselves once again needing to split into two groups to hitchhike to Thessaloniki. Within a half hour, both groups had found rides, and a few hours later, were reunited.

They took a stroll down to the port while waiting for the overnight train to Athens. It is here they met Jimmy, a homeless guy, and spent the rest of the evening showing Jimmy love and sharing their faith. The team blessed Jimmy with some items of clothing. Kyle gave Jimmy a pair of jeans, Christo gave him a pair of shorts, and Samuel gave a shirt and socks. If you read my previous blog titled “Mom, this is Jacob” (Part 1 and 2), you will remember that giving away his clothes is somewhat of a habit with my youngest son. But isn’t that what being Jesus to people is all about?

Kyle, Davide, Jimmy, Samuel & Christo

Day 9 of the journey was one of the toughest for the team. They had hoped to work with a refugee ministry in Greece, but this didn’t work out as the mission was preparing to close for the holidays. Athens was hot, and the team were tired and dirty. They were uncertain of what to do next. But the break, the day without ministry, was just what they needed as they spent time really talking and clearing up misunderstandings. 

However, they still faced a dilemma – how to move on from Greece. Going back north was not a great option due to the transit visa through Bulgaria (not to mention the absence of trains), and they couldn’t get to Patras to catch a ferry to Italy due to the train connection being suspended for maintenance. Deciding to find a cheap flight to any Schengen country, they headed for Athens airport. Not a single ticket could be found for under €200.

After being woken twice during the night and moved by airport security, the five weary travellers moved outside where they spent the night on hard concrete, stretched out in an alley between luggage trolleys and a glass building.



It was a night of learning for the team as they came to realise that they had been so caught up looking for a way out of Greece, that they had neglected their ministry and had not spent nearly enough time in the presence of Jesus. They knew this was the reason their motivation and spirits had gone on a downward spiral. They dedicated time to prayer and reading the Word, learning anew that they could not do this journey without God.
 
Awaking spiritually and mentally refreshed, they considered hitchhiking once again, but they would soon experience God providing a better way.
 
Travel on the Metro out of Athens airport was not an option as a ticket from there to anywhere cost €8 and they could not use their Global Passes. So the team decided to take the suburban train line (which didn’t go to Athens) to a nearby town as once out of the airport radius, they would be able to catch the Metro back to Athens for only €1.50. When the team got on this surburban train, they noticed the train indicated that it went to Patras. They got off at a main station and found an information office. It was here that an elderly woman working at info told them they could take the bus to Patras with their Eurail / Interail tickets because the train lines were closed due to maintenance. The team’s initial plan had been to get back to Athens and take the train back to the top of Greece, hitchhike once more to the Bulgarian border and then head back the way they had come through Bulgaria and Romania as they saw no other way out. Once again, however, God was faithful in guiding them, providing a way when there seemed no other way.
 
In hindsight we see the reason they had to go to Athens airport. What seemed like a wrong decision the night before turned out to be part of the Master’s plan. Like I said earlier in this blog . . . threads! And masterfully woven ones at that.
 
But, there was no guarantee there would be space available on the ferry once they got to Patras. Again they placed their hope in Jesus and got on the bus heading for the west coast of Greece.
 
When the team arrived in Patras, they not only found tickets at a reasonable price on the ferry leaving the next evening, they also discovered when one of the team’s supporters sent an SMS, that two rooms had been booked for them that night in a hotel in Patras.
 
After the valley . . . the mountain peak. God had blessed them with hot showers, soft beds with pillows and crisp white sheets. And the best . . . a hearty breakfast on the dining room balcony the following morning. Patras pamperings straight from the Father’s heart!


The following day, Re-birth had good ministry in Patras, especially with some Muslim refugees from northern Africa.


We’ve only travelled a third of the way on the Re-birth journey and there are so many more amazing stories to share with you, but for now I think I’ve more than used up my allotted word count.

Please visit the Re-birth website www.the-rebirth.com and check out their Europe documentary teaser on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oqq_zR9hl3I&hd=1
If you look carefully, you will see the homeless man in Milan that I referred to in my last blog “Fashion, fashion everywhere ... but not a thread to spare!” How thankful he looks to have a needle and thread to fix his pants.

The full documentary will be released in November 2011.

Additional fun video clips that the team call “Splashes” can be found at:


MARION UECKERMANN’s writing passion was sparked in 2001 when she moved to Ireland with her husband and two sons. Since then Marion has been honing her skills and has published some devotional articles in Winners at Work and The One Year Book of Joy and Laughter (published August 2011), as well as inspirational poetry online and in a poetry journal. She has written her first Christian Women’s novel (unpublished) and is currently working on the sequel as well as a Historical Romance novel. Marion now lives in Pretoria East, South Africa in an empty nest with her husband and a crazy black ‘Scottie’. A member and moderator of the Christian Writers of South Africa, Marion can be contacted via email on marionu(at)telkomsa(dot)net.


Thursday, May 19, 2011

Review & GIveaway: Our Witchdoctors are too Weak

Today is International Christian NONfiction Writers day here on the blog, with the review of a book that reads like a fantastic tale, but is nonetheless a true story.

Deep in the Amazon jungle, the Wilo people waited for a missionary to come teach them "God's Talk." They'd heard bits of it in Spanish and other tribal languages (which none of them spoke fluently) and they'd been asking for twenty-five years for someone to come explain it to them.

Davey Jank was the answer to their request, and over time he was joined by several other missionaries, including his wife, Marie, intent on learning the Wilo language and culture. There's no Rosetta Stone for Wilo! Davey and his partners had to learn it the hard way, and it took ten years before they understood well enough to begin teaching "God's Talk." New Tribes Mission advocates chronological teaching from Genesis onward, laying the groundwork for understanding what Jesus' sacrifice really means.

The tribal people found the strangers to be extremely interesting and spent hours peering in the windows and doors. Early on, Davey records:
I was like a TV set for these tribal people, a window through which they could gaze upon a limitless amount of curious and foreign scenes. No doubt they would be ecstatic when my co-workers arrived, as it would provide them the option of changing channels.


Davey and Marie's story, Our Witchdoctors are too Weak: The Rebirth of an Amazon Tribe, is told in an anecdotal style with a wry sense of humor. If you're interested in reading a contemporary tale of primitive people seeking truth, you will enjoy--and be challenged by--this true account.

Somehow I received two free copies of this book from the publisher, and I'd like to pass one along. In fact, I'll mail it anywhere on Planet Earth. All you need to do is share something you know about mission work, and leave an email address at which you can be reached if your name is selected. My tidbit? Three of my sisters AND three of their adult kids are career missionaries with New Tribes Mission. The countries they represent (or have represented, as some are now on home assignment) are Papua New Guinea, Bolivia, Senegal, Mozambique, and Indonesia.

Davey and Marie Jank are New Tribes Mission representatives to the Wilo people. Davey, a Canadian, was raised as a missionary kid and attended boarding school. He claims his "teachers and dorm parents suffered little lasting damage and today lead fairly normal and healthy lives." Having grown up seeing firsthand the hunger that many tribal people have for God's Word, it wasn't a stretch for him to decide to be a missionary himself. After attending New Tribes Bible Institute for two years, he went on to study linguistics and cross-cultural communications before joining in the effort to bring God's Word to the Wilo people.

A Miami girl, Marie didn't even know any missionaries until she was 33 years old. She got her degree in journalism. After several years in journalism and PR, she was convicted that the work of her hands should be for eternal things. She turned to teaching and earned a master's degree in TESOL. When the opportunity came to visit the Amazon she didn't hesitate; adventure and travel were right down her ally. But once she stepped off the Cessna airplane and came face to face with the Wilo people, she knew her destiny was tied to theirs and that her life would gloriously never be the same.

Valerie Comer's life on a small farm in western Canada provides the seed for stories of contemporary inspirational romance. Like many of her characters, Valerie and her family grow much of their own food and are active in the local foods movement as well as their church. She only hopes her creations enjoy their happily ever afters as much as she does hers, shared with her husband, adult kids, and adorable granddaughter.

She is represented by Joyce Hart of Hartline Literary Agency and has recently sold her first work, a novella entitled
Topaz Treasure, to Barbour Books. Visit her website and blog to glimpse inside her world.

If you'd like to put your name in the hat, please add your email address with your comment before Thursday, May 26, replacing @ with (at) and .com with (dot) com. Remember to share your mission trivia!

"Void where prohibited; the odds of winning depend on the number of entrants. Entering the giveaway is considered a confirmation of eligibility on behalf of the enterer in accord with these rules and any pertaining local/federal/international laws."