Launch of Renovo, a new cell ministry in Huambo

Hi to all our prayer partners around the world!

I’d like to briefly update you on ministry progress here in Huambo. We have been preparing for several months for a cell-based church plant to reach the educated urban classes of our city, many of whom have some Christian background and/or spiritual thirst, but who for a variety of reasons have turned their back on church. The vision of this cell ministry – Renovo as it is now called – is to create a multiplying network of home-based worship groups that focus on Scripture, transparent lives, mutual care, and a mission to bless the world.

Apparently this vision is attractive! Yesterday we soft launched the ministry with a group of 27 people (14 adults and 13 kids) in the home of our good friends Domingos and Emília.  Many of these people have not attended a church group of any kind in some time.  The atmosphere was warm and inviting and full of excitement for what might lie ahead.  Engagement with Scripture and with each other was open and heartfelt.  Our text for the day was from John 7:37 – “All who are thirsty, come…” And they are coming.  Next week, even more may come.

Please join us in prayer.  Give God thanks and praise for the work He has been doing in each of these 27 lives to bring us to this point.  Also join us in petitioning God to let this current group cohere well, to bring new people who need Christ, and to enable new groups to start.  Most of all, pray that God will draw people to Christ and that they will have the courage to dedicate all to Him in baptism, faith, and repentance, to the glory of the Father!

Danny

And the Lord added to their number…

Today is a truly blessed day! Five people gave their lives to Christ, joining in His death through baptism to start a new life.

Gathered for Kapango baptisms

Gathered for Kapango baptisms

In the very young church plant in Kapango, we have spent the last month studying together what it means to become a Christian. These five are the first in this congregation to respond to the timeless gospel message. This morning a group of eighteen people gathered to travel to the water – since it is the end of the dry season, the closest suitable water is a small lake on the other side of town. There at the water’s edge, with many people and many angels looking on, God did His work and the Holy Spirit found a new home in five hearts. Your new sister’s name is Sol, and your new brothers are Avelino, António, João, and José.

New Christians receive their new Bibles

New Christians receive their new Bibles

Each of the new Christians received a Bible in accessible Portuguese, thanks to generous Christians in the U.S. If you would like to place more Bibles in the hands of Angolans who lack access to God’s Word, visit our Bibles for Angolans page.

Tomorrow, two young congregations – Lossambo and Kapango – will join together in a Sunday worship service of celebration and thanksgiving for the new additions to God’s church. Please join with them in prayer and thanksgiving to God!

João receives Christ

João receives Christ

Avelino begins a new life

Avelino begins a new life

José receives the Holy Spirit

José receives the Holy Spirit

António becomes a child of God

António becomes a child of God

Sol is clothed with Christ

Sol is clothed with Christ

Have our (Strategic) Cake and Eat It Too?

They say we have to choose.  We can’t have the performance of a Camaro and the fuel-efficiency of a Corolla.  We can’t have the comfort of the status quo and the improvements of forward progress. We can’t have the companionship of a house cat and a couch free of fur.  They say we can’t have our cake and eat it too.

When it comes to mission strategy in Angola, we beg to differ.  Our team finds ourselves at the crossroads in several areas, and traditional approaches tell us we have to choose.  Maybe they’re right.  But for the time being, we are embracing the strategic AND instead of the OR.  Here’s a glimpse into what an AND future might hold.

Nationwide Ministry or AND Local Ministry

Mango (pictured in orange) leads a bible study on the book of Mark

In our first 10 months in Angola, we’ve already felt this tension.  Our extensive travels have opened significant doors in far-flung corners of Angola, but have also lessened our ministry time at home.  Recently, we discussed the situation in depth, asking ourselves if we need to address the imbalance.  The answer?  We still believe we should strive for local AND national ministry, made possible by a mentoring approach.  Significant time spent with leaders at the beginning will build the trust necessary for a continued mentoring relationship in the future, even if we only see each other occasionally.  Here’s an example:

In February we spent a week in Luena with Pastor Kazenga and the church there.  Our mutual trust grew and our teaching was well received.  Future trips to Luena to continue mentoring these leaders are scheduled for June and August.  Meanwhile, in Huambo, we have been investing relationship time with Mango and a small study group.  Mango is stepping into leadership.  Since these works are dependent not on us but on their Angolan leaders, we are free to travel back and forth, each time building on the last.

Doctrinally Sound or AND Diverse

Conservative approaches value doctrinal soundness, but end up with cookie-cutter churches. Liberal approaches value diversity, but lose their Scriptural grounding. But a study of New Testament congregations shows a rich diversity that flourishes within the soil of faithfulness to apostolic teaching. We hope to cultivate the same in Angola through emphases on maturing and congregational autonomy.  In other words, each congregation is free to grow in obedience to Scripture at their own pace.

Robert teaching an ICA congregation

Robert recently spent time teaching in a new church in Lubango that came out of a Pentecostal background; a possible church plant in Kuito will incorporate members from a conservative Church of Christ background; and congregations in Luanda share an ICA doctrinal background. In all of these contexts, solid biblical teaching in a setting of congregational autonomy allows each church to mature while respecting the diversity among them.

Gospel-Centered or AND Holistic

Thankfully the days of arguing about the social gospel are basically over. We recognize that the gospel touches all of human life. But the tension remains in ministry: with limited energy and time, should we focus on service ministries (which are badly needed!) or on church planting and maturation?  If we invest in service ministries, how do we avoid exacerbating the problems of dependency? We believe the answer is, Service ministry should flow out of local congregations. Our team’s job is not to be the source of major community improvement, but rather to teach local Christians how to care for their communities as Christ does.

Jordan is in the early stages of developing an early response medical training ministry, since many people here suffer greatly because of inadequate first aid and ambulance services. But instead of this being a service of the Angola Mission Team, it will be an outreach service from local congregations, so that God will receive the glory.

 

These are just a few of the ministry tensions we are starting to face.  We embrace these tensions.  For in the tension we find ourselves stretched and growing, and we find room for God to shape our strategy and ministry as He chooses.  May He receive all the glory!

 


Interested to learn more?  Check out our Vision and Strategy pages.

Reading Bible Stories to Neighborhood Children

Most children in Angola are free to wander during the days, especially the boys, since girls have the responsibility to look after younger siblings. During the school holidays, I saw five boys walking on homemade stilts outside of our yard and I invited them in to read a Bible story. A month later I’m still reading stories and singing to eager faces. They’ve brought friends and family and onlookers have come and gone. I never know how many I’ll have each day, but I know I can count on the smiles of Mano, Nucho, Chico, Podi, and Lano. I don’t know where God will take these stories, but I pray for these boys and girls every day.

Making Friends in the Marketplace

Most of my personal interaction with Angolans has been in the marketplace and neighborhood. For the first few months, I tried to use my time in the market to at least have a small interaction with a few people. I must admit, when I was tired I just went and did my shopping. Very quickly I met Ana, and slowly I began to recognize a few more people – like Amelia who is one of the few fruit sellers at my market. Ana introduced me to Rita one day when I was looking for eggplants, and Rita recognized me several weeks later to begin our friendship. Then I picked out Maria to buy tomatoes from, and she gives me extra every visit, starting from the first day I introduced myself. I discovered on my second visit that her Portuguese is limited to the basic phrases she needs for work, but we still count each other as friends. I am beginning now to move a little deeper, to ask them more about their lives and to share more of mine. It is quite a journey.

An Arduous Journey Is Worth the Effort

In 2006 and 2008, the Angola Team (in its configuration at those times) visited a new church of Christians in Luena, Angola, most of whom recently returned from refugee camps in eastern Zambia. This congregation had a variety of difficulties in trying to gather each Sunday for worship, including the government’s requirement that they affiliate with a registered church denomination. (The registration of new church denominations has been closed since the late 1990s.) A third visit to these Christians had been high on our priority list since we arrived in Angola in July, and we finally found an opportunity in February. A number of the leaders of the group from 2006 and 2008 now worship with a new ICA church plant in Luena (the Angolan church that has invited our team to work alongside them). So with the help of the local ICA church leaders, we organized a week of teaching for the church there. Danny, Nathan, Jordan and I (Robert) set out from Huambo in the Reeses’ and Nathan’s vehicles.

We had heard the roads were bad, and the route was confusing, so we decided to travel in convoy with an experienced taxi driver (also traveling in a Land Cruiser). Our good friend Charles and several of his family traveled with us on their way to the funeral of a family member. We were also joined by our Angolan brother Bamba, who traveled by bus from Luanda in order to join us on the journey. On the evening before we traveled, we drove to Kuito (2 hours east of Huambo) and spent the night in a guestroom at the home of our friend, Marianne, a German Baptist missionary. The following morning, we rose early, had a light breakfast, and arrived at the taxi stop at 7 AM.

We left Kuito at 10 AM (some of the travelers in the taxi arrived late) and arrived in Luena at 11 AM the following day, after a hard journey. About 17 hours were spent traversing the 400 km, including many stops to pull the lead vehicle (our guide) out of the deep mud that covered a long stretch of road. From 10 PM until 4 AM we slept on the side of the road, deciding to rest a few hours. We finally arrived on Tuesday, 12 hours later than we had planned, exhausted and amazed.

The best $10 ever spent - a recover strap

The best $10 ever spent - a recover strap

Our host, Pastor Kazenga, gave us the remainder of the day to rest. We were accommodated well, in a rented house with several bedrooms, a large living room, and a small kitchen. We slept and reorganized our teaching plan to fit in the remaining four days of the schedule. Jordan – the strongest of the lot of us – managed the strength to fix supper, as she did each day while the trio of men rested (the three of us all felt a bit ill) or prepared for the next day’s teaching. Angolan friends joined us for many of the meals.

On Wednesday, we visited the provincial head of the Ministry of Culture and the provincial headquarters of Immigration – two obligatory visits on any trip outside of Huambo or Luanda. That afternoon, Danny introduced our topic to the gathered church leaders – about 25 men and women and a dozen young adults (ages 16-25) who sing with the church choir. We would spend the week teaching about the church and challenging the congregation to grow more and more like the New Testament church of Jesus’ first followers. We delivered each lesson in Portuguese and someone translated into Chokwe or Luvale. Our teaching program:

Danny teaches the gathered church leaders

Danny teaches the gathered church leaders

Wed. PM: To whom belongs the church? (Danny)
Thur. AM: The temple of God & the New Testament on church buildings. (Robert)
Thur. PM: What is our identity? (Nathan)
Fri. AM: Who is consecrated? All Christians are set apart to serve. (Danny)
Fri. PM: Every member of the body has a gift to contribute. (Robert)
Sat. AM: Who leads the local church? Study on elders. (Danny)
Sat. PM: Conclusion – Search the Scriptures. (Nathan) & Questions and Answers (Danny and Robert)

On Sunday morning, Charles taught Bible class and Danny preached on “the mission of God.” Sunday afternoon, Jordan met with the women of the church while Danny, Nathan and I met with a smaller group of men to discuss the relationship between our friends from 2006/2008 and the new ICA congregation.

Jordan and two ICA "Mamas"

On Monday, we returned to Huambo with (thankfully!) better weather and dryer roads. The journey lasted just over 10 hours.

The journey was well worth the struggle. We were encouraged by our time with the congregation. Many leaders asked thoughtful questions and wrestled with the Scriptures we shared. They showed genuine interest and desire to understand God’s Word concerning the church. This young congregation has already (before our visit) assisted in the planting of three other churches in the area. We will return to visit these other church plants in June with several leaders from Luanda. The Luena congregation is a vibrant group of believers and we look forward to future visits and opportunities to study God’s Word alongside them.

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Cross-Cultural Travels, part 3

Day Seven: Return to Our Roots

Our first visit on the seventh day of our trip was the congregation where it all began. The first I.C.A. congregation planted by refugees returning from the Democratic Republic of the Congo, began just north of Damba in a neighborhood called “Catorze” (meaning “14”). Now the congregation consists of less than 15 adult members, primarily from one family. In the absence of a pastor, a father-son team leads the congregation, Mayala André and Bwaka André. We spent several minutes touring the grounds with these brothers and then set out for the northern border town of Maquela do Zombo.

Catorze Church

Pastor Bula from Damba (center) and the two couples that lead the Catorze congregation

Two I.C.A. congregations exist in Maquela. In the early afternoon we arrived at the first. We met Pastor Domingos Tomás and ate lunch. After lunch, Banda had a closed meeting with the local leadership while the rest of us chatted outside. Several of the other delegates began to grow concerned that we would be late for our next scheduled appointment with the Municipal Administrator. It seems that timeliness becomes much more important when visiting someone of high status, though individuals of high status are rarely on time themselves (never, in my experience thus far). Someone entered the building to advise Banda of the time. Banda acknowledged the warning and calmly stated that his purpose was first and foremost the people of God, and that visiting government officials would only come after that purpose was fulfilled. This statement met some alarm among the other delegates who heard the report, but Danny, Nathan, and I quietly admired Banda’s carefully adjusted propriety.

During Banda’s meeting, the “young people” of the congregation (generally speaking, anyone between the ages of 16 and 35) met under a tree outside for a discussion led by Jonas (who we picked up in Damba) and Makiesse (who had just joined us that same day), the director of I.C.A.’s one-year ministry training school (E.T.O.I.C.A.). Jonas and Makiesse stressed the importance of regular Bible study and sincere involvement in the daily life of the church. Makiesse also recruited people for E.T.O.I.C.A. Nathan, Danny and I joined this conversation and shared our own thoughts. We were encouraged by the enthusiasm of these young men and women.

We left for the government offices at an hour when most government officials have gone home for the day (after 3 PM). As we expected, the Assistant Administrator was not present (and the Administrator was on holiday – a theme for the trip) but they directed us to his home. We arrived at a beautiful old-Portuguese mansion and were invited inside to sit in a large living room with ornate furniture and a high ceiling. The Assistant Administrator entered to greet us and apologized for the setting (ironically), then we went through the usual process while seated on plush sofas.

Departing the mansion, we drove to the Ministry of Culture. The official had left for the weekend (it was Friday) and they asked us to come back on Monday. Banda explained that we were returning to Luanda on Monday. They suggested that we return to Luanda after our meeting with Minister of Culture. Banda thanked them for their help. We walked outside and he assured us that we would not extend our trip for this meeting.

We returned relatively early to the church. Nathan, Danny, and I set out in search of fuel for the vehicles, but the only pump in town was out of diesel and gasoline. We deliberated for a few minutes about whether to purchase some of the fuel for sale in 2 liter bottles at an adjacent market stall that was very likely diluted with water. A Portuguese motorist, working for a mining company, saw us at the pump and stopped to meet us. He advised us against using the bottled fuel. We determined that we could make it through the next day’s travel with our jerry can reserve and returned to the church building.

We enjoyed a dinner of the usual fare. Our hosts kept a bucket of cold water full for us in an outdoor room for bathing. After a bit of relaxation, we rolled out our sleeping bags on the straw mats provided and slept.

 

Day Eight: Into the Wilderness

The day’s agenda included two visits to churches located some distance outside the city in opposite directions. We set out west to reach the first congregation, traversing a much rougher road than others we had traveled thus far on the trip. Two hours later we arrived at a small village, Malele, composed of about two dozen mud brick homes with thatch roofs. The church building stood at the edge of town looking over a steep hill that descended to a river and rose again to form taller hills in the distance. The church members share a plot of land on the closest part of this expanse where they have planted cassava.

The village of Malele

The village of Malele

The local Soba, traditional community leaders [think: chief] to whom the Angolan government assigns official titles and responsibilities, attended our assembly. Our visit marked the first time Banda had visited this congregation. After the meeting we explored the land a bit while lunch was prepared. Then we ate together, took a group photo, and piled back into the vehicles.

We drove through Maquela and out to the northeast to reach the congregation in Kimbata, a larger village on the border with the Democratic Republic of the Congo. The terrain was rugged and included a river crossing where locals pointed out the safest route through the water. We arrived with much fanfare and met Pastor Kassowa Pedro. About 30 adults and 70 or more children attended the service. After a meal and a photo session, the congregation presented us with a sheep to add to our livestock collection. We began the trip back to Maquela, with the sheep on the roof, and reached the river crossing at dusk. Upon our arrival our hosts in Maquela prepared tea and a light snack for us. We relaxed a bit and retired for the night.

We are thankful for our vehicles!

We are thankful for our vehicles!

 

Day Nine: The Grand Conclusion

Our breakfast on Sunday morning was a special meal that included eggs and sausages (read: little hot dogs) alongside the usual fare. We showered and dressed and had an exuberant combined worship service with both of the congregations from Maquela. Banda delivered the final performance of his Nehemiah 1 sermon and each of us greeted the church with a few words of encouragement. After the service ended, we ate lunch with Pastor Domingos Tomás.Then Banda began teaching his Bible lesson about the tabernacle to a handful of church leaders while the rest of us chatted outside in the shade.

Banda and the pastors from Maquela

Banda and the pastors from Maquela

After the conclusion of these meetings, we began to load the vehicles and took a few last photographs. We had an uneventful drive back to Damba, where we would spend the night and plan to get an early start the following morning. We arranged to have the original two goats, the newly acquired sheep, a third goat (a gift from the Damba congregation), and the sacks of ground cassava delivered at 5:00 am so that we could load the vehicles early. After a light supper, we slept.

Day Ten: The Delegation Returns

At about 5:15 in the morning, Danny, Nathan and I began loading the vehicles. We put the three goats and the sheep on Danny’s roof rack. Three sacks of ground cassava (weighing at least 70 kg each) went in the back of Nathan’s truck. I carefully packed the other luggage, with a chicken on top, so that everything would fit. We added two church members to our passenger list who needed a ride to Uige, so the first leg of the voyage was a bit crowded. We stopped briefly at the market in Damba so that several people (including Nathan) could buy a small sack of caterpillars to take home. Then we hit the road. We had decided the previous evening not to eat breakfast in Damba, but to eat in the home of Pastor Domingos in Negage – or next stop.

We had a nice breakfast, said goodbye to Domingos, left one goat behind (as his share of the bounty) and drove a bit further to Uige. In Uige, we said goodbye to our extra traveling companions and Pastor Landu, and we left a second goat. Just outside of Uige, we stopped again so that several of our Angolan colleagues could buy bush meat – a special treat, which is difficult to obtain in Luanda. We stopped once more before reaching Luanda at a rural market where Papa N’Dambulula and Papa Luavo bought bananas to bring as a gift for their wives. We arrived at Banda’s home in Luanda just before 6 pm that evening.

We unloaded the luggage and left the third goat and the chicken with Banda for the Luanda delegates to share. The sheep remained with us for the journey back to Huambo. (We later ate this sheep at a meeting in Huambo with Banda and other I.C.A. leaders.) Nathan said goodbye and left to prepare for his trip to the U.S.A. later that week. Danny and I gave rides to Papa N’Dambulula and Papa Luavo on our way to a friend’s home in Luanda, where we would spend the night (and take hot showers!) before driving to Huambo the following day.

Our adventure through Uige province was a great blessing. We believe our visit generated much excitement and will open doors for future ministry. In the immediate present, the great value to our team was the insight into Angola culture. We learned much and deepened our relationships with our travel companions in ways that only such an adventure makes possible.

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Cross-Cultural Travels, part 2

This is the long-awaited continuation of our story, begun in this blog post in November. It is an account of our travels with Angolan church leaders to visit the I.C.A. congregations in Uige province.

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Day Four: Rural Shift

We left Uige and headed north, passing through Negage and pausing to pick up Pastor Domingos. Once outside of Negage, any signs of urban life disappeared. Crop fields surrounded us on all sides and we encountered many herds of goats or pigs crossing the road.

We stopped first in the small village of Bungo and visited the congregation composed of about 15 adults. Banda delivered his sermon and then invited the members to share their perspective on the health of the congregation in Bungo. Afterward, Banda had a private meeting with the pastor, Manuel Dombas, while the rest of us explored the vast plot of land that the government had given to the church in that community. Papa Luavo – our agricultural specialist – began to dream of what the church could do with a small start-up fund and some teamwork. For the remainder of the trip, we talked often about his ideas for agricultural development among the I.C.A. congregations of Uige. Once Banda and Pastor Dombas concluded their chat, we shared a meal of the usual fare and venison [read: bush meat] – by far the tastiest meat we ate on the trip.

The Bungo church

Some of our hosts outside Pastor Dombas's home

We said goodbye and traveled a short distance up the road to the next congregation in Quipanzo Mucanza. A group of about 50 men and women were waiting enthusiastically outside the building, singing loudly to welcome us. We joined them for a lively worship service, culminating in Banda’s sermon once more, and a period of time for the members to share their concerns about the church. We had a meal with Pastor Bernardo and other leaders of the congregation and then rushed off for our final destination, now running several hours behind schedule.

After several hours on the road, we arrived in Damba, which would serve as our base of operations for the next few days. Due to the late hour of our arrival, our planned meeting with the congregation’s leaders was cancelled, but many of the members had remained at the building to greet us. We were all tired from the days’ journey and asked for a light meal so we could retire soon. (They were prepared to offer us another feast, which would have been our third large meal of the day.) We prepared to sleep on the soft dirt floor of the church building, lined with straw mats on which we placed our sleeping bags. The American travelers later agreed that this was the most comfortable bed we had on the trip. As we drifted off to sleep, we realized that the church members were not leaving. They had all brought their own mats and blankets and joined us on the church floor for a large slumber party in our honor.

 

Day Five: Damba

In the morning, we woke and each delegate carried out his morning ritual. A number of the I.C.A. leaders “run” on most mornings, which for them means that they select two points about three meters apart and jog between them ten times. The rest of us got our exercise by walking about two kilometers to the river for a bath. We returned for our breakfast and then left for our appointments with the Damba pastor, Afonso Bula.

We went directly to the office of the municipal administrator. While we waited outside her office, we encountered a new traveling companion, Jonas, who had traveled from Luanda to meet up with us and replace one of the other delegates who had been unable to come. Jonas added a lively personality to the group. He enjoys travel and had Nathan take a special photo of him at each of the congregations we visited.

Our traveling companion, Jonas

Our traveling companion, Jonas

After a short meeting with the municipal administrator (comprised of the usual greetings and formalities), we met also with the local Ministry of Culture official. Then we made a special visit to the local office of the M.P.L.A. (ruling government party) to visit an old colleague of Banda’s, but unfortunately he was no longer stationed in that office. We proceeded to the National Radio station, took the tour, and Banda recorded another brief interview.

On the way back to the church building we paused at the local market. Nathan discovered several women selling handfuls of small caterpillars and asked the nearest I.C.A. delegate if they were sold for eating. That question sealed our fate, and cooked caterpillars featured on our menu later that evening. I walked around the market with Pastor Bula and was impressed by the interactions he had with various venders, whom he obviously knew well. Before leaving the market, Nathan and I each bought apples for $1 apiece in hopes of easing our digestion.

At the church building we worshiped with the Damba congregation, including all the usual components (Banda’s sermon on Nehemiah 1, etc.). They welcomed the delegation warmly and afterwards we all shared a meal. Each American was coaxed into trying one caterpillar. I wish I could say they tasted like chicken … After dinner we had some time to relax and chat before laying out our mats and falling asleep.

 

Day Six: Barnyard Bounty

The day’s itinerary consisted of visits to four congregations stretched out across the road running east of town. We saw few other vehicles on the road and passed through a number of small settlements with their mud huts set amongst fields of crops.

Our first stop was in one of these villages, Kinkadi, where we met Pastor Pindi António and another enthusiastic group of about 15 believers. They sang and cheered as we pulled up next to the church. We entered the building and Banda led our usual service. After our ceremonial exit of the building (the visitors exit first while the congregation sings, and then stop just outside the door to shake everyone’s hand in procession), a boy emerged from the village leading a goat by a rope. Pastor Pindi presented the goat to us as a gift. As we would pass through this village on our return journey that day, we decided to leave the goat with them until the evening.

Kinkadi Church

Celebrating our arrival

Pastor Pindi joined us for the rest of our visits that day. The next congregation, in Kissaco, had created an arch of branches and flowers at the entrance and exit to the village as part of their welcome to us. Danny drove the Land Cruiser slowly through the arch. The vehicle just managed to clear the portal and we reached our arms outside the windows to steady the braches as we passed through. The congregation received us with enthusiasm. We had a slightly abbreviated version of our program followed by a meal prepared in our honor at the home of Pastor Pedro Kaleia. We departed with nearly as much fanfare as when we arrived.

At the midway point between this village and the next, we stopped at an old fort, high on a hill, to meet with the Community Administrator who oversees the villages in the region. Shortly before we reached the fort, we passed a man driving a motorcycle with a female passenger. As we passed, they turned around to follow us. The passenger was our next appointment, and – as we were running late – she had been on her way home for lunch. She was the Assistant Administrator, Vinda Mavembo, (the Administrator was on holiday) and she received us with the customary greetings. A handful of other lesser officials joined the meeting, as our arrival was likely the most interesting of the week’s events. After introductions and explaining the purpose of our visit, we were off again.

By this point in our day – as with most days – we were running several hours behind schedule. We only briefly stopped at the next church building (in the village of Kula), where we learned that the members had already gone on ahead of us to our fourth and final stop. We piled back into the vehicles and drove to Kangani, where we found all the church members, Pastor Kinyenga (of Kula), and Pastor Fadula (of Kangani) gathered to receive us. After another worship service and a large meal, we gathered again around the cars and said goodbye. The church members presented us with a second goat, a bunch of bananas, and a 50-lb sack of cassava. Danny loaded the goat onto his roof rack, Nathan stuffed the sack of cassava into the back of his car with a few of the extra passengers who were hitching a ride, and we began the return journey.

Danny loads a goat on the roof

Danny loads a goat on the roof

The goat did not enjoy the ride. He bleated and kicked with each bump. After just a short distance and a particularly hard bump, the goat’s hind legs broke free of their bonds and swung down to hand directly in front of the rear passenger window. The passengers heard a loud bleat, a thud, and then saw the underbelly of a goat blocking our view of the countryside. I laughed loudly for several minutes. Danny immediately stopped and climbed onto the roof rack to tie the goat more securely. After we were underway again, I explained to the other passengers that events that seem only somewhat unusual to them often strike us as completely beyond our imagination. I had never pictured myself traveling through the Angolan countryside with a goat strapped to the roof. They all laughed with me.

After passing the government fort, we saw the Education Secretary (whom we had met earlier) walking home. We stopped, offered him a ride, and had some interesting conversation about life as a government official in rural areas. We stopped to let him off at his home in the next town. In Kissaco, several passengers remained and we picked up a new family, a second sack of cassava, and a chicken. Danny loaded the goat with the first on the roof and I set the chicken on top of some luggage in the back of the car. The remainder of the trip was a cacophony of bleats, clucks, and my quiet laughter.

goat and chicken

In Kinkadi, we added the second goat and a third sack of cassava. We said goodbye to Pastor Pindi. We arrived back in Damba after dark. The goats were led off to pasture and someone took the sacks of cassava to be ground into powder. We would pick up our bounty again on our way back to Luanda.

Coming tomorrow: Days Seven through Ten, including a visit to the first I.C.A. church in Angola and “gift shopping” for our wives.

Building my RAFT

Recently, while at my parents’ house, I picked up a copy of the book The Third Culture Kid Experience: Growing Up Among Worlds by David C. Pollack and Ruth E. Van Reken (Intercultural Press, 1999). It is a wonderful book, which I highly recommend to anyone who is a TCK* or is raising a TCK. One of the authors, Dave Pollack, came to Kenya when I was a senior in high school to do a weekend Reentry Seminar with all the graduating seniors at Rosslyn Academy. It was something he did every year at the time, trying to give all of us who were getting ready to leave Kenya and head off to college the tools both to leave well and to enter the new phase of our lives well.

There is one tool that has stuck with me through the years, through all of the many transitions I have faced, and that is the idea of building a “RAFT.” To quote from the book:

The easiest way to remember what’s needed for healthy closure is to imagine building a raft. By lashing four basic “logs” together, we will be able to keep the raft afloat and get safely to the other side.

R – Reconciliation

A – Affirmation

F – Farewell

T – Thinking Ahead (Pollack and Van Reken, p. 200)

It struck me as I was reading through the entire section on RAFT-building that this is what I need to do with the Angola Team. Although we never actually lived in Angola, we invested four years of our lives in preparing to go there and closure is needed. We spent a month traveling all over Angola on a survey trip; we logged countless miles traveling to team meetings and MRN training seminars; we fundraised; we spent months trying to master Portuguese, commonly acknowledged as the most difficult of the Romantic languages. But beyond the time and the money we invested in preparing for service in Angola, we invested in relationships with our teammates. And this is what grieves me most about our separation from the team, what grieves me most about any transition – the loss of relationships. Or, more specifically, the loss of the “daily-ness” inherent in those relationships. We are still friends, but our friendships are now the long-distance kind. We aren’t intimately involved in each other’s everyday lives anymore.

This, then, is my attempt at RAFT-building, such as it is. I like to consider myself a writer; at the very least, I am a person who finds it easiest to express myself through the written word. It has taken me months to get to a place where I felt like I could even attempt to give voice to my jumbled thoughts, and I am so thankful for the words of Pollack’s book that finally gave me the needed framework on which to pin them. It isn’t perfect by any means. But I needed to write it before I get on a plane for Ecuador next week.

R – Reconciliation

“Reconciliation includes both the need to forgive and to be forgiven.” (Pollack and Van Reken, p. 201)

I am so very thankful that, as we’ve walked this road, the Angola Team has supported and affirmed us every step of the way. In my mind, they have walked that very fine line between expressing sadness to see us go and at the same time encouraging us in our new direction. Disappointment without pressure to reconsider; support with sincerity, not poorly concealed bitterness and anger. This isn’t always the way, and I have watched from afar as other teams have fractured, split apart, friendships soured and the Christian witness severely compromised. I am so very thankful that this is not our story, and it is my hope that the way we have all handled this process has been an example to many of how these types of situations can be handled in a way that still honors and glorifies God. Angola Team: Thank you, from the very depths of our hearts. Please forgive us for any hurt, disappointment, discouragement we have caused you by this decision. Believe me when I say that my own heart breaks when I consider that so many of the dreams we shared of working and raising our families alongside one another will not now be realized.

A – Affirmation

“Part of good closure is acknowledging our blessings – both to rejoice in them and to properly mourn their passing.” (Pollack and Van Reken, p. 201)

Over the last few months, I’ve struggled to make sense of the last four years in light of our complete change in direction. It’s very easy to see it all as a waste… a waste of time, of money, of effort. And yet when I consider all that we’ve gained from our association with the Angola Team, I can only be enormously grateful. Our years together have been such an important part of Rusty’s and my formation for service and ministry, and we will carry with us many of the ideas, strategies, and processes that we worked to craft together over the last few years into our new ministry in Ecuador. And beyond that, we have gained friends whom we now count among our closest and dearest in the world, and of course made many wonderful memories together that I will always cherish. Angola Team: We are grateful for the part you have played and continue to play in our lives and our children’s lives. As we walked the sometimes rocky path of team formation, of preparation for ministry, and finally of separation, you gave us the rare gift of knowing our struggles, our failings, our weaknesses, yet loving and supporting us anyway. Thank you for this.

F – Farewell

“Farewells to significant people in our lives are crucial.” (Pollack and Van Reken, p. 202)

I’ll be honest – this is the step that I am having the most difficulty with right now. Goodbyes to people who matter so much to you should be said in person, not on paper (or in an email or a blog post). When the team left for Angola last July, the Ecuador opportunity had yet to present itself to us. We saw them off at the airport in a “see you in a few months” kind of way, not a “goodbye and have a nice life” kind of way. It’s like an emotional loose end is still dangling out there, and I’m not quite sure how to tie it up. While part of me would like nothing better than to jump on a plane and fly to Angola for a few days just so I could hug all their necks and say all these things in person, another part of me recognizes the logistical and financial impracticality of such a trip. I think this is a big part of the reason why I needed to write this – to say the farewell I didn’t get to say nine months ago.  Angola Team: Goodbye for now. I fully expect that we will see each other again, and I hope that our paths will cross frequently despite being an ocean apart! Until then, we will follow your adventures from afar as I’m sure you will ours. We miss you so much and pray God’s richest blessings on each one of you. I don’t think I will ever play Settlers of Catan, celebrate the holidays, sing “I Am a Sheep,” go camping, make a pot of chai, or remember our time in Portugal without thinking of all of you. We love you!

T – Thinking Ahead

“Even as we are saying the good-byes and processing the sad reality of those good-byes, we need to think realistically about our destination.” (Pollack and Van Reken, p. 204)

And now finally, we reach the point in the process where we are to turn our thoughts toward our new destination. It sounds simple enough, and I suppose for some people it is. However, for me, this time, it has been anything but simple. I struggled for a long time to really visualize what life in Angola would look like for our family. Actually, just as I was starting to feel like I was doing better about “thinking ahead” in regards to Angola, we were in the process of deciding to go to Ecuador instead! The last few months have required a huge mental shift for me as I try to “think ahead” now to a new continent, new country, new people, new language, new work, new teammates, and the list goes on. This passage from Isaiah has become one of my mainstays when I’m tempted to dwell on the past, to wonder about all the “what if’s”:

This is what God says,
the God who builds a road right through the ocean,
who carves a path through pounding waves…
“Forget about what’s happened;
don’t keep going over old history.
Be alert, be present. I’m about to do something brand-new.
It’s bursting out! Don’t you see it?
There it is! I’m making a road through the desert,
rivers in the badlands. (Isaiah 43: 16, 18-19, MSG)

Angola Team: There is so much more that I could say! You are all so very dear to us, and you will always carry a part of our hearts with you. In one week, I will board a plane bound for Ecuador in South America. I am doing my best to “be present” and “think ahead,” but as that plane takes off, I think a small part of me will still be wishing that we were flying to Angola instead.

*TCK – Third Culture Kid, a person who is spending or has spent a significant portion of their childhood living abroad, in countries or cultures other than their own

February 2012 Newsletter

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