Getting There…

From the first, “Go ye into all the world…” until today, missionaries have found a way to carry the gospel of Jesus Christ to the nations.  By foot, motorcycle, on horseback, in the air and on the sea they have travelled.

 

Today, I carried the message of salvation in a way as never before – for me.  You see, it rained most of Saturday night.  This meant that many of the streets were flooded and almost impassable.  The church where we ministered this morning was flooded all around the outside.  Where we parked, the water was about two inches above my ankles.  There was only one solution – take my shoes and socks off and wade water all the way to the church!  This, in itself, was not  so bad, but with flooding comes the worst of sanitary conditions because of the tremendous amount of raw sewage that is washed from all the outdoor latrines. 

 

     

 

    

 

     

 

 

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!  Isa 52:7 KJV

When Liberian Child Soldiers Grow Up

We have been in-country for about one month now.  In that month, we have both seen and heard things that are extremely difficult to understand.  How can a child be a soldier?  How can one man or woman commit offenses against another person so atrocious that you can’t even describe them?  How can a community of people recover from fourteen years of civil war?  How can a country's economy recover after almost total devastation?  How can there be electricity or pipe born water in most all of Liberia?  How can we possibly understand, and reach out to this post-war society?

 

I read a story in Newsweek that addresses life after the war for girls in Liberia.  I feel I must give you warning before you read it.  It is graphic, and you surely will be bewildered when you try to comprehend the essence of this truth.  This story, like Liberia, is not for the faint of heart! 

 

Click on this link to read, “When Liberian Child Soldiers Grow Up”.   When you finish, and you sit there wondering how such could possibly happen, pray for the people of Liberia.  Pray for Liberian Christians and churches as they reach out in an effort to bring deliverance from these events to so many.  Pray for the missionaries that have returned to help begin the process of rebuilding - not only structures, but lives.  Lives that have been all but destroyed by the evilness of men and women bent on total destruction.  Pray for the orphans that have been abandoned, separated from their families, and have no one to look to for help.  Pray for us, as we do what we can, trusting God that it will make a difference!

 

To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.  Isa. 61:3 KJV

First Trip Into The Interior

Fredna and I were able to travel with DeVane & Mary McGee to the interior of Liberia.  Destination – Pleebo,  which is over 740km from Monrovia.  We went to carry supplies for the re-building project of the Pleebo Bible Institute.

 

This Bible school was founded in 1953 by missionary James King for the purpose of training pastors and became a base from which the gospel was spread from southeastern Liberia to other parts of the country.  This school, later named the Pentecostal Theological Institute, was the first Pentecostal Bible training institution in Liberia.  These buildings, several damaged during the war, remain the only facilities for pastoral training of the Assemblies of God for Maryland, River Gee, and Grand Kru counties.  PTI has continued to operate in spite of the near devastation of all buildings.  Before reconstruction began in April of this year, students studied in a looted classroom building.  There is no electricity, no running water, and no computers. 

The students enrolled in this institute truly had, and still have a desire and a calling in their lives in order to endure these harsh conditions!  Below are “before & after” pictures of the work in progress today.

 

Staff housing

 

    

 

Married couple’s dorm

 

    

 

Men’s dorm

 

    

 

School chapel

 

    

 

 

The years of war in Liberia destroyed so much - not only physical property, but, more importantly, people!  Over 250,000 people lost their lives, and upwards of one million people were displaced to other countries to become refugees.  Families were separated, children became orphans or child soldiers!  There is much to recover in Liberia, and only the grace of God will bring total recovery to the hearts and lives of this nation.

 

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. – John 3:16 (KJV)

What A Difference A Week Makes!

One week… that doesn’t seem like a long time.  But when you traverse almost 8,000 miles and ONE week, it could be much more than you think!
Just last week I was enjoying coffee each morning that was brewed in a Keurig coffee machine.  If I didn’t get a cup at home, then I would drive through and get a pretty good cup of Joe at my office in town – McDonald’s.  Less than I week ago I could have enjoyed a good cup at Heathrow International Airport, if only I had known then what I know now.
 

This was last week…

 

 

One week later…

 

 
 
The coffee only serves to accentuate the difference in life at home and life in Liberia.  They are as vastly different as Keurig and an old-fashioned percolator coffee pot.  It dawns on me that some of you probably have never seen a percolator before.  My dad made coffee in one of these when I was a young boy.  In fact, my first cup of coffee was probably brewed in one of these fancy pots.
Yesterday, we drove from our house to see where a certain church was located.  It was probably less than 5 miles away in distance, but it took us an hour to get there.  We went through a market where there were literally thousands of people, cars, and motorcycles!  The truth of the matter is that it was really a dangerous place to be.  We were pressed in the traffic – bumper-to-bumper and side-to-side.  Motorcyclists expertly (and some not so expertly) weaved their way in what few and extremely small open places there were between the cars.  And the people, aye there were so many!  I was pretty nervous and vowed to NEVER travel that road again, fully knowing that I may have to some day! 
As we sit here this morning, enjoying our devotional and coffee, our prayer is for each one of you to enjoy God’s peace, joy, and happiness.  That you will find your fulfillment in Him.  And that you, too, will realize that although the coffee may be brewed in drastically different ways, it still tastes good (or “good-O” as they say in Liberia), and so does life!  Oh, and we must never forget that those thousands of people in the market – they  need to know Jesus – the reason we are here!

On Our Way!