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Learning From Those Who Pray All Night

One Sunday morning, I picked up this paper from the pew at our church.  It is the schedule for a Friday night vigil that had happened just a couple of days before.

We didn’t attend this event.  The idea of staying up all night to pray, worship, and study Scripture feels like a form of torture to us.  But in East African Christian culture, it is an assumption.  Some churches do it every month.  Some do it every week.  Gil has taught at a few of these, where he agreed to come from 10 pm till 1 am.  That was his limit.

So I read over this schedule in awe.  To most American Christians, this practice may sound crazy.  But African Christians will explain that they are simply following the ways of Jesus, who many times spent the whole night in prayer (Luke 6:12).  Sure, it takes discipline, but it’s a great way to grow in godliness and faithfulness.  So, they argue, why shouldn’t we follow Jesus’ example?

This time of year, North American Christians might not be resolving to spend all night in prayer, but they are buzzing about Bible reading plans. Daily Bible reading has the #1 place on  a Good Christian’s Resolution List.  As any American knows who was raised in Christian culture, daily Bible reading is the epitome of godliness and faithfulness. 

But is it?

Now, before you excommunicate me, let me assure you that I absolutely believe in the importance of regular study of the Word of God.  I started reading through the Bible at age ten, and I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read it from cover to cover. In our ministries in Tanzania, we emphasize careful, regular Bible study as the foundation for life and holiness. The first class that Reach Tanzania Bible School students take is Bible Study Methods (Hermeneutics).

I am a reader.  It’s my primary source of learning.  I read at least one or two dozen books a year, and I would rather read than listen to a sermon.  So Bible reading comes naturally to me. 

However. This is one of those examples of how spending large amounts of time with Christians outside my own culture has caused me to re-think some of my assumptions.

If personal Bible study is the most important way that a person grows in their faith, then what about the people in the world who are illiterate, or those who do not primarily communicate through the written word?  Or what about those who just don’t learn well by reading?  Is there hope for them to know God as fully as those of us who are natural readers?

My point is this:  I think that all of us would agree that knowing God and growing in faith comes from the regular intake of God’s Word.  But must the source of that intake mainly be from personal, daily time spent reading the Bible?

Shouldn’t the goal be a heart who yearns to know God through his Word?

And in that, can’t we be creative?  Can we learn something from the disciplines of Christians in other cultures?  Why do we put so much emphasis on reading, and often neglect the other spiritual disciplines like fasting, corporate prayer, Scripture memorization, and meditation?

What about listening?  The Bible on audio is catching steam, but there are other options. What about two friends getting together for the sole purpose of reading the Bible out loud to each other?  In small groups, why do we always jump to discussion and application, when we could spend more time reading long passages together?  How about group efforts to memorize verses or passages?

I might never attend an all-night vigil. But I’m learning a lot from the people who do.

Magic Charms and Contingency Plans


A few nights ago, Mama F came to me terrorized, begging and screaming for a certain plant in our backyard. 

I’ve lived in Tanzania for almost 14 years now, but there are still stories that blow me away.

I have a good friend, Allison (name changed), who has lived here as long as Gil and I have.  I don’t get to see her often, as she and her husband live several hours away in a remote village in Tanzania.  We may be living in the same country, but her life is very different from mine.  While visiting us this week, Allison told me this incredible story.

For a long time now, Allison had been sharing the gospel with Mama F, one of her neighbors.  And just a couple weeks ago, Mama F declared faith in Christ and started attending a Bible study led by Allison and her team.  They all praised God for this, not knowing that the story was just beginning….

This is how Allison tells it:

“A few nights ago, Mama F came to me terrorized, begging and screaming for a certain plant in our backyard.  Of course, I let her in to grab the unknown plant she named.  I soon saw that something had taken hold of her precious four-year-old daughter.  She was writhing and gurgling, clenched in her mother’s arms, and foaming at the mouth.  

Hearing Mama F’s cries, other neighbor women were coming to aid and we all followed as she ran back to her house while smearing my basil plant all over little F’s head.  The father had run for the witchdoctor to buy emergency witchcraft to ward off the attack.  Mama F
would not accept my westernized offer to take them to the hospital.  

We women entered into her home, trying to be of help in any way we
could.  One woman shook and rubbed a live chicken over little F — spraying who knows what all over her.  Another brought a pouch with herbs to burn and handfuls of a certain type of dirt to make a mud mixture to smear over her disrobed body.  Mama F frantically gulped a liquid from a cup and spewed it onto her daughter.  Then she placed knives under her armpits and behind her neck, wrapped F in banana leaves and tied a new black cloth charm around F’s wrist to join the others that fruitlessly encircled her body already. The ladies began to burn the weeds gathered so that smoke filled the room.  All the while, F was writhing and foaming, enveloped in darkness.

A long time ago, the Lord compelled me into these neighbors’ lives and now–as I walked that night with these women I love who were so fear stricken, so
desperate to save this child in the only ways they knew of– I prayed silently and out loud for His Light to shine in the living nightmare.  Then He enabled me to speak simple, childlike words in this dark chaos of fear and despair.  ‘God is able to help and heal F.  This witchcraft will not work.  May I pray for her in Jesus’ name?  May I hold her in my arms and pray for God’s healing?  I can ask for help from Almighty, Holy God because I believe Jesus shed his blood to pay for my sin so I am forgiven. Please let me pray for her.’

Miraculously they agreed!

But I knew there was more needing to be said.  ‘Mama F, because God is holy and only He deserves glory, you have to stop this witchcraft.  He wants you to see it is by His power and grace alone that F is healed. Please remove the
knives, the leaves…’

Miraculously they agreed and placed her in my arms!

I squatted down on the dirt floor, holding that precious, terrorized little
girl in my arms and I prayed.  As I prayed, I felt the conviction of the
Holy Spirit that this was not just a physical need for healing, but
spiritual.  So, in Jesus name, I prayed against the powers of darkness
over this little one. 
In Jesus’ name, I rebuked satan and told him to
leave.  In Jesus’ name, I entrusted F into God’s arms of healing and
protection.

And God heard and answered!  As I prayed, the convulsions and foaming and gurgling ceased and F laid peacefully in my arms.  I heard the women’s voices declare,  ‘Wow!  The prayer is working!  God Heals!  Jesus Heals!  God hears the prayers of Christians!  Let’s go find more Christians to pray for her!’  So we returned to my house where my teammates had been waiting and they too surrounded F with prayer and praise to God for her healing.  And with F still in my arms exhausted, but at peace, my teammates and I lingered with our neighbors in our front yard and on our front porch, praising God for His healing in word, prayer, and song.”

But the story is still not over. Allison sat in my kitchen Wednesday evening, telling me what had just happened the night before.

She continued: “Mama F had attended the ladies prayer group in our home again and gave praise to Jesus for his healing in her child.  Then a few days later F came to our home to play, wearing her charm necklace again.  

I spoke to her Mom that God does not share His glory with another and F does not need the charms for her health and protection when we cry out to the one true God through Jesus Christ.  She agreed, but the necklace charm remained.  I also shared that with believing in Jesus Christ as her Savior, she is now a daughter of the King and she herself can ask her Father God for anything in His Name!   There is no need to fear, nor appease the forces of darkness. But the necklace remained.  

Tuesday evening, the terrors came again to F.  Since we were here in Dar when the attack came on, little F’s family sought the help of our team (Tanzanian and American) who together prayed and read Scripture over her, but this time she was not responding and they agreed to take her to the clinic in the neighboring village.  

When I received word of this, I asked if she was still wearing any charms.  And she was still wearing her charm necklace.  My husband called Baba F and exhorted him to remove the charms as God will not share His glory with another.  Meanwhile the doctor was not able to help F and so they brought F to our local evangelist where they cut off her charm necklace and began to pray for her again.  She was immediately restored to normal!”

Glory be to God!

It is, indeed, truly a remarkable story–especially for those of us who assume that this kind of thing ended in the New Testament.  But it would be a shame for those of us from westernized cultures, who scoff at magic charms and witchdoctors, to think that God isn’t trying to teach us the same lessons that he was teaching little F’s family.

He wants the glory alone.  

And his glory is never evident in contingency plans.

I’ve thought about this constantly since I heard Allison’s story.  How often do I have a contingency plan?  How often do I say the words that God is faithful and God is good, but in the back of my mind, have my own little plan of what I’ll do if God doesn’t show up?

Sure, I say I believe in heaven and that it’s forever and that life here is only a shadow of what’s to come.  But really, I want to enjoy that shadow with as much comfort as I can muster and as much pleasure as I can hold onto–just in case heaven doesn’t come.

Sure, I know that God is the rightful king and sovereign over the universe.  But I’d also really like to be under a government that is just, safe, powerful, and holds to all of my values–and I’m distressed if I don’t get that.

Sure, I believe that God is the source of all peace and healing.  But my first instinct in times of pain or sickness or fear is to turn to doctors and medicine, not to prayer.

Sure, I believe that Scripture tells me that God will provide for all my needs.  But I want that savings account to be steady and that income to be regular, just in case.

I know there’s a balance here, because I need to be wise and prudent and God’s gifts to me include homes and medicine and savings accounts.  But where is the source of my trust?  Am I really trusting in God, or in my contingency plans?

And sometimes, God might just be waiting for us to cut off the magic charm.  Because He will not share His glory with another.

Surprise! We Need to Learn from Christians from Other Cultures

Fairly often, Gil makes his Tanzanian Bible school students pretty uncomfortable.

For example, in March, Gil taught a class on developing a biblical worldview.  This was for his second-year students, so they already had a solid knowledge of Scripture, and Gil had a good relationship with them by that point.

Something came up about tattoos, which was met by a strong negative response by the entire class.  Gil was intrigued by this, so he posed the question, “Which would bother you more, if your pastor got a tattoo, or if your pastor committed adultery?”

Unanimously, the class agreed that a tattoo would be much more disturbing to them than adultery.

Of course, this led to a very lively conversation with a lot of Bible pages flipping around, and Gil offering them some pretty strong challenges.  Our American mission leader was visiting that day, and when he told the class that his two adult (Christian) children both had tattoos, the students were dumbfounded.  Gil and our American leader were dumbfounded that they were dumbfounded.  Some of the students were so agitated that they went home that night and spent hours searching their Bibles for proof that a tattoo was the Cardinal Sin.  Which, they sheepishly admitted, they didn’t ever find.

And that’s just one example of a day in the life of Reach Tanzania Bible School.  This kind of discussion happens all the time.

It might be tempting for us American missionaries to believe that we are in Tanzania to set straight the African Christians who don’t know any better.  After all, we have theology degrees and conferences on doctrinal statements and We Know The Bible.



What we’ve learned, though, is that they need to set us straight too.  We white Americans have a thing or two that we can learn from the African Church.

When we talk about church in America with our Tanzanian friends, it’s their turn to be shocked.  Your church services are only an hour and fifteen minutes long?  And that’s the only service you attend all week?  And you’ve never, ever done an all-night prayer vigil?  Like, never?  Are there even any Christians in America?  

In America, your devotion to Christ is measured by the amount of personal time you spend in prayer and Bible study.  Am I right or am I right?  Well, in Tanzania, your devotion to Christ is measured by the amount of time you spend in prayer and worship with others.

Of course, you might protest that measuring godliness sounds like legalism.  Which is true–but we still do it, don’t we?  If you are American, what would you say to a Christian who never did personal devotions, but spent many hours every week in church worship services?  Would you even know where to put that person in your spiritual hierarchy?  And would you be able to back up your conclusion with Scripture?

It’s easy for us, as foreigners, to come to Tanzania and point out what they are doing wrong.  Those deficiencies pop up to us broadly and clearly.  But I wonder, what if a Tanzanian Christian came to the States and was given a voice in the white American Church?  What deficiencies would be glaringly obvious to him?

To start with, they might wonder why we get so excited and passionate while watching sports, but when in our worship services, look bored out of our minds.  Maybe they would point out the reluctance of America Christians to open their homes to others–certainly to strangers, but even extended family members.  How about our lack of being unconditionally generous with our resources?  Maybe our gluttony?  The way we waste food?  Or how we consistently serve donuts every week to congregations who are already unhealthy?  Maybe how we downplay the older people in our church and instead do everything we can to attract the young?

Maybe you don’t see those things as “big” problems.  Maybe you want to defend our own church culture as not being that bad.  But let me tell you something–those things–like passionate worship and generosity and hospitality and devotion to prayer and respect for elders–the way that the Tanzanian church does those things?  Puts the American church to shame.  The contrast is stark.



The truth is that every culture–including every Christian culture–has blind spots.  We have our hierarchy of sins and our hierarchy of godliness, and we know we are right and no one can say otherwise.

But that is dangerous.

God created culture, and he loves ethnicity and diversity, even in (especially in) his Church.  I absolutely believe in the authority, inspiration, and the unchanging nature of Scripture, but we also must remember that it was written for all generations, all cultures, all peoples.  I think sometimes western Christians assume they have the trump-card on what Christian culture should look like….but why?  What if an African (or Asian, or South American) Christian holds to the authority and inerrancy of Scripture, uses solid principles of interpretation…and yet comes to different conclusions and applications?  Is it possible that they could be seeing things that we’ve missed because of our own culture’s influence?

This is why we were created to need each other.  And in a country as diverse as America, I wonder why it is so rare that white Christians grasp that truth.  Don’t we realize that we are missing out when we refuse to bring other cultures, other colors, other languages into our church conversations?  Don’t we realize that even in that refusal is a major blind spot that we will be held accountable for?

We also have to understand that because white Americans have usually had the upper-hand in American Christianity, that people of other ethnicities and cultures are not going to automatically come to us with their concerns about our church culture.  Their voices have been overlooked for way too long for them to try, or they are just too polite.  It’s got to be our initiative, our first step, if we are really going to learn from them.

It might start with something as simple as going to a Christian friend from another race or culture and asking, Where are the blind spots in white American church culture?  How are we sinning–against you, against God, against our neighbor–and just ignoring it?  

And then swallow our pride and listen.  Listen.  That kind of humility is something that Tanzanian Christians are teaching me.  I hope I can be like them.

The Witchdoctor’s Goats and Halloween

There’s a herd of goats that lives on the main road by our house.  I see them every day, often eating scraps of grass that manage to poke through the hard-packed dirt, or sleeping under the broken-down bus by the police station.

I never thought much about these goats, since farm animals tend to be everywhere in this city, comfortably cohabiting with the five million people who share this space.

One day, the students in our theological training program told us the story of those goats.

Have you ever noticed that those goats don’t have a herder?  

Well, no, I guess you’re right.  I have never seen a herder with those goats.

Those goats used to be owned by a witchdoctor.  The witchdoctor died.  But he put a curse on the goats so that no one will steal them.  So now, no one will touch them, even though he is dead.  At night, a “little person” comes and takes care of the goats.  

Even after living here twelve years, there are still times when our jaws drop to the ground.  This was one of them.

Uhhh….what is a “little person?”

Those who have seen “little people” insist that they look like a miniature person.  They are some sort of supernatural beings who do evil and cause problems.  

And who, apparently, take care of the goats of a dead witchdoctor.

Remember, now, that this was not told to us by ten-year-old girls at a sleepover.  This was a group of grown-up, very sharp, theological students.

Shortly after we learned about the Witchdoctor’s Goats, we invited one of our students over for dinner.  She is a middle-aged, widowed woman who is quite educated and has lived many years abroad.  She agreed to come for dinner, but asked if she could also bring her 20-something college-student daughter with her.  Of course!  we said.  We would love to meet your daughter.  

Yeah, she doesn’t like to be home alone at night.  She is afraid of the “little people.”

I once read that Tanzanians are the most superstitious people in Africa.  And the implications are far-reaching–for government, for the safety of albinos, and even for football teams.  But I think I can safely say that this worldview reflects many people groups on the majority of the earth.

It’s easy for us educated, enlightened Americans to scoff at such stories.  Seriously?  Witchdoctors?  Curses?  Little people?

In fact, we scoff so much at these stories that we go to the complete opposite end of the spectrum.  Instead, we decorate our houses with witches and ghosts and spiderwebs and fake blood and guts and we say This is all pretend!  Aren’t we funny?  Isn’t this so much fun?

It’s like we’re trying to convince ourselves that evil and an afterlife and the supernatural don’t even exist.  In fact, sometimes I think we try so hard to make it all just for fun because we know we really aren’t kidding anyone.  Because as much as we pontificate about science and materialism and objective reality, we all know that there are a lot of questions that science can’t answer.

We might think that everyone knows the supernatural doesn’t really exist.  Except, not everyone.  The rest of the world just doesn’t kid themselves.  They are quite confident that evil and spirits and witchdoctors are real and they have power, and if you gave them a minute they could prove it to you.  Which is perhaps why Halloween is only celebrated as a “fun” day in countries that are supposedly “enlightened” by science.

Hey, I get that participating in innocent Halloween activities might be a really great way to build family memories and get to know your neighbors.  I’m all for that–go for it.  But in the midst of that, let’s remind our kids and ourselves that supernatural evil is not pretend and really not something to celebrate.

Tanzanians may have a misplaced fear–and they need to find the confidence that Jesus has the ultimate authority.  Americans, however, have a misplaced confidence–and a legitimate fear of unseen things might not be so bad.

African Christians Can Teach Us About Elections

“You know how in Tanzania, Christians pray and fast over our presidential elections and sometimes those of neighboring countries?  Yeah, I don’t know how common this is in the U.S. but to be honest maybe a series of week-long overnight African-style prayers are needed for this year’s election.”

-Facebook post by Sia Kwimbere, former HOPAC student and now a Cornell graduate

America, welcome to the politics of the rest of the world.

You may be thinking, “How on earth is this happening?” while the beleaguered citizens of most of the earth are thinking, “How did you avoid this happening for as long as you did?”

Corruption, manipulation, violence, narcissistic candidates, propaganda, bullying….all are common features even in supposed “democratic” elections worldwide.  The United States (even with all its faults) has been a beacon of freedom and virtue for the rest of the world.  Until now….when this election isn’t looking much different from much less developed countries.

And the world is watching.  Just yesterday I was at my tailor’s little closet-sized shop, ordering a dress, when I heard the radio news blasting about Trump.  In Swahili.  The world is watching.

This self-governing thing doesn’t work so well when your only choices are people you would never want to live next to, work with, or ask to look after your dog–let alone run your country.  It’s like we’re all standing on the edge of a black pit, and the only choice we get is the direction we jump in.  I think I’d rather just be pushed.

I voted last night, and today I drove our ballots over to the U.S. embassy.  I could say that my part is done.  Or is it?

I’m watching from a distance, so all I see are the Grand Pronouncements from evangelicals on social media.  I don’t know the kind of conversations Americans are having in real life.  The truth is though that most of us really don’t have any idea what to do.  Isn’t that right?  But in the midst of all of the squabbling and desperation and impossible choices, I wonder if God’s people are doing much praying.  We’re so used to governing ourselves that we see ourselves as needing to fix it all.  Ourselves as the answer.  And that’s pretty exhausting.  And pointless.

But doesn’t God like putting us in a position where we have no idea what to do?

The good part about losing faith in our government is that it increases our faith in God.  At least, it should.  I think that’s why–as Sia described above–that Africans do so much praying come election time.  They tend to be a whole lot more familiar than we are with things like fasting and all-night prayer meetings.  They know there isn’t much hope for their countries aside from God’s intervention.  Seems true for America too right now.  Maybe we’ve got something to learn from them about that kind of desperate dependence on God.

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