<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914</id><updated>2009-10-16T20:40:53.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congo 2007</title><subtitle type='html'>a blog for the summer missions training team from Bethel Baptist Church</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-2770030226038368657</id><published>2007-07-14T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T05:21:19.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A word from Gregg (finally!)</title><content type='html'>It seems like ages since Russell first asked about the possibility of Bethel sending a team to encourage us in our work in Congo. The issue hindering a team from having significant ministry input has always been language. They speak over 200 of them in the country but none are English. So I thought maybe it would be possible to do something for Congolese secondary school students who have to learn English as part of their curriculum. We sketched out a preliminary scenario, presented it to the church in the DRC and the idea of an English Bible Camp was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning my desire had been that any team from the US see themselves as learners more than teachers. I think the question posed to Vicki as the team landed in Uganda, "What do Americans know about God?" helped everyone keep that in perspective. Amber's testimony to the Congolese at the end of the camp "We have learned so much from you" confirmed it. The body of Christ is made up of many parts and we all need and learn from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an encouragement to the Congolese students that you were willing to take your vacation time and raise the money needed to come out, help them with English and study the word together. They saw that not all American youth are like the ones in magazines and in the movies. You were living examples that it is possible "to be blameless and innocent, children of God above reproach in the midst of a  crooked and perverse generation." Your visit and testimony won't be quickly forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brief experience in Africa will help you look at the world from a new perspective. Karen and I wonder how God will use it to direct your future. We look forward to hearing what he'll do in your lives and how you will continue to shine "as lights in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your involvement with us in Congo for God's glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-2770030226038368657?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2770030226038368657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=2770030226038368657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/2770030226038368657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/2770030226038368657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/word-from-gregg-finally.html' title='A word from Gregg (finally!)'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403321938472315551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17427454529584557301'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-2686626903948433400</id><published>2007-07-13T10:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:21:39.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Dear friends and family -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your faithful prayers these past few weeks, months, and years leading up to our trip to Congo.  We are praising God for what he has done in the hearts and lives of the team, the church, the missionaries, and the students and leaders in Bunia, Democratic Republic of Congo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of English Bible Camp and several days of debriefing and decompressing in the beautiful Great Rift Valley of Uganda, the team has now returned safely to the US for wonderful reunions.  We began our journey first thing on Thursday morning, and ended it nearly 24 hours later after flying through London into JFK and driving for four hours to the church parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for the half of the team that stayed behind to shadow Gregg and Karen and enjoy continued fellowship with their families, and also for those who have returned that they would adjust to life in the US.  We look forward to seeing many of you at the full report we make to the church on Sunday, July 29.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-2686626903948433400?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2686626903948433400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=2686626903948433400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/2686626903948433400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/2686626903948433400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-221885981392354924</id><published>2007-07-12T03:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T03:54:13.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunia - A poem by Bethany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bunia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once a small city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prosperous, quaint and pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brothers lived in love and unity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The peace of this place fell away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And all left was war and decay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friend against friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To the grave they would send&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And to this bloodshed there was no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Under the same sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where brothers would run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now is but a red machete and gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One is shorter, one is tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When young, they played with the same ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, in their brother's blood they fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over land and grazing grounds they fought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And their own gain they sought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But slaughtered for naught.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Families separated in flight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thousands killed every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their hatred grew in might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They used their victims for witchcraft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tortured, dismembered and decapitated them as they laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And openly terrorised others with their evil craft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Five years the two tribes waged war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until there was but widow, orphan and poor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And prosperity was no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This city suffered after the battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's population displaced and wandering like cattle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's working hands gone, dead or fragile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now as you walk by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are still orphans who cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are still bullet-holes and blood stains on walls even if dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can still see scars and wounds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because even though it's been many moons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those hurts cannot be put in tombs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But there is hope for this city even if small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even now, hatred and revenge will into memory fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Bunia will surprise all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please do not think this war was an exceptional case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that the rest of the world lives in roses and lace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For you will be surprised to find in your place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hatred, discrimination, slaughter for status or race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whether it was, or is now, or will be along this race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do not let it leave in your society any trace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-221885981392354924?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/221885981392354924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=221885981392354924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/221885981392354924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/221885981392354924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/bunia-poem-by-bethany.html' title='Bunia - A poem by Bethany'/><author><name>Gregg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403321938472315551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17427454529584557301'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-3179636461474037124</id><published>2007-07-11T04:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T04:06:56.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>The End is Sweeter than the Beginnng</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys, &lt;br /&gt;Africa has been amazing!  From Bunia, Congo to Queen Elizabeth Park, Uganda.  &lt;br /&gt;We’ve seen some pretty sweet things.  It has been s awesome to see how people love the Lord with all they have even when they’re going through some of life’s hardest trials.  It’s also been a very humbling experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left Bunia on Sunday, which was hard to do because we all made great friends.  Then we went to Kampala and stayed at this cute little place.  Now we’re at QE Park!  There are so many animals!  Not a variety but a lot!  (I don’t ever want to see a water buffalo again in my life!)  There were so many deer type animals.  I don’t know what they’re called but they all looked like deer to me.  Also a lot of water buffalos.  We saw Pumba and his family (warthogs).  Kelly was very pleased with all of the elephants!  Some were really close!  The one thing that we all wanted to see didn’t come out and play!  LIONS!  It was very disappointing at the end of the day.  But we got to spend the whole day gazing upon God’s beautiful creation, so I think we got over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing upon His creation has been so wonderful to me personally.  From the sun rises to the sun sets to the stars at night.  I wish I could have captured the exact images because it’s been so beautiful and no one can explain them.  The stars are so pretty and there’s so many!  I saw my first planet!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Africa on Thursday is going to be very hard.  We’re used to this culture it’s going to be weird to go home.  I’m really looking forward to the food but I’ll miss the mystery of what I’ll be eating!  It was kind of fun!  Almost all of us have craved Charcoal Pit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re all ready to come home but we’ll miss Africa!  A little part of us is here forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki (Team  Encourager)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy  Birthday to Mr. Foggy, Emery and Jenny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-3179636461474037124?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3179636461474037124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=3179636461474037124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/3179636461474037124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/3179636461474037124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/end-is-sweeter-than-beginnng.html' title='The End is Sweeter than the Beginnng'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-8483700832265158334</id><published>2007-07-10T04:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T04:04:49.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Overlooking the Great Rift Valley</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning most of our team woke up to some new and exciting things…warm showers, brewed coffee, milk and cereal!  Matoke Inn certainly has been a wonderful ½ way point.  But for me..it was a GREAT morning to see old views, catch-up with old friends, and just reminisce!  Just getting up in the morning walking out and seeing the AIM office reminded me of every morning coming into the office!!  Then Lyn, the admin for AIM headquarters, stopped in to see me!!!!  It was great to see her again and hear what God has been doing here in Uganda….plus she was trying to entice me to come back for 6 months (December-May).  Russell must have paid her off to see if he can get rid of me for a while!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to see Godfrey, the caretaker for the AIM office and Matoke Inn.  He has become a father again and was very excited to tell me about his brand new daughter! I also got to see my good friends Shuni and Gizmo—the AIM dogs…I LOVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out after breakfast and drove with our driver Dennis (he has been such a great tour guide for our trip to QE) to Mbarara.  In Mbarara, we stopped at a restaurant and met up with Russell’s friend from high school Renee Rose and her husband Nick and their 4 children.  Renee had a special treat and had us come back to the house for chocolate/peanut butter brownies and sugar cookies.  Nick’s parents have traveled out to Uganda numerous times and they have built a FORT in the back of the yard that would put any of our swing sets to shame!  Oh yeah..and we broke their tire swing…I guess 3 teenagers weigh more then 4 little kids…who would have thought.  Renee has enticed us back by promising our boys pancakes on Wednesday…so we’ll be back I think…at least Dan and Greg will be (parents…get food ready…they have definitely NOT been eating until they are full…but no complaints!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the game park and went to King Fischer, our hotel.  I can’t begin to describe our view…but our rooms look OVER the Rift Valley!!!!   Words can’t describe!  And yes…we saw elephant the first night.  But I’ll leave the rest of the game park description for Vicki for tomorrow!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of your prayers…they have been felt and have been needed!  We love you all and can’t wait to see you in a few days!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly (steward I.W.W.P.O.T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-8483700832265158334?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8483700832265158334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=8483700832265158334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/8483700832265158334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/8483700832265158334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/overlooking-great-rift-valley.html' title='Overlooking the Great Rift Valley'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-4797207956059942503</id><published>2007-07-09T03:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T04:02:33.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>The Reluctant Blogger</title><content type='html'>Hello from Africa!  We have all been assigned days for the blog and my day has been to write something for today.  So today has been a very busy day for the team.  It was our last day in Bunia and our first day traveling back. We were concluding the main part of our mission while at the same time trying to find time to reflect on what we did.  We are still trying to find quiet times to reflect—this has been a difficulty for the team because we have always been running from dawn till late with different ministry opportunities and/or team events and meetings.  Certainly it will not be until after the trip is over that we will have time to really reflect upon everything that has been happening.   But what is immediately evident is that God was in total control of the events and ministry throughout this entire week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one real prayer and hope is that the Word of God will be preached and presented boldly and clearly.  Although I have not reflected too much on the details of how this has played out over the week, I do believe that God has enabled us and accomplished this prayer.  We thank God for this opportunity to be involved in this and empowering us to be more then we otherwise would be.  It has been on God’s strength this whole week has been possible, and therefore to Him goes all the glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been good to us as a team and individually.  For myself, God has given me many joys and blessing, both big and small.  A small example is that even from our flights to and from Bunia, God allowed me the chance to fly with the MAF pilots and to be the PIC (Pilot In Command) for almost 3 hours total.  The flying aspect itself was a blessing, because we were flying over the African jungles and mountains, but the real blessing that God gave me was the fellowship with the missionary pilots.  I was able to ask them questions about their own lives, about their ministries and about what God is doing with them and why they are in the field that they are.  It was very insightful to me, since this is the occupation that I have been looking at for over a year.  So even in the small areas of this trip, God has been blessing us.  We are now going to begin our time of debriefing and fellowship, and we will pray that we will recognize God’s continued blessings as we travel to Uganda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We appreciate your prayers and would like you to know that we are also praying for you.  Hope you are all doing well and that God has been equally blessing you at home.  We look forward to seeing you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan (Team Chaplain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-4797207956059942503?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4797207956059942503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=4797207956059942503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/4797207956059942503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/4797207956059942503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/reluctant-blogger.html' title='The Reluctant Blogger'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-950122782124204790</id><published>2007-07-08T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:50:35.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Off On Safari</title><content type='html'>Greetings to all our friends, family, and supporters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have arrived safely in Uganda from our week-long ministry trip to Democratic Republic of Congo, and are preparing for a long bus journey tomorrow to see African wildlife at Queen Elizabeth National Park.  We will not have internet access for several days, but we will be recording our thoughts and observations to post once we get back to civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your prayers, your notes of encouragement, and everything else you have done to make this trip not just possible, but an incredible blessing for all.  We are looking forward to seeing many of you in just a few short days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Russell for the team&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-950122782124204790?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/950122782124204790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=950122782124204790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/950122782124204790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/950122782124204790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/off-on-safari.html' title='Off On Safari'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-2066913560200875855</id><published>2007-07-08T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:51:06.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Last Post from Bunia</title><content type='html'>Make sure that you catch &lt;a href="http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/testimony-from-amber.html"&gt;Amber's testimony &lt;/a&gt;from yesterday. It was posted late. Today's guest blogger is Joanne (aka Mama Kahawa):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jambo Sana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday morning and we are preparing to attend the local church services (in Swahili), drinking our tea, taking our daily malaria meds, and listening to the Congolese children in the chapel next door sing with their whole hearts. We all are a bit sad as we think about leaving Bunia this afternoon to head to Kampala, Uganda. It's been a week full of incredible experiences. Despite the instant coffee, "interesting" foods, scarce electricity, and only cold showers (imagine living in colonial America and you've got the picture), we have known deep joy as we have adjusted to this culture and have come to love many precious people who have persevered through war and atrocities that we only imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 50+ kids in our English Bible Camp are smart! Many know the rules of English better than most of us; they appreciate the practice speaking with us. They sing beautifully with strong voices and incredible harmony. The Bible teaching has been great as Pastor Kiningani is a gifted and passionate teacher (as well as a great volleyball player). Yesterday in our small groups, the kids shared their testimonies - that was a great accomplishment as most are very reserved and don't know one another or us very well. Greg and I were blessed to hear five of our seven students share their hearts and "confess with their mouths" that Jesus is Lord of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Kiningani received your gift of a new guitar yesterday with great appreciation*. Many thanks to your generosity to him, and to us as well, for allowing us the incredible joy and privilege of being here. Please continue to pray for the hearts of the people here in Bunia. We look forward to sharing their specific stories with you we we return. May our hearts be forever changed. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mama Lauren (Joanne) for the team&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 55:6-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;swarms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of little children here, who have beautiful smiles and joyful hearts in the midst of their poverty. We have felt like celebrities each day as they run to the road and wave at the "mzungos" as we pass by. How we love these precious little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;editorial note from Russell - Pastor Kiningani was so proud of his new guitar he brought it to church this morning and shared testimony of your generosity with the whole church.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-2066913560200875855?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2066913560200875855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=2066913560200875855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/2066913560200875855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/2066913560200875855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/make-sure-that-you-catch-ambers.html' title='Last Post from Bunia'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-4011113107770704996</id><published>2007-07-07T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T06:12:40.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Testimony from Amber</title><content type='html'>As the day started, we are all aware that this is the last day of camp.  We all want to do our best but what I found after reflecting on today and this last week was that I learned so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic was testimony; sharing how God has worked in your life.  After the Bible teaching, we split into our discussion groups.  At first, my group was quiet but after some talking and reading Scripture, the students started to share.  They did not share in a way that was a 20-minute long testimony, but they were consistent in understanding God's grace in their life or listening to the conviction of the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, one student talked about how while her family was in their home, the militia came to tear down the door.  Knowing that if the door was torn down, they would have died, the student gave glory and honor to God because the militia could not break through and they were saved.  She understood that it was God's grace in her life that saved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student explained that his friend gave him two guns to protect himself from the militia.  He was convicted by the Holy Spirit that only by God can he be saved and returned the guns to his friend.  He had that teachable spirit that was sensitive to His convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all these troubles, trials and tribulations, the students are still joyful, knowing that God is in control.  How often am I completely content and joyful in my God when things do not go how I would prefer?  It is something to think about.  What an example these students have been to me and what a faithful, gracious God we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-4011113107770704996?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4011113107770704996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=4011113107770704996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/4011113107770704996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/4011113107770704996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/testimony-from-amber.html' title='Testimony from Amber'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-6016717423436533079</id><published>2007-07-06T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:17:48.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Girding up the loins of our tastebuds</title><content type='html'>This week of camp has flown by!  We can’t believe tomorrow is the last day!  Please pray for us as we prepare to finish up the teaching and play some games with the kids tomorrow.  A couple thoughts before Jess gives an update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been very humbling.  I spoke to one student yesterday who speaks eight languages (we speak English and a few words of espanol), and the students often correct us on our grammar rules.  We are so thankful that God uses even our mistakes!  We have been teaching the kids some games in our small groups, like “Simon Says”, “If you’re happy and you know it,” and “I Spy”.  It’s so funny to see twenty-year olds loving these games!  The other day when we played “I Spy” in my group, one of the kids said he was “spying something yellow.”  After exhausting all possibilities of yellow objects in the room, he told me he was talking about me!  Another student was “spying something chocolate,” and a different student guessed that he was talking about his body.  They keep us laughing and on our toes for sure!  It’s so cool to see how passionate, appreciative, and excited all of the students are for the things we are talking about.  It makes it so fun to teach!  On a more serious note, these people have been such an amazing blessing to us!  We have heard heart-wrenching war stories from many Congolese, and their faith and joy is almost unbelievable.  Their smiles truly light up their faces, and their commitment to serve Christ after losing family members, being beaten, and even being stabbed by the militias has been a huge encouragement to us all. It has been amazing to realize how many people here are praying for us as well.  Yesterday I was talking to Jonathon (a student previously mentioned by Greg who lives next to where we are staying).  He was ill a few days ago, and I told him that we had been praying for him.  “Well, I am praying for you too, so I guess we have been praying for each other,” he answered. Wow.  And then, a lady stopped me when I was walking through the seminary and held my hand and told me so genuinely how much she had been praying for me and how she hoped that God would use this trip to work in my life and change my heart.  I have no idea who she was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often catch ourselves speaking very slow English in accents to each other as well. One more thing it has been very surprising to see how much UN are here.  We often see helicopters, trucks, tanks, and armed soldiers.  I didn’t expect them to be so present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all loving it here, are building many relationships, and do NOT want to leave Congo on Sunday... although we miss you all very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Kelly’s toe in your prayers, her weak toenail is currently at a 77 degree angle from its usual position!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Lauren for the Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and now some thoughts from Jess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody! Yesterday was a very busy day and as a result we are all very tired.  We woke up around six in order to have breakfast together and then be at camp which starts at eight.  The whole team agrees that we are enjoying each day of camp more and more.  Yesterday’s topic was about “cups running over”.* Kelly, Amber, Brynne, and Bethany taught the English portion, and Kelly introduced her famous “Simon Says” for a fun activity and completely embarrassed Greg and Lauren.  The students enjoyed that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After camp we went to the hospital, which is run by the Sukisa Church.  It was very clean but also very small.  There are only twenty-seven people on the staff and one doctor.  Please pray for more doctors and more space as the UN has taken over two of their newest buildings, leaving them with only one building and a tent and no electricity.  They have few supplies but are committed to serving Christ in this way.  After our time at the hospital, we walked home with Rachel, and short termer helping at the hospital.  The Congolese family she is staying with invited us in for tea, and as it’s culturally rude to say no, we gladly accepted and stayed for a while.  We then went to hear the Tujenge choir.  So many of the Africans we have met have amazing voices, and they sing acapella.  Dan gave a little devotion to the choir, and Uncle Gregg translated for him.  On the way home, the little kids on the street started marching behind us and chanting “mzungu”.  Also on the way home, Carol was walking with us, and she translated what the people on the street were saying.  Some of them were so excited to have white people in their tribe (Lauren and I), because they are known as the tall tribe.  We hung out with Benjamin and Jonathon for a while and had some team meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jess for the team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*Editorial comment from Russell - "Cups Running Over" is taken from the idea in Psalm 23 ("my cup runneth over") that the regular experience of the Christian faith is one of abundant joy (as spoken about in 1 John 1).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-6016717423436533079?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6016717423436533079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=6016717423436533079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/6016717423436533079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/6016717423436533079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/girding-up-loins-of-our-tastebuds.html' title='Girding up the loins of our tastebuds'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-8964574942049301253</id><published>2007-07-05T09:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:55:26.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>I die to come gust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today's guest blogger is 2-G Greg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jambo!  Hope you all are doing well... Africa is great and God is definitely blessing us with an amazing stay here.  Some pretty funny things have happened here in Bunia.  A few days ago, Amber tried in her usual, outgoing, caring way to thank a native, but said the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mzungu &lt;/span&gt;(which means "white person") instead of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asante&lt;/span&gt;.  My guess is that this was the first Swahili word that came to mind.  Any of us could have made this mistake, its just that Amber is so much more faithful in communicating with the Congolese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a picture of what our ministry is like at the English Bible Camp, this is a story from our small groups.  Dan told his discussion group to make a sentence using the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"gust"&lt;/span&gt; (meaning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quick, strong wind&lt;/span&gt;).  Most of the students understood what he meant, however one student wrote, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I die to come gust."&lt;/span&gt;  Yes.  Dan was equally confused, but after much discussion he discovered that what the student &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meant &lt;/span&gt;to say was that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Death comes quickly like a gust of wind."  &lt;/span&gt;Profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are really enjoying our time that we have to walk around and meet other people.  Some new friends that we have made are Enosh and his family. We enjoy the company of Benjamin (15), Beatrice (20), and Jonathan (16, who is attending the camp).  We have also met a lady named Carol (a friend of Aunt Karen) and she has been very good to us, even taking Brynne, Vicki, and Bethany to choir practice last night.  All our friends have been very helpful in teaching us culture and language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other interesting things include cold showers (which I personally like, but isn't necessarily a favorite of all...), no showers due to no water (which is a favorite of no one!), people wanting to take pictures with me, and frequent power outages.  However we have come to love all of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually, God has taught me so much in so many ways.  I have personally learned so much from our nightly devotions about Christian love.  I have also learned so much from the Congolese.  They are so faithful and excited about their education.  They also are very hopeful to come to America and build friendships with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, well it's time to go.  Continue to pray for us and we'll see you soon.  Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Greg for the team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please pray for Moses, a student from camp.  He wasn't there yesterday because his brother died.  Also pray for our team's ability to communicate with the students and keep God as the center thought of all that we do and say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Also pray that Dan and Kelly will refrain from passing out Tums to African teachers and calling it candy; that might smooth things out.  (No pun intended.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Editorial note from Russell - not everyone had to go without showers when the running water quit... only those using the center bathroom who refused to acknowledge the effectiveness of the bucket method.  Mostly Dan and Greg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-8964574942049301253?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8964574942049301253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=8964574942049301253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/8964574942049301253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/8964574942049301253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-die-to-come-gust.html' title='I die to come gust.'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-3787913300976256686</id><published>2007-07-04T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:11:07.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Synthese de Travail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Russell here, pinch-blogging for Lauren... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry we have been out of contact now these past two days... it seems our schedule is not in sync with that of the seminary computer lab, so we have to juggle some ministry priorities in order to get word back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the second day of English Bible Camp; we discussed the idea of brokenness (being poor in spirit as a prerequisite for revival) during our Bible lesson and I taught about present perfect and present perfect continuous tense during the English lesson.  It was Congolese Independence Day when we arrived on Saturday, and now it is Independence Day back home.  We started the celebration last night with warm bucket baths, and I whipped out a new shirt (it's blue) this morning, even though my old one wasn't due to be retired until tomorrow.  We even had an American treat - corn on the cob - for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidential to all of the parents of the team, your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watoto &lt;/span&gt;(children) are all in good health, are all doing an amazing job, and are adapting extremely well to life in Africa.  You would be very proud of all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a page from Bethany's journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We have a lot of fun practicing our Swahili with the little children on the street.  We make complete fools of ourselves, but they think it's great.  I'm really excited to possibly have the opportunity to meet some of the people in charge of working with and caring for street children.  I would love to talk to them about their ministry, struggles, and victories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very much enjoy learning new songs in Swahili.  They are so lively and fun.  Also the Congolese sound so good they do echoes, harmonies and many other amazing things that make them sound so beautiful.  I'm also really looking forward to singing with a Congolese choir while they practice.  That will be so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had an amazing time so far bonding with the team.  I really appreciate their support and care to include me in most things.  I am so blessed to join such an amazing team!  We have had rain the last few days, which makes the air fresh and cool.  It's very enjoyable.  Thanks for your prayers and encouragement cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bethany for the team&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. from Russell&lt;/span&gt; - I haven't gotten wind of any official proposals for marriage, but at least one member of the team has been offered a potential job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-3787913300976256686?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/3787913300976256686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=3787913300976256686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/3787913300976256686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/3787913300976256686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/synthese-de-travail.html' title='Synthese de Travail'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-6241057050838651723</id><published>2007-07-02T04:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T05:11:49.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>My Name Is?</title><content type='html'>Not too much has happened since the last post.  (I)Lauren wanted to take a little break,  so Brynne will be the guest blogger for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Hey y'all! I love Africa! It is so much more than I expected. From the beauty that I saw from the plane to the excitement of main street it is wonderful! Yesterday we had a chance to interact with the people a lot, and the language barrier was fun/interesting. We met many kids as they exited from the seminary church and one girl Jaele came to meet us first.  After we  exhausted the traditional greetings,  we stood there trying to remember something  else to say and finally we thought to ask if we could take their pictures. After we took a few group shots we showed them the pictures, and they got very excited. They all smiled and laughed and wanted more. We took more pictures and then had to say goodbye. When we said "kwaheri" (goodbye) they still followed us up the steps! So we took a few more pictures, I taught them some silly faces and they had a blast seeing what they looked like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In the afternoon, we went to an English service at on of the local churches. The service was so exciting and very sincere. I was most impressed with the singing, it was so passionate and we all sang so loud that we couldn't even hear ourselves! After some singing and Scripture reading, they opened up the service for people to share praises or requests to God. This was the most exciting part, the people who shared were so genuine and seemed so excited about God. The first man who got up shared a praise for his wife's survival from breast cancer. After praising God he led the congregation in "I will call upon the Lord." After praise the worship leader invited all guests to stand and introduce themselves and, upon seeing the amount of guests, said "we are TRULY blessed." Then they gave us all a traditional African clap greeting and blessing. Uncle Gregg gave the sermon and then service was over. We met a few people and then headed home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This afternoon we will have the orientation for camp and will get to meet our small groups for the rest of the week. Pray for us as we do not exactly know how this will work. Right now we are also headed to the UN market to buy traditional African head scarves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love to all and a quick fact: Jessy found her African husband, tall, skinny and wearing Ralph Lauren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Brynne for the team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Russell here again... &lt;/span&gt;as we are sitting in the computer lab at the seminary there was an outburst of cheering, singing, and clapping as one of the students finished their oral exams.  They are quite expressive in their praise and encouragement for one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-6241057050838651723?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6241057050838651723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=6241057050838651723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/6241057050838651723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/6241057050838651723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-name-is.html' title='My Name Is?'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-6189010536784183070</id><published>2007-07-01T05:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:16:30.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karibu! Karibu! Karibu!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are so thankful that our plane landed safely in Uganda yesterday morning and that after a short delay, all 18 pieces of luggage arrived as well. Just before deplaning, one gentleman from Uganda asked Vicki whether we were coming as "missionaries from the United States". When she answered yes, he replied "What do Americans know about God?" It definitely was a refreshing perspective to remind us that we are coming not just to teach, but perhaps even more so to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a sweet reunion with Aunt Karen and met Bethany (our additional team member, another AIM MK), changed into skirts and then boarded two small MAF planes for Bunia. Dan had the chance to take the controls for most of the flight (which allowed him to log an hour of flight time toward his credentials). We were taken off guard when we were greeted immediately with Swahili (&lt;em&gt;Karibu&lt;/em&gt; means "welcome") and gorgeous sunny weather upon our arrival in Bunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed our first African meal of Nile perch for lunch and have had quite an interesting time flushing the toilets and taking cold showers. But, Hakuna Matata, right? Many of us had a chance to walk through town yesterday and to meet some of Aunt Karen &amp; Uncle Gregg's old friends. We enjoyed some time visiting with Carol (who used to care for the Lewis boys) and her three precious girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are not many white people in Bunia so everyone stops and stares as we walk through -- we were the "first white people" for some kids yesterday. As Young Greg said, that was a special occasion to be a part of. Vicki amused us all when she joined in on a game some young girls were playing (she assures us it's much harder than it looks). We also had a chance to try grinding some leaves with sticks. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had multiple opportunities to use our limited knowledge of Swahili as well, as many of the students and their families at the seminary speak no English. Saint Jess led our team devotions last night on the topic of joy based on many verses in Philippians, and we went to bed early as we were all exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is pretty laid back - we will be doing some preparation for camp and attending an English service this afternoon. Overall, we have been blessed beyond measure already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some initial impression: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very social culture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close quarters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have very little&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women have beautiful dresses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roosters crow at all hours of the day and night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; - Lauren for the team&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-6189010536784183070?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6189010536784183070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=6189010536784183070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/6189010536784183070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/6189010536784183070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-6879118340939121962</id><published>2007-06-29T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:06:54.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Greetings from the Heathrow Airport</title><content type='html'>God is faithful, and after a 5 1/2 hour flight we have arrived safely in London. While half of our team is enjoying "the quiet seating area", the other half of us are now drinking Starbucks (a tall cup of coffee here is about $3.50), and we're planning on spending the rest of our 10 hour layover doing devotions together and sharing our testimonies, and, of course, sleeping and eating. We will leave from London for Entebbe around 9:15 tonight (4:15 PM EST), and Lord willing arrive at 7:45ish (12:45 AM EST) tomorrow morning. We will meet up with Karen and will fly from there to Bunia. Thank you for your prayers. We miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 Thess 5:16-18 "Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lauren for the team&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-6879118340939121962?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6879118340939121962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=6879118340939121962' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/6879118340939121962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/6879118340939121962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/06/greetings-from-heathrow-airport.html' title='Greetings from the Heathrow Airport'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-4148602098409401328</id><published>2007-06-28T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T10:47:29.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Trip Itinerary</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;DATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOCATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;AGENDA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thursday,&lt;br/&gt;June 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wilmington, DE to JFK Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Team family lunch, prayer, and sendoff - BA flight 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Friday,&lt;br/&gt;June 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;London Heathrow Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Layover for 11 hours in the airport - BA flight 63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Saturday,&lt;br/&gt;June 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Entebbe, Uganda to Bunia, DRC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Meet Karen &amp; Bethany in Entebbe, fly on MAF planes to Bunia to meet Gregg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sunday,&lt;br/&gt;July 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Visit local churches in Bunia... it's baptism day and the shortest service will probably be at the Ville church and will go from 9 AM to 2 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Monday,&lt;br/&gt;July 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bunia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Meet with camp leadership, have orientation for campers, introduction to "Continuous Revival" teaching by Jonas Kiningani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tuesday,&lt;br/&gt;July 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bunia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;English Bible Camp - Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wednesday,&lt;br/&gt;July 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bunia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;English Bible Camp - Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thursday,&lt;br/&gt;July 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bunia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;English Bible Camp - Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Friday,&lt;br/&gt;July 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bunia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;English Bible Camp - Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Saturday,&lt;br/&gt;July 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bunia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;English Bible Camp - Testimony, Wrap-up and Sports day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sunday,&lt;br/&gt;July 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bunia, DRC to Entebbe, Uganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Visit churches again, then fly back to Uganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Monday,&lt;br/&gt;July 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kampala to Mbarara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quick trip into Kampala to change money, then long bus ride through Mbarara to game park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tuesday,&lt;br/&gt;July 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Queen Elizabeth National Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Safari in Queen Elizabeth National Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wednesday,&lt;br/&gt;July 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Back to Kampala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Back to Kampala to take Gregg and Karen out for a nice dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thursday,&lt;br/&gt;July 12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Entebbe to London to JFK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;BA flights 62 and 179, scheduled to arrive back at JFK at 8:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sunday,&lt;br/&gt;July 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Report to Church and Supporters&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Please join us with the Russia team to hear testimony of how God displayed His sovereignty, grace, and glory through short-term missions this summer!  6:30 PM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-4148602098409401328?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/4148602098409401328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=4148602098409401328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/4148602098409401328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/4148602098409401328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-itinerary.html' title='Trip Itinerary'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-2915165633676440295</id><published>2007-06-27T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:45:05.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Afrika mimi nakupenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Africa&lt;br /&gt;I came to change you but instead you changed me&lt;br /&gt;And I confess I came to frame you in a photograph&lt;br /&gt;But you showed me why&lt;br /&gt;And you turned this heart around&lt;br /&gt;And I see your smile how it can be&lt;br /&gt;So much brighter than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your silent eyes they scream&lt;br /&gt;Of hunger and meaning and eternal dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Africa&lt;br /&gt;We smiled at you from behind the glass&lt;br /&gt;And without reserve and whiter than snow&lt;br /&gt;You smiled back at us&lt;br /&gt;And you showed me who&lt;br /&gt;And you turned this mind around&lt;br /&gt;And I see your hands reach out to God&lt;br /&gt;So much higher than ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your silent eyes they scream&lt;br /&gt;Of hunger and meaning and eternal dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Africa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-2915165633676440295?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2915165633676440295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=2915165633676440295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/2915165633676440295'/><link rel='self' 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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE &lt;/span&gt;piece of Hand Baggage will be permitted.  This means that if you intend to carry a pocketbook (which should not be necessary), a camera bag, or anything else, it needs to fit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside &lt;/span&gt;your carry-on backpack.  In addition, any liquids, gels or pastes must be held (in individual containers not exceeding 3.5 fluid ounces) in a single quart-sized clear plastic zip-top bag.  Items must fit in the bag comfortably and the bag must be completely closed.  At the airport security search, the plastic bag must be removed from the cabin bag and x-ray screened separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, it brings me great pleasure to inform you that your outfit limitations were for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suitcase &lt;/span&gt;only, which means you are permitted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE &lt;/span&gt;additional complete outfit in your carry-on backpack.  Please also make sure you leave room to shove in two (2) t-shirts that you will receive on Thursday.  Although I never did find anything on BA's website indicating a weight restriction for carry-on baggage, please remember that if you pack it, you need to carry it.  That reality should keep you well under any limits that might be in place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-5895488371725494259?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/5895488371725494259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=5895488371725494259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/5895488371725494259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/5895488371725494259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/06/carry-on-requirements.html' title='Carry-On Requirements'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-2228130426960391595</id><published>2007-06-25T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:11:33.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope deferred makes the heart sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;...but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 13:12&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has long been the desire of the team to stay together for our journey, yet we were waiting for God's timing on the birth of our third child.  It gives me great joy to announce to you that God has fulfilled our desire and brought to us a wonderful baby daughter, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope Aurora&lt;/span&gt;.  She was born on Sunday, right about the time that the church was praying to commission the rest of the team!  She weighed in at 7 pounds even, and was 20 1/2 inches long.  Both mommy and baby are happy and healthy, and plan to be home on Tuesday.  Daddy will leave his four precious girls in the capable hands of his mother-in-law, along with the rest of the church body, to join the team as they depart for Africa on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please praise God with us that his timing is always perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-2228130426960391595?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2228130426960391595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=2228130426960391595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/2228130426960391595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/2228130426960391595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/06/hope-deferred-makes-heart-sick.html' title='Hope deferred makes the heart sick...'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-614101333474429158</id><published>2007-06-25T04:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:48:38.385-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><title type='text'>Bridget's Bunia Blog 45</title><content type='html'>There's rarely a week goes by without there being a wedding in town. Bunia weddings are a riot of colour, noise and activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride wears white, of course. White dress, white shoes, white handbag, a bouquet of white silk flowers, tiara, headdress and veil. The groom wears a dark suit. The family of the bride select a particular piece of material and all the members have an outfit sewn in that cloth. The groom’s family do likewise. As do the friends of the bride, the friends of the groom, the catering crew, the members of the choirs. It’s easy to identify the players in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounding up and down the aisle like kangaroos is a troupe of little girls in (almost) white socked feet, white dresses and white Easter bonnets. They bound forward looking floorward in complex choreographed harmony to take handfuls of shredded paper from the baskets halfway up the aisle, and then bound back to shower the bride and groom with the paper. The attendants of the bride and groom wipe the paper from their bodies and the sweat from their brows. They are clean until the next fistful of shredded paper arrives. This is fatiguing to watch, and so must be incredibly exhausting to perform since it takes a good 40 minutes for the couple to slow-step to the front of the church. Meanwhile, another group of uniformed dancers is beginning a performance half way up the church. These are teenage girls with a more sophisticated taste in denim skirts, flimsy blouses, wigs and beauty spots or Fila hats and sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride is given away by her uncle who reads out her biography, as too, does a representative of the groom’s family. These days the biographies are long, since they include primary, secondary and higher education and the current, salaried positions that both groom and bride enjoy. For Christian families, the biographies include their dates of conversion and baptism, and details of service in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essential wedding service is pretty much the same as that in an English wedding with charges and vows. However, it always takes me by surprise when the congregation shouts and claps and ululates after the vows have been exchanged.  I felt sorry for the bride who was told that her ring was purchased at the local market. No Cartier 20-carat gold for her! But the point the officiant was making was that anyone could buy one like it; it was merely a symbol, not a magic accoutrement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several choirs bless the couple with specifically-composed songs mentioning their names and giving advice on how to live together in peace. During one of these numbers, guests are invited to present their gifts to the couple. All manner of useful household items are sashayed up the aisle and deposited in the big enamel bowl. If you purchase a wedding gift in the stores in town you can even get it gift-wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good two hours it’s time to leave. The dancing girls accompany the couple to the waiting car festooned with streamers of toilet paper. Hooting cars and motor bikes - carrying as many as possible - leave to drive round town and wave at the inhabitants. After the circuit, the main players go home to change and reappear an hour later for the reception and another two hours of exuberant celebration - this time with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us rejoice and be glad; let us praise his greatness! For the time has come for the wedding of the Lamb, and his bride has prepared herself for it. She has been given clean shining linen to wear." (The linen is the good deeds of God's people.)&lt;br /&gt;Then the angel said to me, "Write this: Happy are those who have been invited to the wedding feast of the Lamb."  Rev 19:7-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Bridget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-614101333474429158?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/614101333474429158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=614101333474429158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/614101333474429158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/614101333474429158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-rarely-week-goes-by-without.html' title='Bridget&apos;s Bunia Blog 45'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-581076220893846322</id><published>2007-06-23T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:58:17.470-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Down the home stretch</title><content type='html'>We are gearing up to leave in just a few short days. Here are some significant milestones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 21 June - &lt;strong&gt;Bwana Asifiwe!&lt;/strong&gt; All 10 team members now have their passports.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 22 June - &lt;strong&gt;Mungu ni mwaminifu!&lt;/strong&gt; Even though we long since surpassed the team goal, we are less than $500 from having all 10 team members reach their individual support raising goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 24 June - The team will be commissioned during the morning service.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 26 June - The team will commence final packing at 7:00 PM, followed by prayer time.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 27 June - The team will take its first dose of anti-malarial medication.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 28 June &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1:00 PM - The team arrives with their backpacks for lunch with their families (room 152).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2:30 PM - The entire church body is invited to join for team prayer time (room 102).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3:15 PM - Final photos, hugs, and goodbyes in the parking lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3:30 PM - The van rolls out of Bethel's parking lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10:30 PM - British Airways Flight 182 departs JFK en route to London.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday, 29 June - British Airways flight 63 departs for Entebbe at 9:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 30 June - The team arrives in Uganda, then gets on two little planes destined for Bunia, Democratic Republic of Congo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-581076220893846322?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/581076220893846322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=581076220893846322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/581076220893846322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/581076220893846322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/06/down-home-stretch.html' title='Down the home stretch'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-6539651753600623827</id><published>2007-06-20T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:42:22.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Continuous Revival (Testimony)</title><content type='html'>Continuous Revival does not end with inner &lt;a href="http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/06/continuous-revival-conviction.html"&gt;conviction, confession and cleansing&lt;/a&gt;. That would leave out the further step which is the missing link in our evangelical living, the very link which releases the revival in our hearts and others. Remember again that saving faith, the first act of &lt;a href="http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/continuous-revival-brokenness.html"&gt;brokenness&lt;/a&gt;, was a two-way faith. Remember that the costly part of that faith was not the heart-believing before God, but the mouth-confession before men. Remember that, while it cost more, it gave us more, for as we confessed before men, it was as if Jesus confessed us before God His Father in heaven, and the Spirit confessed the Savior in our hearts. The joy of the Lord became our strength; we were saved. Finally remember that the mouth-committal horizontally was the real proof of the genuineness of the heart-committal before God. Initial brokenness was roof off, walls down. But now in the daily life? Roof still off, but what about the walls? Continued brokenness in continued revival, and continued brokenness has implicit in it the continued two-way testimony. But here we want to watch carefully. The confession that matters in the Scripture, and which is most referred to, is the confession of CHRIST, rather than of sin (although there are such verses as 1 John1:9 and James 5:16 where FAULTS is in the original SINS); and it is to the constant confession of Christ that I am called. That is my duty. That is my privilege. That is the way both to get blessing and to transmit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, perhaps the word CONFESSION has become so misused through its use in the confessional, that it is better and clearer to use the word TESTIMONY. Testimony to Christ is our duty and privilege. Now the first testimony we make has no reserves about it. We were sinners and said so. Probably in many cases our sins were already known in our community, and the liquor addict, the gambler, the loose-liver, the proud, the self-righteous, the dishonest, gives open glory to God that he has been saved from these things through the power of the precious blood. The emphasis is not on the sin, although that may be mentioned, but on the Savior from sin. It is not a morbid self-revelation, but a glorious magnification of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is that form of daily testimony which is the missing note in our present-day Christianity. We were sinners and were saved. We gloried in saying so. But we still so often “come short of the glory of God” in daily life. No longer those old, deliberate, gross sins of the fallen days, or old false attitudes of pure self-centeredness or pride; for if we are that, we are not saved. But we know too well we are still open to the assaults of Satan. The flesh still makes its appeal to us, and we respond, although our normal position in Christ is “not in the flesh, but in the Spirit” (Romans 8:9). Even those who have entered into a sanctified experience by faith, and the witness of the Spirit, as in my own case, making real in their experience such statements as in Acts 15:8-9; Galatians 2:20; Ephesians 2:6, still know constant temptation. The cases must indeed be rare where Satan does not make actual inroads by some subtle form of sin, either by unbelief, fear, worry, depression, hardness towards a brother, dislike, self-pity, pride, coldness of heart, impatience, criticism, unkind thoughts, the sharp word, jealousy, envy, partiality, hypocrisy, strife, the lust of the eye, evil or impure thoughts, sloth, selfishness, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, as we entered the way of salvation by a two-way brokenness, we must continue in the way in the daily walk. Something comes in which stops the flow of the Spirit. It is seen to be sin, however “small” we may like to call it (is any sin small which crucified my Lord?); it is confessed and forgiven. But brokenness is two-way. There is the testimony to give before men, as God gives the opening. Nothing need stop me giving it except that it would hurt my pride, my self-esteem. That is how I glorify God—by testifying, as occasion arises, to His fresh deliverances, the fresh experiences of the power of His cleansing blood in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would narrow this down and say, “should we not merely put a sin right with any against whom we might have committed it, such as hard words between husband and wife, and leave it at that?” Certainly the sin must be put right with those against whom it was committed, but the testimony to God’s deliverance belongs to the whole Church. For actually no sin is committed privately. None of us lives unto ourselves. Our faces, our attitudes, our very atmosphere is poisoning or blessing all those with whom we come in contact. A quarrel between husband and wife, for instance, reaches out in its effect far beyond those two. It affects the whole household. It affects visitors in the home, workmates in the business, and above all fellow-believers in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember it is not a question of confessing sin, but of praising for a deliverance, and giving others the chance of praising with us. Daily testimony before men in this way is an ever fresh confession of a saving Christ; but to be honest testimony, it involves some account of what the deliverance is from. It is that which puts teeth into the testimony. It is also proof of our genuine repentance and genuine brokenness, just as confession before men at conversion was the proof of the reality of my new-found faith. To be really wide open before God and man is to be ready at all times to tell of His dealings with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is yet more than that—and this is of utmost importance. We remember that it was the confession of Christ before men that made Him so real to our own hearts. It did something for us, which mere heart-faith did not. Now it is just the same concerning the daily walk. The real reason why we are usually so insensitive to the “little sins of our daily walk, and why we pass them over without much concern, is just because we are not too ashamed about them, or not too repentant, or even in some cases we have given up hope of any lasting deliverance. And why so? Because, while we only wait with the roof off and deal in secret with God alone about our daily affairs, we have the convenient sense of a God of great mercy, or a Christ who died for us, of our security in Him, of an easy-going forgiveness, and so frankly we do not get too concerned about our present inconsistencies! But if we start walking in the light with others about the Lord’s daily dealings with us, telling them when the shadow of sin has darkened our path and how God has dealt with us over it, we shall suddenly find two things: one, that we have an altogether new sense of shame for sin; and two, an altogether new sense of cleansing and liberation from the sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just have to face the fact that we are very human, and our human relationships are usually more vivid to us than our fellowship with God. Thus we have a far more vivid sense of shame about a sin when we tell our brethren, than when we just tell God. It is a simple fact that this openness before men does something in us. It sharpens us up concerning daily sin as never before. It is part of the secret of daily revival. It is amazing how, when walking in the light with our brethren as well as with God, we begin to come alive to attitudes, or actions, of sin in our lives which we just never noticed to be sin before, or perhaps we took for granted would always be part of our make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this there is also the effect on others of this open testifying. We know that the way salvation is spread is by our telling the unsaved what the Lord has done for us; it does something in their hearts, quickening a desire for the same experience. So it is with testimony among God’s people. The joy and praise leaps from one heart to another when we hear what the Lord has done for another. The more direct, open, and exact the testimony, the more we rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does yet more. It convicts. Our hearts are fashioned alike. The way the devil tempts you is almost certainly the way he tempts me. When I hear you tell of the Lord’s dealings down where you really live in your home relationships, in your business, and so on, it surely reaches me on some spot where I need the same light and deliverance. That is exactly how great revivals break out and spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way is always the same. Sin is suddenly seen to be sin in some life. Someone breaks down (brokenness), and doesn’t mind who is present; he can only see himself as a sinner needing renewed cleansing. So out he comes, maybe with tears; public reconciliations are made; the conviction spreads, till dozens are doing the same thing. “Revival has visited this church,” we say with joy. So don’t you see that when there is a continuous sensitiveness to the smallest sin that stops the cups running over, when there is recognition of the sin in the light, confession, forgiveness, and the thankful public testimony to the glory of God of what the Lord has done, there is a daily revival?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet one more point on this heart of the matter. Many of God’s people, including the writer, know something of God’s deliverances from sin; but there is some spot still in the life which may be given the name mentioned in Hebrews 12:1, “the sin which doth so easily beset us”: and at this “weak spot” we really give up any idea that God can really, fully, and permanently deliver. It may not be some big thing, as the world calls big; perhaps it is so hidden that it is just a mere touch of sin known only to the person himself (“the garment spotted by the flesh”) but hope of full deliverance is really given up. Then we enter into this revival walk in the light step by step. We are made sensitive as never before both to the reality and the shamefulness of sin. We find that as we walk brokenly with God and one another, sins which used to beset us easily lessen in their power and falls are fewer. Then it suddenly comes to us as light that this special spot of weakness, taken for granted through the years, can be dealt with and deliverance found, if recognized as sin to be faced and hated each time it arises; the emphasis not being so much on a once-for-all crisis deliverance, but on the daily and immediate dealing with the evil thing the moment it shows itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another discovery has been that the reason why besetting sin does not get dealt with is that we find a certain sweetness in the flesh; not in actual sin, of course, but on the outer edges of it, as it were. That sweetness has to be recognized as a manifestation of the flesh, and must be hated. Indeed, true repentance is hatred, and where there is hatred of sin, God’s hatred in us (Hebrews 1:9), power for deliverance is found in the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this walking with one another in the light, careful distinction must also be made between temptation and sin. We think that many earnest souls continue in bondage and under false accusation because they are looking for the impossible – deliverance from even temptation; and also because they mistake temptation for sin, and accept condemnation, and a sense of defilement when they should not do so. It also makes them confused about how far to go in open testimony and fellowship. The distinction between the two is clear. James 1:14-15 settles it for us. Temptation is continuous and will be while we are in this fallen world. Jesus was tempted in all points like as we are, and continuously— “Ye are they that have continued with me in my temptations,” Temptation is the stimulation of our natural desires (the correct meaning of LUST in verse 14) whether physical appetites or the faculties of soul or spirit. Jesus was tempted in all these three realms on the Mount of Temptation. But the sudden impulse to think this wrong thought, or say this, or do that, the attraction of the eye in an unlawful direction, the first motion of fear, worry, resentment, and so on is temptation for which we are not held responsible as willful sin. It is “when lust (desire) hath conceived, it brings forth sin.” It is when we allow the temptation to lodge in us, when we continue the wrong thought, allow the resentment to remain, keep on looking, speak the hasty word, and so on, that temptation has become sin. Obviously, therefore, if we withstand the temptation as it arises, by abiding in Christ, we should not accept condemnation, and our testimony to His praise should be to His keeping power in the evil day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us also be watchful to maintain liberty in testimony. How easily we can slip back to legalism, instead of walking in the glorious liberty of the sons of God. We can endeavor to walk by rule, instead of by the gentle but free compulsions of the Spirit who leads, not drives. Thus we can get into the bondage of thinking that we are under strict compulsion to testify to the Lord’s dealings on all or on fixed occasions. Testimony of this kind can become as much a set form with one group as absence of any testimony is a set form with another! We must never allow ourselves to be driven. We are not mere human imitators, feeling compelled to say something just because our brother does, or because it is the usual thing on certain occasions. We “walk with Jesus” even in the matter of testimony. There is a divine compulsion, when we know from Him within by inner conviction that we must open our lips, and when we can draw power from Him to do so; that is quite a different thing from the drive of the law, or of imitation. Sometimes the best testimony might be to testify that God has given me nothing to say! “Stand fast, therefore, in the liberty with which Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again in the yoke of bondage.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally we must avoid that subtle pressure on others to see the same as ourselves, and that subtle criticism of those who do not. Of course we want others to have any light God has given us; but it was God who GAVE it us in His own time and way. Let us, then, leave it to God to GIVE it to our brethren as He pleases. Our only job is humbly and joyfully to testify to what God shows us. It is impressive in the Gospel of John to see the rest of Jesus among fierce critics and opponents on the simple basis that people can only see and receive what God GIVES them to see. Thus, this living in revival, personally and in our community, is the freedom of the Spirit. It is not a question of forming new sects or fellowships or cliques which cause divisions in churches and give an “I am holier than thou” impression. It is just to live in revival, in the light, in brokenness, in cleansing, in testimony, just as God leads, in the home, in the church, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions are sometimes asked about to whom we should testify and if there should be any reservations in our testimony. Should we, for instance, tell unsaved people of the Lord’s personal dealings with us? Perhaps a simple answer, subject always to the individual guidance of the Spirit, would be that we should always testify even to the most opposed and indifferent if we have sinned in a way which was obvious to them, such as by heated words. It is to the glory of God that we humble ourselves before them and tell them of the Lord’s gracious restoration, as we have repented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if our testimony is concerning things in our lives about which the Lord has dealt with us unknown to our unsaved friends, then it may be that we would keep that testimony for our brethren in Christ. As for reservations in testimony, one matter about which wisdom and restraint may be needed is those sins which have such a deep hold on all mankind and which take first place in all lists of sins in the Scriptures—uncleanness, impure thoughts, fornication, adultery. God has put a barrier between the sexes which it is His will we preserve, and therefore in mixed meetings only veiled language can be used in referring to these things. Yet at the same time, of all temptations and sins this is the one which in one form or another eats most deeply into lives. Maybe the only way in which we can go to the bottom in the light with God and one another in this respect is when men get together among themselves, and women likewise. And there certainly is a need for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final word about the way revival starts. It begins by one person who sees from God what it is to walk in the light. But to walk with Jesus like this involves also walking in the light with one another, horizontally as well as vertically, and that means at least one other person with whom to walk in open fellowship. Of course, as one brother said to me, “One would naturally start walking like that with the person nearest to you—husband and wife, brother and sister, friend and friend.” In other words, revival starts with two people being revived, and starts at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-6539651753600623827?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/6539651753600623827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=6539651753600623827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/6539651753600623827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/6539651753600623827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/06/continuous-revival-testimony.html' title='Continuous Revival (Testimony)'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-2687824847914071514</id><published>2007-06-09T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T19:24:51.750-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><title type='text'>Bridget's Bunia Blog 46</title><content type='html'>No doubt the generous helping of sugar in the tea added to the animation, along with a lunch break where lunch was served, but the ISP students were genuinely excited about a two-day spiritual retreat. The singing was loud and fervent, the participation hearty, and the rapport with the speaker warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert came from Uganda for the two days to address the issues of life skills. A young, married, English-speaking African man was a good match for the ISP student body and they easily identified with him. He was well-experienced in speaking to youth, having worked with Scripture Union in Uganda before starting Life Skills Solution International. He spoke on the subjects of self-esteem, decision-making, sex and relationships, and a purpose-driven life – all of which were heartily endorsed by the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one hopes that the enthusiasm for spiritual matters will prevail when a sugar-less Monday arrives and the sixth lunch-less day ensues. In fact, they’re better at dealing with these vicissitudes than I. Their prayers of thanksgiving at morning devotions bless me and challenge me in my attitude. They are tireless in their requests for help with health issues, finding money for fees, praying for grieving families and people on journeys. And they rejoice generously with classmates who praise God for providing their school fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their favourite songs from the American hymn book are ‘No, never alone’, ‘’There’s not a friend like the lowly Jesus’ and ‘What a friend we have in Jesus’. Umirambe loves ‘Trust and obey’; and I see in this Catholic a greater spirituality than in many of the ‘true sons of CECA-20’. Baraka, the son of a CECA-20 pastor, knows that the reputation of ‘pastor’s kids’ is bad and has determined to be different. Madit-Rwoth loves his name because it reminds him of the fact that his parents prayed for him when as a child he almost died and God spared him. Some of the students are pretty poor at writing the correct answers to the doctrine questions but their lives show that true belief is influencing their behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does growth occur? Jesus said we don’t know how it happens. The soil itself makes the plants grow and bear fruit; first the tender stalk appears, then the head, and finally the head full of grain. (Mk 4:26-28) So each one of us must do the work that the Lord has given to him – planting or watering – and wait for God to make the plant grow. (I Cor 3: 5-7) It happens. I saw such spiritual growth in others at a different time in another place.&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;I watched the magnolia tree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;respond to the warmth and light of spring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;That which appeared dead put forth buds.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;Out from the dull green sheaths emerged&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;tightly furled pink-tinged petals&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;In due time those flowers will&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;unfurl,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;expand&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;blossom -&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;revealing all the beauty of the inner cup.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And so it is with you.&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;Exposed to the warmth of friendship&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;and the light of God's truth,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;your faith has been nurtured.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;Your inner spirit exposed -&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;gently,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;cautiously,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;imperceptibly.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;One day we'll witness the revelation of the full bloom.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Bridget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-2687824847914071514?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/2687824847914071514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=2687824847914071514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/2687824847914071514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/2687824847914071514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/06/bridgets-bunia-blog-46.html' title='Bridget&apos;s Bunia Blog 46'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-7730492644844986111</id><published>2007-06-04T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:29:26.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>The Official Packing List</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Required:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bible, notebook, journal, pen (the kind that doesn’t leak on planes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passport w/yellow immunization card (turned in to the leaders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malaria medication (turned in to the leaders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hand sanitizer (unscented), 2 X 1/3 rolls of toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal hygiene  items (e.g. deodorant, anti-bacterial soap, shampoo, what you need to get ready)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One each: wash cloth, hand towel, bath towel; decent flat twin-sized sheet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(will not come home with you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Student identification card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing paper or note cards for Thank-you notes; supporters list with addresses will be provided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A gift item to leave with your host home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Recommended:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunglasses, sunscreen, lip balm (SPF 15 minimum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insect repellant with DEET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things to read and do on the plane (i.e. card games, books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera  (don’t forget &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra &lt;/span&gt;memory/film and batteries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending money (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt; than $100 in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;, clean, unripped, $20 or larger bills only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Windbreaker or light jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Shower” sandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of you will also need:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a money belt to be worn &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;inside &lt;/span&gt;your clothing (2 leaders / 2 students)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-6/qid=1181053740/ref=sr_1_6/602-8983244-3934200?ie=UTF8&amp;asin=B0006446AA "&gt;travel type hair dryer with duel wattage&lt;/a&gt; (1 leader / 1 student)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Clothing needs:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enough undergarments to last one week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4-5 outfits&lt;br /&gt;Gals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dresses/skirts/jumpers mid-calf or longer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;modest blowse-type tops covering your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;khakis/jeans with no rips or worn out bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;short-sleeve collared shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1-2 long-sleeve shirts/sweaters/sweatshirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair of shoes dressy enough to come to church in, sturdy enough to walk a mile in, and comfortable enough to wear every day all day for a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair of sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pair of long “Bermuda” shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 set of sleeping clothes suitable for mixed-gender setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A modest bathing suit (GALS, no midriff / GUYS, drug-free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Do Not PACK:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any type of Personal Electronic Entertainment Paraphernalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfume or cologne, excessive makeup, expensive jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food items other than gum or mints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything that would call unwarranted attention as an American, a tourist, or a wealthy person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything that you would not want to get lost, stolen, or damaged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything that is not specifically mentioned on this list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;General reminders:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We will have some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congolese ladies &lt;/span&gt;do laundry at the seminary, but you can still wear each outfit several times while we are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use a laundry marker to put your initials into any clothes that you want back after laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything &lt;/span&gt;liquid or gel into ZIP-LOC bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need to pack in one large suitcase and you will be carrying team-related items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should pack your carryon (back-pack sized) to meet all your needs for a full two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What you wear from the US to Entebbe is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in addition&lt;/span&gt; to this list, but you need to be prepared to be “in uniform” when we land in Bunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Russell if you have any questions about anything you are packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-7730492644844986111?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/7730492644844986111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=7730492644844986111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/7730492644844986111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/7730492644844986111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/06/official-packing-list.html' title='The Official Packing List'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21914914.post-8843151270681982516</id><published>2007-06-02T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T11:34:50.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Continuous Revival (Conviction, Confession, Cleansing)</title><content type='html'>Here then are the three main points of &lt;a href="http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/continuous-revival-introduction.html"&gt;Continuous Revival&lt;/a&gt; that we have covered so far--&lt;a href="http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/continuous-revival-walk.html"&gt;Walking with Jesus&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/03/continuous-revival-brokenness.html"&gt;Brokenness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/05/continuous-revival-cups-running-over.html"&gt;Cups Running Over&lt;/a&gt;. But when cups do not run over, which is very often—then what? Only sin stops the inner witness. Then how are we to know what the sin is? The answer to that is to be found in reading on in this key chapter of 1 John 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3 has spoken of two-way fellowship, and verse 4 of fullness of joy. Verse 5 gives a surprise. John says he is now going to give us the inner truth about Him with whom we walk. He is ... love? No --“God is light.” If it just said “love,” that would be easy, for I might escape a too strict facing of sin by saying, “Well, anyhow He loves”—which is indeed what I have often said. But “this is the message ... God is light.” What then does that mean? Well, nothing could be more simple. The obvious main function of light is to reveal things as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scriptures themselves say that—“…all things become visible when they are exposed by the light...” (Ephesians 5:13). Light is very silent, does not push or drive anyone, but is inescapable to any honest person. You can’t lie to light. If you hit your toe against an object in the dark, you may mistakenly say that it is a table. But when the light is turned on in the room, you can no longer continue to say that it is a table if it really is a piano. Light just gives you the lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is light. Silently, inexorably He shines on and in us, revealing things just as they are in His sight. Have you ever noticed the pivotal place given, even in salvation, to our response to light? In John 3, we are distinctly told that men are not lost because of their sins, for they have already been atoned for, but they are lost for refusing the light. “This is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, but men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.” Light silently showed them exactly what they are in God’s holy sight, but they won’t take it. No, they will never “come to the light” and admit themselves to be what God says they are; but the only way any of us have been saved has been by responding to that light and saying about ourselves what God says. Thus our eternal destiny hangs on whether we love darkness or come to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even as this is true concerning the unsaved and the necessity of their “coming to the light,” it is also true in 1 John 1 of the believer and the necessity of his “walking in the light.” He also can walk in darkness (verse 6), if he wishes to do so. That is to say he can refuse to admit, concerning himself, what God says about him; he can have other and more convenient names for his sins. Worse still, he can be either a deliberate hypocrite (saying he has fellowship with Him, but really walking in the darkness), or he can be self-deceived and not recognize that he is sinning when he is saying he has no sin (verse 8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it gets down to this. Sin is a revelation. It is God who graciously shows us sin, even is it is He who shows us the precious blood. Sin is only seen to be SIN—against God—when He reveals it; otherwise sin may just be known as a wrong against a brother, or an anti-social act, or an inconvenience, or a disability, or some such thing. Indeed that is often the extent of the message of a “social gospel,” to be rid of sin as a hindrance to brotherhood, as an inconvenience to human progress; not as coming short of the glory of God. GOD shows us sin. We do not need to keep looking inside ourselves. This is not a life of introspection or morbid self-examination. We do not walk with sin, we walk with Jesus; but, as we walk in childlike faith and fellowship with Him step by step, moment by moment, then if the cups cease to run over, He who is light, with whom we are walking, will clearly show us what the SIN is which is hindering, what its real name is in His sight, rather than the pseudonym, the excusing title, which we might find it more convenient to call it. Let us say again, it is so simple. God does not speak in terms of general condemnation leading to despair of past or fear of future. He speaks in simple specific terms of any actual sin in the present which is hindering the inner witness of His Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do then? Well, that is obvious. 1 John1:9 says, “If we confess our sins ...” The word CONFESS is the word SAY with the preposition CON or WITH added. Three times over in those verses 5-10 man has said his own say (verses 6, 8, 10); but to confess is to say with another, to say what another says. To confess is to say about my sin what God says about it. “You say that is sin, Lord; so do I.” That is confession, of course, with the desire to be rid of the sin and the actual ceasing to do the thing, or maintain the attitude, or whatever it is. Then where there is this confession, we all know there is the word of promise, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” We may say the cleansing is almost automatic, where there is the confession. That light which shines so unchangingly on the sin, shines also on the blood. “If we walk in the Light as He Himself is in the Light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus His Son cleanses us from all sin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When walking in the light, we read, both sin and the precious blood are seen, the one, praise God, canceling out the other. And it is important to remember that confession of sin does not deliver by itself. It is THE BLOOD that cleanses, and we must always pass on from confession to faith and praise for THE BLOOD, believing that the blood alone is what glorifies God and delivers us. Folk often remain depressed and mournful and asking others to pray for them after confession of sin, when they ought to pass straight on by simple faith to the blood ever flowing and cleansing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, where the blood cleanses, the Spirit witnesses, and where the Spirit witnesses, the cups always run over! So we are back again where we started—walking with Jesus step by step, brokenness, cups running over. When they stop running over, it is always sin. Sin is seen as sin in the light of God. As we walk in that light, we recognize and confess our sins; the blood cleanses; the Spirit witnesses; and the cups run over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21914914-8843151270681982516?l=congo2007.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/feeds/8843151270681982516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21914914&amp;postID=8843151270681982516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/8843151270681982516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21914914/posts/default/8843151270681982516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congo2007.blogspot.com/2007/06/continuous-revival-conviction.html' title='Continuous Revival (Conviction, Confession, Cleansing)'/><author><name>- R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562971643649883166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10090699062845952772'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>