The Limo from Beverly Hills in Your Neighborhood (Rethinking Short-Term Missions, Part 2)

Imagine you have relatives visiting from Germany.  They speak no English, but they tell you they want to engage in “meaningful ministry” while in the States.  Reluctantly, you allow them to teach your kindergarten Sunday School class.  You must translate.  Since the lesson takes twice as long than usual, the kids lose interest.  Still, your relatives go back to their home country rejoicing over all the converts they made.

Imagine you are asked to host a team of 20 people from Japan at your workplace.  They also speak no English and don’t know anything about your work, but you are expected to give them something to do for the next two weeks.  Out of desperation, you decide a bunch of walls need painting.

Imagine a stretch limo pulls up into your neighborhood.  It is filled with a youth group from Beverly Hills who want a tour of “middle-class America.”  They start snapping pictures of your children while smirking at their Target clothes.  You overhear them marveling that you mow your own lawn.  They want to know if they can paint your house–as long as they can take pictures, of course.

I know you get where I am going with this.

Sometimes all we need to do is put ourselves in their shoes.  The wrong starting point is often the very biggest problem with short-term ministry.  We shouldn’t be asking, “Where can we send our youth group/missions team/etc. that will have the biggest impact on our own people?”  Instead, ask the question, “Where is the need and who can we send that can fill it?”  The initial focus should be on the receivers, not on the senders.

When Choosing a Trip:

  • By far, your most valuable trips will be to missionaries your church supports, because you already have a personal connection.  
  • However, do not pressure your missionary to accept your team.  If your church supports that missionary, he is already going to feel pressure no matter what you say…..do not add more!  Make sure you give him an “out”, and then if he does agree, follow his specifications for the team as best as you can.  
  • Develop a healthy skepticism of “short-term missions organizations” whose primary existence is to send out teams.  I’m sure there are good ones (Caravan being one of them), but make sure you ask questions such as, 
    • What will be our connection to local churches or missionaries?  
    • Who is making the major decisions? [It should be the people on the field].  
    • Why can’t local people do the work we would be doing? [You need to receive a good answer for that question.] 
    • What will be the follow-up to whatever ministry we accomplish?  [If there isn’t any, then what really is the point of going?]

    Keep In Mind:

    • Support roles are often the very best ways that short-term missions teams can be used.  A missionary conference needs childcare?  Perfect for a short-term team.  Energetic bodies needed to run a camp?  Excellent.  Homeschooling help so that a mom can work on language skills?  Fantastic.  Using media skills to put together a promotional video for the ministry?  Wow–that would be great!  
    • Sharing skills is another excellent reason for teams:  Teaching micro-enterprise skills.  Training local church leaders how to run a VBS or an ESL class.  Sharing skills in medicine or art or construction.  Training them to do it is always better than doing it yourself.  
      • If you are asked by a local church to put on some sort of program, such as a VBS or soccer camp, please be very careful.  Don’t bring in a ton of resources (markers, candy, prizes, etc) that the local church could never reproduce themselves.  After all, do we want them to think, ‘We could never do that ourselves; we must have Americans do it for us?’  Use local people as much as possible, and use local resources accessible by everyone–even if it means your program won’t be as exciting.

    Sometimes, we just need a different mindset.  People want to go overseas and come back with great conversion stories.  But when you don’t know the language or the culture and you don’t have the relationships–that is simply not going to happen effectively.  Instead, participate in a ministry where you can support those who can do it effectively.

    Part 3:  How to Make Sure They Love You on the Other Side

    Part 4:  Don’t Be So Predictable

    Don’t Be the Team That Refuses to Shower (Rethinking Short-Term Missions, Part 1)

    We met the Most Disastrous Short-Term Missions Team Ever about a year after we had lived in Tanzania.

    We didn’t know these people; we hadn’t helped them get to us, but they were there to serve a church that we were a part of, and that’s how we ended up stuck with them for two weeks.

    They were nice enough people and all, but they had some pretty firm ideas of how they wanted things to go.  Our local pastor had wanted them to sleep in church member’s homes, but they insisted they would just sleep on the floor of the church.  (He was too nice to tell them that co-ed sleeping was entirely culturally inappropriate.)  They didn’t like the lunches he had arranged for them, and after a few days, they asked if they could eat something else, greatly offending the pastor.

    But the worst part was their lack of showering.  For some absurd reason, these [fully-grown] adults decided that it would be fun to have a “No Showering Contest” during their trip.  They bet each other how many days each could go without showering.  Of course, there was a perfectly good shower available to them, and there was an abundance of water available at the time.  But apparently their malaria medication affected their good judgment [or something like that] because these otherwise normal people decided this would be funny.

    Not only did they refuse to take showers, but they constantly discussed it.  Even around the local people,  who at best were confused why Americans would come to their country and not shower, and at worst, were terribly offended.

    We were horrified.  But we were very young and inexperienced, so we kept our mouths shut.  I can tell you for certain that if a team attempted that kind of shenanigan around me now, I would drag them to the shower by their ears.

    Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only bad experience we saw.  We saw a good friend who had an American church insist on sending him 20 people.  He had a desperately hard time finding them all housing, food, and “ministry” for them to do.  Many of them ended up painting walls….despite the fact that there are many qualified painters available in a city where there is 40% unemployment.  Considering that it cost $50,000 to paint those walls, I hope they did a good job.

    We had other friends who had a short-term team member vocally and repeatedly criticize their ministry….in front of other team members. [Which was, of course, devastating….missionaries have feelings too.]  Apparently living in Tanzania for a month made him more of an expert than our friends who had lived there for a decade.

    Now, in case this all seems a little judgmental of me, please know that I went on some short-term trips before coming to Tanzania, and as I look back, I can see how I blew it too–how I was culturally insensitive or inflexible.  And to be perfectly honest, there have been multiple times I have blown it as a long-term missionary as well.  I realize that I don’t always get it right, and that God can use us regardless of our foolishness.

    But over the years, we’ve learned a lot.  There definitely is a “right” and a “wrong” way to do short-term missions.  Sometimes the line is not perfectly clear, but we can at least work towards getting it right.  So in the next three posts, I am going to share what we have learned.

    Part 2:  The Limo From Beverly Hills in Your Neighborhood

    Part 3:  How to Make Sure They Love You on the Other Side

    Part 4:  Don’t Be So Predictable

    Thankfully My Nose Did Not Actually Fall Off

    Gil has an allergy to the cold.  I’m not kidding.  It’s a real, live condition called Cold Urticaria.  He breaks out in hives if he gets too cold and can even go into anaphylactic shock.

    Shoot, I wish I had that allergy.  I hate the cold.

    But Gil and I spent last week in Minnesota, where they are having one of the coldest winters on record.  I think I wore every article of clothing I own.

    We felt like we should have had a big sign on the car while we were driving, Stay far away from us.  Driver from California.  Gil even made the comment, “Driving in Dar is easier than this!”  And that’s saying something.  Trust me.

    So anyway, it’s a good thing we had plenty of people in Minnesota to keep our hearts warm.  

    Every time we are in Minneapolis, we visit Bernie and her family.  We first met Bernie in 2001, when Gil and I came to the EFCA Office for two weeks to go to Candidate School.  We left immediately afterwards to go to Tanzania for the first time.  Bernie opened her home to us those weeks, and has been a friend to us ever since.  I think we’ve stayed with her four other times since then.  And Bernie even has a bed warmer….mmmmmm……we love staying with her!

    There is also a rather large collection of HOPAC alumni attending college in Minnesota, as well as a bunch of former HOPAC staff.  So….one of our former students threw us a reunion!  It was wonderful and glorious and so encouraging to be with so many people we love.  Some of them were even my students in 5th and 6th grade, Gil’s students in high school, and now they have graduated from college and are changing the world and stuff.   We feel so old….but we are so proud!  

    Mission Love

    I would guess that it’s kind of unusual when your employer asks you, “How can our organization improve?”  and you can’t really think of much.

    That’s how it was for us this week.  We are in Minneapolis right now (staying indoors as much as possible because it is way, way, way too cold here!) at our mission organization’s National Office.  We work for ReachGlobal, which is the international mission of the Evangelical Free Church, and on every home assignment, we come here for a few days of debriefing and meetings.

    And I couldn’t be happier.

    I love that ReachGlobal holds us to high standards.  They put high priority on healthy people and healthy marriages and healthy teams.

    I love that ReachGlobal wants all their people to be working in their “sweet spots.”  I love that they want us to love what we are doing.  I love that they encourage us to dream big, and then hold us accountable for working towards it.

    I love that they take good care of us.  I love that I can come to the National Office and see all the faces behind all the emails and feel like they all genuinely love us and love serving us and love what we are doing around the world.  I love that ReachGlobal believes that pastoral care and mentoring are really, really important.  I love that they make sure we have the finances we need to do our jobs effectively.

    I love that our leader, Tim Addington, is such a visionary and wise and godly man.  I love that he leads by serving.  I love that he encourages all of us to do what we were created to do, and that he is open to new ideas and crazy ideas, as long as they fit into ReachGlobal’s values.

    I love that ReachGlobal emphasizes church multiplication and national leadership.  I love that they have really, really big dreams and really, really big plans to make those dreams come true.  I love that they include internationals on their leadership teams so that all the dreams aren’t just coming from America.

    I love that prayer is really, really important to them.

    I love being part of an organization that is doing a great job.  I love that I feel like I can trust the decisions that they make.  I love knowing that I get to be a part of something that is so much bigger than I am.

    So….anyone want to join in?

    Cultural Schizophrenia

    I used to be anti-American.  A lot of Third-Culture Kids are.  In my twelve-year-old mind, everything about America was shallow, boring, and brutish, while everything about Liberia was beautiful, interesting, and perfect.

    Such are the black-and-white perspectives of youth.

    I have grown up since then, and now I have spent half my life in America and the other half in Africa.  I am not anti-American anymore.

    I know it might seem that way sometimes.  When I wrote the post about the lack of people willing to jump my car, I know it might have seemed that I was idealizing Tanzania.

    I was frustrated that day.  And though every single thing I wrote was the truth, I did know, in the back of my mind, that it wasn’t everything that could have been said.

    Because the truth is, that even though I would much rather have my car break down in Tanzania, I would never

    never

    never

    want to be in a serious accident in Tanzania.  It is, in fact, one of my biggest worries about living there.

    I helped with New Teacher Orientation at HOPAC.  Many times, I have told new, idealistic, bright-eyed teachers that if they ever hit a person with their car, even if it was 100% the fault of the pedestrian, to go against their strongest instinct and

    never

    never

    never

    stop and help the person.  Instead, they should drive directly to the nearest police station and report it.

    Because stopping to help automatically insinuates guilt.

    And in situations like this, mob justice takes over more often than not.  Drivers are beat up.  Or killed.  We have seen it happen.

    The truth is, that even though Tanzanians are always happy to help with a dead battery or flat tire, if there is a serious accident, they are more likely to rob me than help me.

    So which culture do I like better?  Which culture is better?  Is it even a valid question?

    Tanzanians are some of the most generous people I have ever met.  Once, we were at a pastor’s house after church.  He bought sodas for Gil and I while his children looked on.  We found out the next day that he had no money to feed his children.  Instead, he had bought sodas for people who already had a whole case of them in their kitchen.

    In America, charitable giving makes up only 2% of the GDP.

    However, Americans are incredibly ambitious and optimistic.  They have a great spirit of entrepreneurship and innovation.

    Africans often have a fatalistic attitude.  We are poor; we will always be poor.  That, plus the expectation of extreme generosity within their communities, means that they have a very difficult time getting out of poverty. (If someone ever has money, he is expected to share it with anyone who needs it, which means that no one ever gets ahead.)

    Africans are extremely resourceful with what they do have.  For example, I have never seen so many things created out of old tires.

    Americans produce a quarter of the world’s trash(while only making up 5% of the world’s population).

    Americans value integrity, accountability, and honesty.  Africans do not.  Corruption is rampant; I cannot tell you how many times we have been asked for bribes–by policemen, by customs officials, by whoever.  [I have never knowingly paid a bribe, not even when I had to spend a whole day driving to three police stations so that I could pay a traffic ticket legally….and the policemen laughed at me for trying so hard.]

    Tanzanians prioritize people over schedules, which means they have strong relationships but are often late to events.

    Americans prioritize schedules over people, which means they are usually more productive.

    Tanzanians value politeness and respect for the elderly.  Americans value efficiency and customer service.

    Tanzanians are community-oriented.  Americans are isolated.

    In Tanzania, we worry about being robbed by a gang invasion.  In America, we worry about our children being shot at school.

    Americans value comfort and convenience and will fight hard to get it.  Tanzanians value peace and will put up with a lot of discomfort to maintain it.

    I could go on.

    Neither is better.  Neither is worse.  Both have something to learn from each other.

    But it makes sense, doesn’t it?

    Since all mankind is created in the image of God, then we reflect His image when our cultures reflect great good and great beauty.  Just in different ways.

    But we are also all desperately fallen, which is why all cultures also contain great evil.  Just in different ways.

    Which is why we all need Jesus.

     P.S.  Please keep in mind that I am most certainly speaking in generalities.  Not everyone in either culture fits these descriptions.

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