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Thursday, August 04, 2016

Lubwisi New Testament Celebration Journey: An Interlude (part 6)





In between the rich intensity of Bundibugyo and the peaceful reminder of old friendships at Kingfisher, we Myhres spent a day (and two nights) at our old favorite campsite 2 in Queen Elizabeth National Park.  This trip (like the rest of our life actually) always contains a tension of serving our team as Area Directors and acknowledging that for us and our kids it is a sort of homecoming and part of the core of our life.  And that the 12 days this journey will take is also 12 days we have with Jack and Julia and some of them with Acacia, no small thing.  And we knew that the spiritual and emotional intensity of being in Bundibugyo followed by the pouring out which will occur in the Kule Leadership Retreat tonight and tomorrow in Fort Portal necessitated an intake of breath in the middle.

So we pushed on out of Bundibugyo Sunday evening, barely in time to arrive at the park as dusk deepened to full darkness.  We set up tents by the light of a blazing fire and spent some time in thankfulness and reflection over the past week.  As sprinkles began to fall we scurried into our tents for a night of crashing rainstorms, cozy and mostly dry.  The next day and following morning were classic camping-trip joy.  Riding on the roof rack , the wind of our motion refreshing in the dawn and dusk light, scanning for animals.  Nervously watching elephants tussle with each other and rip branches from trees as a massive herd flowed around the landrover.  Cutting up the fresh avocados we bought on the roadside and cooking flat bread on a stone heated in the fire for an afternoon snack.  Spreading out blankets and reading in the shade at our campsite.  Listening to hippos snort in the night, then catching one waddling through the bush in the early morning.  Seeing Jack, Julia, and Acacia relax into the familiarity of being together, giggles and stories and back-scratches and teases abounding.  Setting up our segeli to make coffee and eggs and bacon in the middle of nowhere on a game drive.  Feeling sorry for two male lions surrounded by three tourist vehicles; they looked bored and barely raised their heads as the shutters clicked (it was almost the only time we saw another soul).  Breathing in the quiet of being immersed in creation.


I always remember Job when we camp in the bush—all the answer God gave to the why of his suffering was to point out the wonder of creation.  God is god and we are not, and that’s a good thing to remember in the middle of this journey.

Lubwisi New Testament Celebration Journey: Silver and Gold (part 5)

Make new friends, but keep ye old,
One is silver  and the other gold.

This was a chorus we used to sing as children, and it appropriately introduces the last 2 days.  The dedication of the New Testament became a central rallying point to draw some of the old-guard back to Bundibugyo. Dan, Paul & Lynn, Pat and Rich were all on the team when we arrived in 1993, and the Tabb family joined when the Bensons had to leave, with the Massos soon after.  Edward Isingoma and Christine have served at various times, most recently as Head Teacher at CSB, and now returned to their church and school work in Hoima. With four Myhres, that made 20 of us former Bundibugyo team types who spent the extended weekend in Bundibugyo for the party, then met together at Kingfisher West just outside Queen Elizabeth National Park.  We realized that the focus in-district appropriately needed to be on the Luwisi translation, our Ugandan friends, the current team.  And we were no small hassle to accommodate.  So we planned a brief time together afterwards just to renew our friendships and relax.  Meals and conversations, splashing in the pool, watching the sunset, and a circle of prayer in which we praised God for all the ebenezers of reaching this point and prayed for each other and the many friends who could not come.









There is something about the fires of trial that forges community.  A few of us were friends in college and that was the nucleus of the team that set out to establish a Kingdom outpost in a place of suffering, specifically seeking out this language to encode and translate and preserve.  But most of the missionary community adds and subtracts and morphs with people who might be quite diverse, and not natural acquaintances.  Yet we learn to lean on each other, to understand each other, to pull for each other, and in that commitment and over those years we form some bonds that are not easily replaced or replicated.


Before the Massos, we were once the youthful newbies in this group, with the youngest kids, looking up to the rest for wisdom.  And we still do.  I am thankful for the ways this group has loved us well, cared for our kids, prayed us through many difficulties, been FOR us.  In this we know the love of Christ.

Wednesday, August 03, 2016

Lubwisi New Testament Journey: Celebrating the Kingdom Coming (part 4)

Besides the all-day launching party, numerous team meals, talks, walks, visits, we also had the privilege to tour many of the ministries of our team in Bundibugyo.  For nearly 3 decades now this team has sought to walk amongst the Babwisi, the Baamba, the Bakonjo of this remote place as a pale reflection of the way we believe Jesus would enter into this life.  Reaching hearts by supporting local church movements.  Renewing minds with this new translation, with a deeper understanding of the Gospel, with a radically alternative view of marriage and parenthood and civic justice.  Restoring the broken and sick with medical care, physical therapy, counsel, nutrition.  Since the late 80s this work has shifted to be primarily in the hands of Ugandans, but we still have a team of nearly 20 adults and ten kids laying down their lives in this valley.  They advise, consult, teach, exhort, and give hands-on care to the needy.  So it was a tour of the Kingdom to witness first-hand what they are up to.







Water
Michael Masso designed and built the first gravity-flow system from Ngite waterfall to the town of Nyahuka, back in the mid-90’s, just in time for it to save the lives of untold hundreds (thousands?) as war spilled over the border and displaced tens of thousands of people into camps.  That system has served us well, but the road construction followed the same route and damaged the line, and the population growth has outstripped the capacity.  Rather than having to replace it all ourselves, God provided EU money and Kampala company expertise so that Josh as the new engineer could consult and partner without having to actually be the lone executor of the project.  Saturday morning we toured the line, from the new massive intake up in the waterfalls, to the sedimentation basin also newly expanded, to the WATER TREATMENT PLANT just outside of Nyahuka and the BRAND NEW MASSIVE STORAGE TANKS.  Yes, we’re talking filtration and chlorination!  Truly safe water, on a scale that is at least four times more plentiful than the old system.  Hallelujah.



Literacy
I’ll just mention Books for Bundi again.  The power of words, the power of story, to show kids they are not alone in the world.  That the pain they may find in their story can have a redemptive ending.  That God is bigger than they imagined. 

And the translation work is only one step in getting the Word of God into the hearts of the population.    We have supported in small ways the efforts of SIL to introduce reading materials to primary schools and women’s groups.





 


Education
We toured CSB and were delighted to find a sense of orderliness and hope.  A quiet confidence from the Head Teacher, a spark of enthusiasm in the team who work as staff there.  A pride amongst the students.  Sunday morning Scott was invited to preach at the chapel and chose Psalm 146, with a theme of trusting God the creator of Heaven and Earth and the one who cares for the details of even the life of the most oppressed, rather than trusting human divisions, fear, tribalism.  These kids have the capacity to change this place, and they are already doing so.  But it is always a spiritual battle.  Pray for CSB.  One treat was that the lovely, competent young woman in her final year of secondary school who sang a solo came up and introduced herself:  the daughter of Captain Levy who often looked out for us in war times. 

RMS, the Rwenzori Mission School, is the heartbeat of the families on the team.  Without these teachers, these simple classrooms, these books, much of the rest of the ministry of the team would not be possible.  So grateful, and we are always in need of new teachers since most stay 2 years.  Men or women or couples, with qualitfications as teachers and preferably a couple years’ experience who want to work with some of the cutest most courageous kids in the world, live cross-culturally in a place God has not forgotten, and grow in faith . . . apply!  And we could use a school administrator/senior teacher to support the excellent work at CSB too.



Health
The new doctor and nurse-practitioner family are still in their initial period of learning language and culture and setting up a house.  No small task with four small children.  But they are already looking for ways to support the health of the district, visiting villages, connecting with local church leaders, seeking to connect the physical and spiritual health, beginning to design education and support for health at CSB, meeting the district doctors and pursuing wisdom on where to focus.  Our physical therapist holds two clinics a week in the former medicine store on the pediatric ward, which he has transformed into an exam and treatment room, and we enjoyed seeing him gently and kindly working with two kids with club foot.  Our team continues to support BundiNutrition, producing local supplements out of peanuts, soy, and moringa leaf, weighing babies, counseling parents. 

The Kule-sponsored students have started to trickle back into the district to work, which is also very hopeful. But we could use another doctor (or a couple!) to partner with the Carrigans.




Construction and Support
A team this large becomes logistically challenging in a remote place.  Thankfully we now have some practical expertise on the team with a new couple who have started by renovating one of the oldest houses.  Long ago Paul set up a workshop on the mission property, and now those carpenters and welders can gain more skills.  One of the delights of this trip was to see the way the old houses have been well loved by their new residents, even as some new ones are being built.  In our day, we felt conspicuously privileged for putting cement over the mud-bricks of our house, and even having a cement outdoor latrine, a tank to collect rainwater from our roof, a solar panel for lights.  Now the houses are connected to the national grid for electricity, with humming fans and cool fridges.  They all have running water and toilets.  AND they all show the creative eye for beauty of their new occupants, with tasteful touches that we certainly never thought of. 




Churches
Which brings us to this morning.  After attending the early service at CSB, we went to Bundimulinga New Life Presbyterian, as we used to.  Dan preached from Luke 12 “consider the lilies”.  Pat and I remembered when the man who is now an elder leading the service had knelt in front of his wife in front of the whole congregation and confessed infidelity.  Powerful and real.  We rejoiced to see the current elders standing in front as a choir, leading in worship.  To have walked with these couples through loss and sickness and struggle to survive, and to come back and find them faithful, is so encouraging.  The little woman whose severely malnourished twins landed her in the nutrition program and who came to the church as a refuge after being abandoned by an abusive husband was still there, almost a decade later, with the boys.  The church was collecting for three homes.  One a widow whose house washed out in a landslide.  Another an extended family of ten who had been unjustly evicted from their property, and I remembered the day this young man started turning back towards God after some bad choices in his life and felt thankful that the church had been there to embrace him.  Another younger man whom we know well we learned now preaches regularly, and when he earned money from doing new language lessons with missionaries he donated his salary towards the widow’s house.  These are just a small sample of the true-life stories of the Gospel being lived out in real time, in this place.  And this was only one church of the many that have been impacted over the years by the patient discipleship of this team for church leaders, the innumerable women’s Bible studies, the Sunday School lessons, the Christmas pageants, the choirs, the translations, the catechism, the hard questions, the seminars, the pioneering outreaches. 




Apprentices
This large team has opened their arms to 18-month short termers who encounter poverty and Scripture together and try to grasp God’s good purposes in a broken world.  They work through a specific Serge curriculum while participating in various other ministries.  Once housing is finished, we will have capacity for 6 women and 4 men in this program.


Sports
Rhett the PT loves sports, and has invited young men to come play 5 v. 5 football in the yard and listen to a Bible story on Saturday evenings.  They train and even play in matches.  Others help with sports at CSB, particularly for girls which is not common culturally.  We’re big fans of the way this teaches discipline, team work, respect for rules, and promotes health, while building trust in a way that opens hearts.

 







And . . .life

All of the above are things we can touch and see.  Projects.  Buildings,  Activity.  But most of what we do, what this team does, is hard to put on a tour.  Moms supervising kid hordes.  Listening to peoples’ problems.  Praying with neighbors in their suffering.  Planting flowers and bananas.  Cooking meals and washing clothes.  Living out a marriage of equal partners, a singleness that chooses restraint and delayed gratification, a non-violent parenting, an integrity with money.  Giving generously and sacrificially.  And supporting each other.  This is the body of Christ in which each person is a unique and irreplaceable cell, interdependent, no one more essential than the other, moving as one for the world’s good.  And God’s glory.