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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 Story of Reality


This story is not a fairy tale, but rather it is the Story all fairy tales are really about.  Indeed, almost every tale ever written is an echo of this story embedded deep within our hearts.  Yet this story is not a tale at all since the Story is true.  

As I read The Story of Reality, I kept thinking, “Where has this book been all my life?”

Every religion tells a story of reality.  Every philosophy and every individual outlook on life is a take on the way someone thinks the world actually is.  There is no escaping it.  

I’ve looked for a book like this for years.  I can remember sitting on the floor of the Christian bookstore (back when Christian bookstores were a thing), scanning through dozens of books, trying to find one suitable to give to a non-Christian friend.  I wanted something that explained Christianity in a compelling, winsome way, but wasn’t overly academic or complicated.  I was looking for this book.  I guess I never found it until now because it was just published in January.

Gregory Koukl’s The Story of Reality:  How the World Began, How it Ends, and Everything Important that Happens In Between is kind of a worldview book, but not really.  It’s kind of an apologetics book (a defense of Christianity), but not really.  It’s kind of like a fascinating conversation with a really smart, really kind, Christian friend.  That’s what it feels like.

There is a saying that has been helpful in some ways but I think is misleading in this regard.  The saying goes, ‘God has a wonderful plan for your life.’  From what I understand now, that perspective is in the wrong order.  The Story is not so much about God’s plan for your life as it is about your life for God’s plan.  Let that sink in.  God’s purposes are central, not yours.  Once you are completely clear on this fact, many things are going to change for you.

This book is extremely readable and entirely enjoyable.  It’s only 200 pages.  It’s non-fiction, but written like a story, in a conversational, highly understandable, relational tone.  It’s easy enough for a 14-year-old to understand, yet profound enough for a deep-thinking adult to contemplate.

Now, I realize that the idea that God is in charge is bothersome to many people, but what is the alternative?  If someone is not in charge, then no one is in charge, and that seems to be a big part of our complaint about the world to begin with.

From now on, this is the book I will give to a friend who has an interest in Christianity.  This is a book I will read aloud with my kids when they are young teenagers–allowing us lots of time for all the conversations it will spark.  But this is not a book just for inquirers into Christianity.  It’s for any Christian who wants a shot of adrenaline, a reminder of who we are and why we are here and what we are living for.  This book truly is a gift to God’s Church, and I hope that you’ll look for ways to use it in your circle of influence.

First, trouble, hardship, difficulty, pain, suffering, conflict, tragedy, evil–they are all part of the Story.  It is the reason there is any Story at all.  The Story not only explains the evil people do; it predicts it.  Our world is exactly the kind of world we’d expect it to be if the Story were true and not just religious wishful thinking.

Second–and more important–our Story is not over yet.  Evil did not catch God by surprise.

We Americans Are Far Too Easily Pleased

I am a cheating American. I don’t deserve your sympathy.

When we’re in the States, Gil and I often comment at how much easier it is to live the Christian life when we are overseas.  There’s something about being outside of our own culture that takes away much of the temptation to acquire more, to be more, and to over-indulge.  You have no idea
what a blessed relief it is to be free from the constant barrage of television commercials, billboards, and the incessant push to buy more, more, more. 
There is something incredibly humbling in forging deep friendships with people who (materially) have so much less than we do, yet have relentless faith.  And the times when we do go without electricity or safety or convenience have taught us much about contentment and perseverance.  I wouldn’t trade that for anything. 

But even if I have had the benefit of living a good portion of my life in a different country, at the end of the day, I still am American.  Sure, I can reap the advantages of learning and growing from other cultures, but I still have my blue passport and my health insurance and my 18 pieces of luggage that I will lug back to Tanzania.  Yep, 18 pieces, people.  Sure, I can tell you that a lot of it is for HOPAC and other ministry purposes, but that’s still 900 pounds of Americanism that I will carry over the ocean.  No, don’t elevate me for what I have given up.  I am a cheater.  I get the best of both worlds.

packing at the end of our home assignment in 2014

I have a love-hate relationship with America. I love all that’s good—all that I see that
sets America apart from so many countries in the world—but yet I hate what it
breeds. I love Costco, but then I read
that America has over 3 million self-storage units at 58,000 facilities. I love Target, but then I
remember that the markets of Dar es Salaam are bursting with hundreds of tons
of America’s cast-off clothes. Americans have 44 billion dollars sitting around in unused gift cards. (The entire GDP of Tanzania is $45 billion).  But what do we buy
our friends who have everything? Gift
cards.

American cast-offs

Why is it that we Americans can have so much—and yet so
often take all those gifts and throw them down the toilet?

Freedom leads to debauchery.

Prosperity morphs into greed.

Beauty turns into idolatry.

Convenience feeds laziness.

Opportunity transforms into pride.

Abundance becomes addiction.

Gil and I keep having the same conversation these days:  How does an American truly live the Christian life?  What should that look like?  When the temptation of excess is not only close by, but encouraged and celebrated?

When even good things, like food and sports and entertainment are so
close to our fingertips at every hour of the day that it becomes practically
impossible to turn them down?  When binging is no longer only associated with just food or alcohol, but also entertainment?  How do we enjoy the good
gifts God has given us, like prosperity, opportunity, and beauty, yet keep
those things from turning into greed and idolatry?  The line is so incredibly thin and so difficult to determine.  Sure, it’s easy to say, “American Christians are too materialistic,” but then when it comes down to deciding how much is too much, who knows the answer?

There’s got to be a way, isn’t there?  Can we find a way to take advantage of our prosperity, of our abundance and comfort and convenience, and yet use it for the glory of God?  Can we enjoy the gifts God has given us, and yet still live a life of self-denial?  Can we allow the beauty of America to sink into our souls and make us better people, yet steadfastly refuse to be satisfied in anything but Jesus?

I don’t know the answer, but I know it starts by asking the questions.  Every single day.  And not allowing ourselves to be truly dazzled by anything except the cross of Christ.

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased. (C.S. Lewis)

 

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