Monthly Archives: January 2013

Blown away by God’s provision!

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While we were back in the States on furlough, I traveled around the southeast reporting back to about 30 partnering churches, sometimes with the family, but oftentimes just on my own.

When we are reporting back to our churches, I usually explain that I have three things that I want to say with the time that I am allotted in the service. 1) Explain to them what we have been doing during our last term. 2) Inform them about what we plan on doing during our next term. 3) Thank them for what they have done that makes what we are doing possible.

When I mention to them about what our plans are for our next term, I let them know that we are going to continue to train nationals in the Bible Institute that we built and continue to oversee our first village church plant where we have seen God do some incredible things.

So what about our new plans for this term? We are excited to focus on planting several churches among the largest unreached people group in Togo, the Lamba. This is a big prayer request, as we do not yet know the exact area where we will work, nor do we yet have a translator. We are very excited about seeing God do the same thing among the unreached Lamba people as we have seen Him do among the voodoo practicing, completely unreached people where we planted our first village church.

The other “big new thing” on the agenda is that we plan to start a small orphanage on our Bible Institute property. The land that we bought several years ago has more space than the Bible Institute needs, and we already have the necessary perimeter wall built. So with the land already purchased and the perimeter wall taken care of, there are really two big things left: the funds to build the orphanage and the wisdom to know how to go about establishing a home for these children.

I am in the process right now of trying to learn as much as I can from others who have started orphanages. Their wisdom will really help us before we get started on our own orphanage. That just leaves the funds to build it and that is where we once again stand amazed at how good and gracious our God is.

We decided when we first became missionaries almost eight years ago that we were not going to send out plea letters or ask others for financial help. Our approach is just to present our ministry plans and leave the rest in the hands of our sovereign Lord to move people to partner with us.

This is exactly what happened while we were at an amazing supporting church in Fayetteville, NC during our recent furlough. During my short talk, I briefly mentioned that we are planning to start an orphanage and then spent most of the time talking about the need to take the gospel to those that are still unreached with the good news.

A few weeks later, out of the blue, the senior pastor contacted us and asked me how much it would cost to build the orphanage. I had not yet sat down to do the numbers, but off of the top of my head, I guesstimated that it would cost about 30K. A few weeks after that call, I got another call, this time from one of the assistant pastors who said he wanted to share the good news with me that somebody in their church had written a check for the orphanage for $30,000! He also let me know that they were going to triple our support, and they were already our second largest supporter! A-MAZ-ING!

I was at a loss for words and did not know how to express our gratitude (and I still am!). A few weeks went by and the assistant pastor called me back with some “bad news”. After having the opportunity to spend some time with this pastor, I had a feeling that he was just joking about the bad news, and he was. He wanted to call me and tell me that someone else in the church had also written a check for the orphanage for another $15,000!

God has always provided for us in so many marvelous ways, and He just continues to amaze us with how He provides for us in ways above and beyond our wildest expectations!

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(Picture of our children’s church)

My first, and hopefully last, “arrest”.

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While we live in Togo and have an airport 6 hours from our home, we usually drive the 11 hours over into the country of Ghana to use a less expensive airport in their much more developed capital, Accra. So Saturday I drove the 6 hours down to our capital of Lomé to take care of some business there and spend the night before heading on to Accra the next day to drop off my dad at the airport and wait for Heidi and the girls to fly in.

A few days earlier our market in Kara mysteriously caught on fire, then as we were approaching the capital of Lomé I got several phone calls telling me the market in Lomé had also mysteriously caught on fire. The US embassy had already sent out an email advising us to stay away from certain areas in the capital where a political opposition group had organized a three-day demonstration. These types of demonstrations have sometimes ended in the past with the vandalism of cars and private property, road blocks, burning tires and clashes with security forces that use tear gas and rubber bullets to disperse the protesters. Thankfully we did not encounter any problems at all in Lomé.

On Sunday we spent a couple of hours at the border and then took off for a 200km drive to Accra. Along the way from Lomé to Accra, there are many police check points where you may be asked to show your car paperwork to enter Ghana, international driver’s permit, proof of insurance, passport, first aid kit, triangle and fire extinguisher. During a stop at one of these checkpoints, I was asked by the police officer to show him my fire extinguisher and when I did, he turned it over and looked at the expiration date on the bottom of it. It expired during our furlough.

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Did I get a warning? A slap on the wrist? A small fine? Nope. He led me over to the police chief who processed me for about 45 minutes giving me paperwork to sign that said I was “arrested and self bailed”. I was then given a court date for Tuesday at 9:00AM and was to face a fine of 1,000 cedis ($530) if I did not appear. He kept my International Driver’s Permit and sent me on my way. Let’s just say that was not the way I expected that to go!

My greatest concern at this point was that my wife Heidi and our three girls were flying in on Tuesday and I was very concerned that I would not be able to be there to pick them up from the airport after their long trip. So I scheduled a driver to pick them up if I could not make it back in time and take them the to the Southern Baptist Guesthouse that we stay at here in Accra.

That night I providentially ran into another missionary who lives in Accra and offered to help me out of this pickle. This missionary was such a great help to me as he taught me a lot about how to handle these types of situations. So, Tuesday morning we drove back about an hour and a half to the small town where I was to appear for “court”.

We got there at 8:55 and carried a case of bottled waters and several New Testaments to the Police Chief. I told him that I respect Ghana, their laws and the police. I also told him that they were doing a good job and that I apologize (did I forget to tell you that I told the police chief that I was going to burn my Ghana visa when I got back to Togo? oops). No sooner had the words left my mouth, and my International Driver’s Permit was back in my hands. He told us “safe journeys” and we were out of there in under a minute and on our way back to Accra! God was so good to us!

But the story gets better. As my missionary friend was buying some food from street side vendors, another police officer approached me and asked if I would transport her sister back towards Accra. I gladly accepted and Gladys got into the back seat for the long ride back. During the trip I started talking to her about the “Presby” church that she said she attends. I told her that I’m not real familiar with the Presbyterian Church in Ghana and wanted to ask her some questions if I could.

After asking her a few questions about their liturgy, I asked her what I would be told if I went to her church on Sunday and asked what I would have to do to go to heaven when I die. She gave me the patented “be a good person” answer that we have all heard a thousand times. She was a sweet young lady who was very willing to have this important conversation, which was good because she was going to be stuck in my truck for another hour!

We started talking about that if God is a good judge, and He obviously is, then He can’t overlook our sin, even if we have done a lot of “good” things too. She agreed and I had the wonderful privilege of clearly explaining to her the One and Only Way that a just and holy God could forgive us our sins. I then asked her to read John 3 out loud and I carefully explained each verse to her. We spent a long time talking about the gospel and then she said these words, “I use to think that I knew Jesus, but now I really do”. I believe she does and I believe the wind of the Holy Spirit (v.8) was blowing through the back seat of my truck yesterday and doing His miraculous work of the new birth!