The “GO” Message in Joel

So, as I sat in bed last night, I was reading through parts of Romans. I came to Romans 10 and something hit me; there are quote marks in scripture, what do they mean? I see other places where it might say, “and scripture says…” in reference to other writings. So, when I came to Romans 10:13, I was hit with the question as to where does the reference of the quotes come from. It reads:

For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”

I’ve often heard this verse quoted as just needing to call on him and one can be saved. We need to take into context the verse being quoted. Once we get the background of this passage, and it’s context, we’ll know better what Paul is talking about here.

This passage comes from Joel 2:32. It says:

And it shall come to pass that everyone who calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved. For in Mount Zion and in Jerusalem there shall be those who escape, as the Lord has said, and among the survivors shall be those whom the Lord calls.

In fact, when reading back a few verses in Joel, you can see that it’s talking about the end times. It says:

28 “And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions. 29 Even on the male and female servants in those days I will pour out my Spirit. 30 “And I will show wonders in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and columns of smoke. 31 The sun shall be turned to darkness, and the moon to blood, before the great and awesome day of the Lord comes.”

Let’s now flip back to Romans 10 and see what it says after verse 13:

14 How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? 15 And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!” 16 But they have not all obeyed the gospel. For Isaiah says, “Lord, who has believed what he has heard from us?” 17 So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ.

This is totally crazy! I hadn’t seen it before because…well, to be honest, I didn’t know the Joel passage, what it said, and what was its context. But, now, when we read this Romans passage about calling on the Lord and being saved, according to Joel, it’s clear that Paul is talking about the end times. How are people to hear if they don’t know? They can’t believe in something they know nothing about! How beautiful it is, those feet that bring the good news! When the news is brought, people will believe and receive the word spoken to them.

Everyone, in those last days, that call upon the Lord will be saved…told by both Paul and Joel.

The “Take Away”
How much do we know scripture? I grew up in the church. I knew the stories (for the most part…uh, at least the big ones). But we can see throughout the New Testament that Jesus, the disciples, and the apostles quote their scripture (I assume) off the top of their head. They knew the word of God.

Jesus hanging on the cross is another big example. I’ve heard preachers take Jesus’ words on the cross so many different ways. I refer to “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” But, Jesus was quoting Psalm 22. This is a beautiful Psalm about pain, suffering, etc. But even more, through it, I read that God is still to be praised! I believe that Jesus was suffering on the cross and was crying out to God, through this Psalm, to express, through His pain, “Yet you are holy” (vs.3). This brings so much strength to me! In the midst of Christ’s worst on this earth–the worst the world could throw at Him–He cried out to His father! {Oh God, make me to be dependent on you through my trials, even today. To praise you through it ALL, just as Christ gave an example to us on the cross!}

Getting back to Joel and Romans, in the end, when we know scripture, it puts a totally different light into the truth than the reflection we seem to always look through. We are called to go and make disciples! “Pray, for the laborers are few” doesn’t mean to just pray! God needs laborers. Those laborers, that do go, will soon see that there really are very few!

I challenge you today, Go! Stand firm in the Lord! His word IS dependable. It is not contradictory, as some might say. It’s fully dependable and stable! Read it. Know it. Pass it on. Be a disciple that makes disciples, for that is what “go” is all about!

Lord, I pray for those reading, even now, that you would poor out your Spirit upon them for courage and wisdom. When the hard and challenging questions come from the “churched” and the world, put words in their mouths of absolute truth! May your Spirit pierce their hearts as they read your Word seeking for truths that you bring.

Our Kenya Trip

We first heard of Marc and Cindy through Marc’s book “The Gospel According to Jesus.” Honestly, the title is quite interesting in itself. Mark 1:15 says, “…’The time is fulfilled, and the Kingdom of God is at hand; repent and believe in the gospel.'” I’ve been taught that “the Gospel” is the burial, death, and resurrection of Jesus. True, these are pieces of the Gospel, but…what is the Gospel that Jesus taught here in this passage? Did He teach about his death….that hasn’t happened?

Luke 9:2, and 6 are a great example of what this “Gospel” is, they are highlighted below:

And he called the twelve together and gave them power and authority over all demons and to cure diseases, and he sent them out to proclaim the kingdom of God and to heal. And he said to them, “Take nothing for your journey, no staff, nor bag, nor bread, nor money; and do not have two tunics.And whatever house you enter, stay there, and from there depart. And wherever they do not receive you, when you leave that town shake off the dust from your feet as a testimony against them.” And they departed and went through the villages, preaching the gospel and healing everywhere.

You can see in vs. 2 what they were sent to do, and vs. 6 is the “conclusion” of what they did. The Gospel is the Kingdom of God! This hit us, changed our lives, and has lit us on fire for Him!

Marc’s entire focus, the ultimate focus, is to make disciples that make disciples. If we aren’t replicating what we believe, the truth ends with us! If we don’t live it like the Bible tells us, our Children will see that and they won’t live it either. How are we to teach our children…what do we teach them…These were questions that continued to pressure us. Knowing that Marc has made a successful ministry of making disciples, has written materials on the Kingdom of God, and has (personally) made disciples that are making disciples…well, frankly, we wanted to witness it and learn it for ourselves.

May 21, 2014, Rebekah, our youngest son, Owen, and myself (Tim) boarded a plane in Portland, Oregon bound for Kenya. A grueling three days later, which included a 12 hour layover in Amsterdam and a 9 hour drive from Nirobi to Kiminini, we met the entire Carrier and Sweazy clans! Oh what joy it was to meet other like-minded believers in Christ, on the front lines of His army, and we were going to spend the next 14 days with them.

First thing Rebekah and I wanted to experience first hand was not the poor living conditions, mud houses, the water hole where the entire village of 3,000 go for water, experience the glue boys, or even seeing wildlife…no, we wanted to meet other dedicated disciples for Christ and learn how present this Gospel so we could take it home! Oh, but no! Marc had other plans. I spent several days on mission attending training of other disciples, teachings at other home fellowships, and the fellowship that currently meets in Marc’s home.

Our first weekend, we were at home and were able to meet Silas, Marc’s first disciple. What an amazing, Godly, meek, and powerful person he is! I felt it such an honor to meet him and be a part of his life as he worked with the mission over the next two weeks. Our days started and ended with Silas–he kept his motorbike at the Carrier home to keep it as safe as possible. So, Silas would come first thing in the morning to pick it up and just at dark to drop it off. During that weekend, we witnessed what a New Testament church might have looked like; we met in the Carrier’s home and filled it with nearly 60 other Kenyan’s, casual believers to true disciples, to those who attended only to receive medical treatment (thinking that attendance was a prerequisite for medical care).

The church was full of Spirit-led singing, words of edification, correction, and prayer. The crazy thing to me, I first wondered how the teachings might match up or be all over the board…instead, it was orderly, and spot on for what was needed for the body at that time. In fact, from one person speaking to another, each followed a theme…yet, nobody “decided” what was to be spoken that week, what “topic” they’d teach on, or which three points to convey. No, rather, the Spirit led and it was all exactly what the body of Christ needed at that time.

Throughout the next several days, I was a part of many teachings. Through crazy and bumpy roads, we went from town to village, meeting fellowships, disciples, and teaching the Kingdom of God. In Luke 4:43 Jesus says, “I must preach the good news of the kingdom of God to the other towns as well; for I was sent for this purpose.” This is all that Marc taught, the Kingdom of God. Many received, not all were seen producing fruit, while there was a small remnant producing fruit…and it was obvious! This is what the parable of the sower also says in Matthew 13.

Rebekah was able to stay at home with Cindy, learning what life is like in the home of a Kenyan missionary: cooking with much less than in American homes, finishing home schooling for the year, shopping in the local markets and towns, and experiencing the flow (and I mean FLOW) of Kenyan’s coming in for medical aid, financial aid, and other support from the Muzugus (white people). Throughout our stay, Rebekah was able to participate with a ladies fellowship/Bible study. At this meeting, she met Mary, a Kenyan local who was in the beginning stages of understanding the Gospel of the Kingdom, who later repented and was baptized! What an amazing experience it was!

With not enough space to post EVERYTHING, I must say, our lives were changed. The final 5 days, Marc dedicated time to teaching us, alone, the Kingdom of God. Through many interruptions for financial and medical help, we learned the Two Kingdoms, Repentance & Baptism, Obedience to Christ, the Church of the New Testament, and finally, teaching others how to do the same. We were able to bring home the message of the Kingdom of God, materials to use, and an excitement for the life to come as we make disciples who make disciples.

After a three day travel from Kenya to our home in Harrisburg, Oregon where we picked up our two older children, we knew that God had a plan for us in Kenya! This next years is going to be the crazy one. We thought the past two years that God has taken us on our journey has been crazy…this one is sure to be more; selling everything we own!. And…I’m sure our first year in Kenya, on mission to make Kingdom disciples, will top them all. I truly hope, that through our adventure with Christ, year after year can be seen as the next CRAZY adventure!

Please consider supporting us, with a one time or monthly support, as we take the adventure of a life time; heading to the Kenyan mission field! Just click on “donate” in the bar above.

Meet Silas…

We (the Carriers) met Silas pretty much on day one when we moved to the village here in Kenya. He owns a shop just across the street from our house, where he lives and works with his wife, daughter, and newborn baby son.

Though we didn’t know it from the moment we met, Silas was eventually identified as that “man of peace” that would be instrumental in expanding the Kingdom of God in our community.

Recently, we helped Silas to purchase a piki piki (motorbike), in hopes that a fledgling business as a boda boda (driver) would help provide more comfortably for their family so that Silas would be more free to invest his time “on the mission.” Most recently, he coordinated many of the brothers (under the direction of Charlton Sweazy) to construct a home for a widow in our fellowship. He also regularly shares the Gospel of the Kingdom with visitors to his little shop, runs patients to the local clinic under Wanda’s direction, and visits satellite fellowships that are still in need of teaching and discipleship. If there’s anything to be done, not only do we trust Silas to do it, but he is always willing.

If Silas has a fault, it’s his memory. Rumor has it he suffered a head injury as a youth and was never the same (though we’ve never confirmed that to be true). In any case, he often confuses the English words “remember” and “forget” and he’s always “remembering” something–which is really “forgetting.” So when you call him to pick you up on his piki piki, he sometimes gets distracted and then “forgets to remember,” or “remembers to forget.” In other words, multiple phone calls by way of reminder are often necessary. And sometimes he shows up at the door and, after greeting and small talk, when asked if he needs something, he may stand there with a dazed look for several minutes before, with a shake of his head, he says, “Oh, yes!” and then proceeds with the reason for his visit.

We love Silas!

I (Cindy) had the privilege of riding on the piki recently behind Silas as I headed to a women’s meeting. I was reminded just why someone like Silas is such a gem. For starters, let me compare him with many other drivers at the boda boda “stage” in town (the place where you can hire a driver from a sea of motorbikes). Many of them are drunkards (not necessarily abstaining in order to pursue a living as a driver). Some are just plain rude and crude. Then there are those who lack not only a desire for safety but common sense as well. Couple that with dirt roads where potholes are the rule rather than the exception, impromptu speed bumps pop up unexpectedly, and pikis share the road with animals, pedestrians, bicycles, the occasional car, and other unsafe pikis often driving at high speeds, and a ride into town (or even a couple kilometers to a women’s meeting) can be downright scary.

I meditated on this as I rode peacefully on the back of Silas’s motorbike. Needless to say, Silas is as straight-laced as they come. He drives at a moderate speed and even slows down for speed bumps so I don’t fly up off the seat. I smiled when we came upon a little girl, maybe a year old, sitting in a little pothole in the dirt path we were driving on. I wondered what Silas was doing as he stopped and beeped his horn, since the house we were at wasn’t our final destination. Turns out he just wanted to get the attention of the girl’s mother, who was busy doing her wash in the courtyard. They had a short conversation, and then Silas said to me, “Yeah, many drivers they go too fast and they might not see her.” True enough!

I called him to come pick me up as I thought our meeting was wrapping up, since for him it was about a 15-minute ride and I didn’t really want to wait around. However, as it turns out, our closing prayer time went on longer than I thought it would and, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Silas pull up on the path outside before we finished. He ended up sitting there for about 10 minutes and I wondered what was going on when I saw him turn around and disappear down the path the same way he had come. To my amusement, when I exited the house I found him giving one of the neighborhood little tykes (about 2 years old, maybe) a spin on his piki, safely situated on the gas tank in front of him. Needless to say, the boy was smiling from ear to ear.

I apologized for making him wait and said,”Those Mamas prayed long today!” To which he simply laughed and said, “Yeah, it’s like that.” (That’s one of Silas’s favorite phrases, which he uses liberally and sometimes in a way totally unrelated to the conversation.)

To my surprise, one of the Mamas from the meeting begged a ride home, since it was on our way. Without missing a beat, I got squashed between her and Silas like a mzungu sandwich. Ordinarily, having a piki driver practically in my lap would make me uncomfortable, but knowing that it also made Silas uncomfortable actually made me feel better. I noticed that he scooted up on the gas tank as far as he possibly could to create more space for me. 😉

So now you’ve met Silas and gone with me a morning errand on the back of his piki. …“It’s like that.”

Food, or Medicine?

As we (the Carriers) have become at home in our village and slowly built relationships within our community, we’ve been better able to discern just exactly what the needs are and what direction the ministry here should take. Of course, Marc’s work focuses on teaching and training, and we have a fellowship that meets in our home. Beyond that, though, we have found that here in the villages, life can be hard and the needs can be great.

The average wage for those lucky enough to find work is approximately 300 KSH per day (about $4).  Tea is breakfast, sometimes there is no lunch, and ugali and greens (home grown on the shamba) are all that is available for supper. In this season (Kenyan Winter, which brings much rain), firewood is hard to get and expensive, which adds to the cost of daily bread. Though most families make it, when illness strikes, often a decision has to be made: food or medicine?

Case in point: just yesterday, a Mama came to our door carrying a baby on her back. She knew no English and my Swahili is still limited (I can make small talk, but understanding medical terminology is still beyond my grasp) so I was glad that my neighbor was here to assist us in conversation. The woman is a member of a local church (the pastor of which is another neighbor), and she was apparently recently widowed, with seven children at home. The baby she carried had put her hand in a pot of boiling water and had a severe burn. I assumed that the burn had just happened, and was surprised that the baby wasn’t crying. As it turns out, the incident had happened on Saturday morning. The Mama had done her best to cool the burn with water, and washed it with soap, but she became increasingly concerned and by Tuesday morning felt that her only option was to go see the wazungu and ask for help. When I saw the baby, there was no skin on her hand and there was beginning evidence of infection. Knowing that she needed more help than I could give, we organized to bring her to a local cottage hospital for treatment.

The wound was dressed and liquid antibiotics were dispensed, all for about $6 USD ($7, if you count transport). Since Sam, who assisted her at the hospital, owns a small produce shop, she hesitatingly asked if we would be able to help her with about 100 KSH worth of fruit (about four small mangoes, which were her choice). Of course, that was no problem.

And so we regularly see here the need for medical assistance, since daily bread often uses up a family’s meager resources. When an emergency arises, they have no “savings,” and nothing to fall back on. Those who know us, or know of us, come and ask for assistance, often as a last resort. Although some of the funds come from us, Kingdom Driven Ministries has been able to offer an increasing amount of financial assistance as well. It comes from YOU–people who faithfully give to KDM, so that we can not only minister the Gospel of the Kingdom but also serve “the least of these” in our community. For us, a few US dollars doesn’t seem like much–but (in the case of malaria medicine) it can mean the difference between life and death. It can buy not only healing for a child but a mother’s peace.

Our village is small, and word is getting around. The number of visitors seeking medical assistance is daily increasing. Today, we coordinated with our local chemist to dispense malaria medicine to a pregnant Mama and gave cough medicine to two other families (since it’s Winter, and cold season, here). We sent a sick baby to the clinic with Silas and gave an older woman with arthritis some ibuprofen (if that doesn’t help, we’ll have to bring her to the clinic). Marc also went to Kitale to take another elderly woman to the hospital. That might be the most we’ve done in one day, but it could be a new trend. Each individual need is comparatively inexpensive, but our total today (including transport costs) was about $20.

I can’t imagine being forced to neglect quality care for my child because I had to choose between that and feeding that child and her siblings. Any parent knows the angst that would cause. In the end, the woman who came yesterday thanked me profusely, and twice asked God to bless me. But I asked God if he would bless you instead, those whose giving has made blessing possible. Though you don’t see what goes on here each day “on the ground,” please know that your generosity is making a difference in the lives of many. If you feel led to give so that we can continue to meet these needs, you can make a donation in any amount to the KDM general fund at www.kingdomdriven.org/donate. If you would like, you can add a note at checkout to earmark the funds for medical assistance.

 

Farming God’s Way Demonstration Plot

I (Marc) was invited to a one-day sustainable farming seminar by Heaven’s Family in the Fall of 2012.  Being a degreed scientist, a homesteader (even back in the US), a teacher and missionary, I latched onto the concept immediately. Now our family had adjusted to growing much of our own food even when living in the US. We already knew how to farm and preserve foods. However, adjusting to a maize and beans economy and dry storing rather than canning was a big adjustment. Also, we were used to going to the local farm supply store in the US and getting whatever we needed. Here, there is no such thing as a general all-purpose fertilizer (12-12-12). We just have nitrogen-rich DAP and CAN locally, which are not ideal for beans and vegetables. They use a foliar spray (like MiracleGro®) for crops other than maize. The other big change was the seasons. Here it is long rains, short rains, and dry. In the mid-west we simply had the actual four seasons. Not here.

 

The seminar was taught by Craig Sorley who leads an initiative to empower Africa with practical and sustainable agriculture. His teachings were nearly entirely based on “Farming God’s Way” FGW (see www.farming-gods-way.com). He taught a lot of biblical concepts concerning sustainable agriculture but I will emphasize the science here. The thesis is that God made things to work a certain way in the wild and if we leverage His methods in our cultivation of crops we can greatly increase yield and  restore our land. I will give you my best description in as few words as possible. In the wild, trees are interspersed with other plants and provide a blanket of cover or mulch on the earth.  Trees pull nutrient from depth and reintroduce that nutrient to the topsoil. The organic matter protects the earth from erosion, provides a habitat for worms, bacteria, and other beneficial organisms that create a very healthy, rich soil structure. The ground cover prevents evaporation and runoff and ensures that all the precipitation  is absorbed and remains available for the plant roots. Other benefits of ground cover include inhibiting weed germination and propagation.

 

The other concept introduced was precision. Precise inputs and methods will lead to predictable outputs. Measuring plant spacing, seed and fertilizer depth and amounts precisely will lead to maximized yields. We are talking about engineering the field. Optimal spacing means inhibiting sunlight availability for weeds and maximum outputs per farming area. Crop rotation for pest reduction and to prevent nutrient depletion is also recommended (beans also fix nitrogen for future maize crops).

 

Our garden is huge by US standards but a standard small shamba (farm) by African standards. It is the perfect size to test this methodology. Our field is approximately 100 feet by 40 feet. I divided the shamba into five 40 feet by 20 feet parcels for crop rotation purposed. We started by adding mulch in the form of maize stalks and river grass and resting the field for the Fall of 2012. We consistently weeded and/or sprayed with a RoundUp® equivalent during the dry season  to minimize weeds in the future. We were amazed that what little rain the dry season gave us kept the soil moist even during the dry season where the mulch depth was sufficient. Now only one of our five sections had full coverage of a few inches of mulch. The other sections had variable coverage. We learned that grasses are much better than corn stalks for mulching. We only had enough grass for one section. Any seedless, non-poison leafy material will work for cover but the smaller the materials the better it holds back weeds and holds in moisture. We also have trees interspersed in our shamba, primarily a fast-growing variety that does not make much shade.

 

For the first crop we planted two sections of beans and two of maize. One of the bean sections also contained four rows of open-polinated maize seeds just to create seed for next year. The remaining section was for vegetables. We used just a mixed bean bag we eat from for bean seeds and Kenya Seed Company 6213 hybrid for the maize plots. We selected this variety because that is what everyone else around us is using and we want to compare apples with apples.

 

Now we planted a month after the rains because I suffered a serious leg injury in a motorbike accident. Therefore, when I compare my neighbor’s maize to mine they still had a month head start. Now I followed the FGW guidance to the best of my ability. In the end it was African volunteers and my family doing the labor and there are limits to how perfect they can follow instructions. Maize was spaced at 60 cm plant to plant with three seeds per hole with rows 75 cm apart. Now in actuality the holes were not 60 cm on center but rather 60 cm edge to edge meaning the spacing was a little wider than specified. As a result, I did not thin to two plants per hole but left all strong plants. The holes were dug about 8 to 10 cm deep and a mixture of lime/DAP was added per FGW specification. A little soil was returned and the seeds were planted at 5 cm depth. At a foot height, maize was top-dressed with CAN as specified.

 

For beans, furrows were dug about 8 to 10 cm deep and a lime/fertilizer mixture was applied and the furrow was backfilled and seeds were supposed to be planted at 3 cm depth. However, I lost control of the team at the bean plot. The rows were supposed to be 37.5 cm on center and seeds planted at 10 cm spacing. However, they DID NOT use strings to mark lines and just winged it by the fifth row. I can’t complain as they were all volunteers. Germination was not very good. Next time I will just plant many and thin the weaker plants. I will also do it myself for the sake of precision. They also rushed through the job and worked it with tools rather than by hand. In some places they placed the seeds in a different place than the fertilizer furrows and even placed the mulch over the plants. It was a bit messy. The moral of the story is that it is a difficult thing to get Africans to slow down for the sake of precision in lieu of just getting the job done as quickly as possible. Beans were later sprayed with a foliar spray a few times.

 

Weeding was done every couple weeks by the children or others while the weeds were small BEFORE they flower. Where the cover was thick and consisted of grasses, weeds were sparse. Wherever cover was light, we had more weeds. However, the weed density was far less than the community fields around us with zero mulch cover.

 

The vegetable plot is a mix of spinach, carrots, onions, collards, and garlic. It is where my children have their little beds of crops. Therefore, it is not FGW, but rather “farming Micah’s way, farming Isaiah’s way, and farming Jonah’s way.” That plot has the thinnest mulch cover as well. But the crops look pretty good.

 

Now there are three genres of crops around us: the average African field where inputs were deficient and crops are intermixed, a good commercial African field, and FGW. The fields with deficient inputs are pathetic. The maize is yellow and yield will not be worth the cost and effort. They typically mix their maize and beans (or millet) and get just a few bean pods per bean plant and small or even underdeveloped maize, if any at all.

 

The commercial fields have the inputs necessary, and do pretty good if the rains are there. However, it is a lot more work weeding and extra cost tilling the land. They also suffer from erosion loss, evaporation, and a dense impenetrable cake layer on the surface. No worms or beneficial critters amending the soil either. They do not apply lime. Also, much of the fertilizer applied gets washed away with rain or spreads to feed the weeds rather than the maize. The little hole in the mulch when FGW ensures that ALL inputs go to the maize.

 

Our neighbor Henry is a great African commercial farmer. He does everything “right” and gets a good yield. He planted a month before we did and his maize stayed ahead of ours for a while. However, when rains were intermittent our maize outperformed his. With the same volume of inputs and same variety of seed, even though he planted a month before us, our FGW maize is two feet taller than his and is a deep green rather than a yellow green. And his beans yielded about 12-15 pods per plant whereas ours yielded 25-30 pods per plant. And that is with a healthy rainy season. If drought came, the difference would have been even more remarkable.

 

As a result of our exceptional crop performance we are the talk of the town. This was our intention. This demonstration plot will lead into teaching multiple short seminars on the benefit of both project management and planning principles and FGW techniques. Pray with us that the Lord will use these principles to thrust these folks from poverty.

Lodwar Mission Report

The team returned to Turkana country for a follow-up mission this week. The mission team (see photo) included Silas, Henry, Tonny, me, and the coordinator John, who made the initial connections with the people in Lodwar. It was another long, hot and bumpy journey (photos). We experienced a broken rim on the bus in a bad area (photo). An official on the bus said the nearby herd of cows made him nervous because the Pokot shepherds are known to carry machine guns. He stated earlier armed locals robbed stranded folks of everything they had including their clothing. They would have seen some blinding whiteness if that happened to our bus! Well we arrived in Lodwar at about 10 PM and then ate dinner. I learned that our guest house is really a brothel. Praise God they change the bedding daily. Silas was teaching the working girls and convinced one to pack up and go home and she did. Praise God.

After dinner there was a terrible incident I hate to even describe. But things are different in the remote areas of the desert. A crowd had gathered around an unconscious man laying in the street. Bystanders said he was hit by a motorbike. No one lifted a finger to help him. Silas and Henry investigated first and then joined the rest of the team. They told me about the injured man and I went to see if we could get him to a hospital. Silas is the only one who tried to help me. We could not get a car and Silas wanted to put him on a motorbike. Then the crowd started changing their story and saying he was a robber who was injured by vigilantes for stealing a phone. Even my team discouraged any action. So we just let the man lay there. All I could think of was the parable of the good Samaritan. Even if he was a robber, I did not feel right but was powerless without their cooperation as I do not speak the languages necessary to get anything done. And assisting a robber is considered very wrong in Africa. I needed cooperation.

We returned to our room and called it a night. I pondered his injuries and concluded that whether he lived or died, local medical capabilities would not make the difference. He suffered blunt head trauma and was unconscious with occasional seizures. Not good. But Silas could not rest. He returned to the scene alone hours later and the man was alone in the street, the crown having disbursed. He had no money and it was the middle of the night. He just stayed there and the man eventually died. You see, Silas knew the crowd was lying. The person who instigated the stories was the murderer who fought him over a girl. I learned all this the next morning. This is a sad testimony of the severity of life in Africa and total disregard for our fellow man. Only Christ can change these people.

The next day we met in our guest house (brothel by night) to teach agricultural methods effective in their area. It was a modified version of Farming God’s Way. But their issues run deeper. No soil and no rain! That is a big problem for agriculture. But I taught them in the classroom and hands-on in the field to dig out a small area about 10 inches deep and import soil from ant hills, rich muck from the river flood plain, and compost. Then we applied about six inches of mulch over the new soil. Add water and voila! Wait for God to do the rest. We planted a bed of tomatoes (see photo) to test this at a pilot scale. If it works, they will be encouraged to take it to commercial scale. To do the project we purchased them a wheel burrow, shovel, jembe (heavy hoe), machete, and file to sharpen the tools.

The second agricultural project was evaluating a cooperative farm for irrigation. It is a farm managed by about 100 local Turkana people (photo) consisting of 100 acres (photo). It is located on a flood plain and is adjacent to the river, which is a dry bed much of the year. Now they wanted someone to come in and install a well and set them up. However, their water demands and the lack of power inhibit this as being practicable. I put my hydrogeologist hat on (I am a degreed geologist, geophysicist, and hydrogeologist) and scoped out their situation. They reside on a flood plain with water is less than 10 meters deep with loose fluvial sediments. Think big water demands. Think no power and no heavy equipment. Solution: irrigation pond. They need to get some cattle and dredge/scrape/plow a large pond and install a diesel pump. Think America before the invention of the excavator. Most of the ponds and lakes built in America were built this way. They really have everything they need to do the job. They just needed a push in the right direction. Besides that, if they really want a well, at 10 meters, they just need a shovel and a bucket. Their next assignment is to dig a hole and definitively determine depth to water and ensure bedrock is not encountered.

Next day was a trip to Lake Turkana. This was a two hour rough ride through the desert (photo). Occasional goats, camels, and Turkana villages are all that break up the barrenness. Once lakeside, we were greeted by the Chief who is also a pastor. He hosted the meeting. We then had to board a boat to access the peninsula where we would be teaching. For most of us, this was no big deal; but for Tonny and John: major problem. These guys feared the idea of traversing the one-mile harbor in a boat tremendously. After a half hour of cajoling them, we finally gave up and left them on shore. However, shortly after we left we saw them board another boat and follow us to the other side.

At the other side we watched the locals gather in their catch by net on shore (photo). It was incredible. Reminds me exactly of what James, John, Peter and Andrew experienced in Lake Galilee. Lake Turkana is an awesome fishing spot. It is so remote, and roads so bad, there are only boats on the lake that are locally made. Therefore, this enormous lake is barely fished. Results: some incredible fishing! I would love to take my boys here but the risks are too numerous.

I then taught a group of seven pastors and about 40 church members (photo) the Gospel of the Kingdom, house church planting, Luke 10 evangelism, and multigenerational discipleship. It was very well received. They said this was exactly what they needed to reach the unreached deep into the interior places.

During a break we wandered back to the lakeside. On shore someone just pulled in a 15-20 pound fish that looks like a bass (see photo). We bought several huge tilapia right there and ate good the next couple of days.

After the teaching the Chief insisted I come back. I want to, really, but my schedule and budget prohibit it. Now these folks are desperate for Bibles and I only wish I had carried more. I only brought five with me but had a few more at home but lacked room in my luggage. I will have to send them some somehow.

I just marvel at our God who put this vast resource in the middle of a desert. What a blessing for the local people. Without the lake, they would have nothing. Pray for the people Ferguson Gulf, Lake Turkana.

We them traveled back to Lodwar in preparation for the next meeting in Lokichar, about three hours from Lodwar. The next day we boarded a small van for Lokichar (photos of camels on the way). When we arrived at noon, we found five pastors who had been waiting for two days for us to arrive. Two pastors walked day and night 70 kilometers to attend the meeting. Another traveled 40 kilometers. Try to get an American who is that committed to learn from God!

I taught all day and they were blessed. These are serious folks and now they have been given knowledge and tools to reach deep into the interior places of Turkana land. We will marvel one day at the impact that the teachings and literature will have at reaching the unreached in this harsh area. These are literally unreached peoples we are talking about who do not even know about the Bible, God, and Jesus Christ. I praise God for the opportunity to mobilize the people who will reach them

So I want to thank all of you who have been praying with us and supporting this work financially. When this mission was launched, there remained only $792 in the mission bank account. Well, reaching the interior places is not cheap. We used a total of $752 to fund this mission. It is not easy work; the team endures many hardships to embark on missions to these remote areas. But we are willing, for the God we serve and the people we reach. However, we can’t do it without your help…both prayers and financial support.

God bless you.

Marc Carrier

Mission Lodwar Turkana country

Lodwar/Turkana Mission Report –Exhausted! But also encouraged. I just returned from a long overnight bus journey from Lodwar. Let me share the experience with you. Pictures will come later…they are on Sam’s phone.

It started with a mission in West Pokot last month. Attending that mission were many people from afar…including Lodwar. Lodwar is the last city before Sudan, besides Kakuma which is a refugee camp. Citizens of Lodwar do not consider themselves Kenyan. They say they are “going to Kenya” when they travel to Kitale. Turn the radio on and you hear stations from Sudan and Ethiopia, not Kenya. It is beyond the reach of government and police. It is ruled by whoever holds the gun. Police and military have tried to tame the area without success. Now police will not dare venture to the area. As a result, missionaries seldom venture there as well.

To get there one must travel a long road (sort of a road) through mountain passes with steep drops (no guardrails!), steep inclines and descents miles long forcing the driver to go in first gear to prevent burning the brakes, desert paths that meander through dried river beds (and some not dry)…it is mostly unpaved and very treacherous. Our overloaded and top-heavy bus nearly tipped numerous times and we were also stopped by a gang of AK-47 weilding youth. They stopped the bus, walked around a bit, and then waved us on by. The trip through the desert must be at night to prevent tire failure…though we still suffered two blowouts. But sleep in not an option on these “roads.” And my bout with malaria did not make the trip very pleasurable. There are also elephants (the team saw them while I was sleeping) and lions there. We are talking the wild frontier!

Then there is the people. There are four tribes in Kenya that are the most respected and feared for their history as warriors. There are the Maasai, Sabaot, Pokot, and Turkana. They are all pastoralists with herds of either cows or goats. They are all cattle russlers. They all believe that all the cattle on earth rightly belong to them and do not consider it wrong to steal cattle from other tribes. The Maasai are fierce warriers who kill lions by hand as a rite of passage to manhood. They have never been conquered and walk with pride to this day. However, their warrier kin-tribes have continued to advance in warrior tactics. The other three tribes discovered the gun and guerilla warfare. The government of Kenya landed a crushing blow to the Sabaot a few years back but to this day have not been able to subdue the Pokot or Turkana tribal areas.

The Turkana and Pokot are bitter enemies, exchanging cattle raids with seasonal regularity. The Pokot are further south and have cows. The Turkana live in drier regions and only have goats. However, when dry season comes, the goats die. When the weather breaks the Turkana again must go raiding the Pokot to replenish their goat supply. Also, guns are numerous but bullets are scarce. There are just two sources: attack a police outpost (which is common) and steal their bullets or trade the Sudanese bullets for a cow. One cow is worth 200 rounds. Now the Turkana do not have cows. So they must raid the Pokot for cows and trek them to Sudan to exchange for bullets. That is life here on the wild frontier.


Then there is culture. Straight from a National Geographic special! Perfectly acceptable for men, women and children to parade around with no clothes at all, right in town. Albeit somewhat rare in town (though I have seen several nude folks in town), but commonplace in the villages. They live in round reed and stick huts approximately eight to ten feet in diameter. These huts are excellent for offering cool shade even during afternoon heat. The land is public and communal, and not personally owned. People can move their homes at will in search of better food or water for their goats. Traditionally women wear numerous colorful beaded necklasses which stretch their necks and colorful wraps–but the poorest go nude and some of the progressive in town wear modern clothing. They may have some other jewelery. Traditionally men wear a colorful wrap. Men carry a stick used as a weapon, for walking and for herding goats. They also carry a unique wooden stool that serves as a shield, weapon, pillow, and chair. All of these tribes rest their head on a wooden stool for a pillow each night. They brush their teeth with a stick that when broken emulates toothbrush bristles. Bathing is public fare at the rivers.

Boys are trained as youth in archery. They can finish a person from hundreds of meters with precision with their powerful homemade bows. When they master the art, they graduate to guns. They are given ten rounds and must pierce the center of a coin from hundreds of yards with open sights by the tenth round or receive a severe communal caning. No schools or hospitals outside of town centers–and this is a vast area. They know how to trek in deserts. It took Charles one year on foot to make the trip to Lodwar (the big city) from his home town. That is resolve!

Lodwar is Turkana territory. We travel through Pokot territory (equally lawless) to get there, but it is 100% Turkana. I have been given great favor ministering to Turkana people. In fact, I have baptized more Turkana than any other tribe. This is interesting since I live in Bukusu lands and walk and work with mostly Luhyas. There is something about Turkanas that I love tremendously. They are hard people to change. However, when they hear truth; when they understand something; when they make a commitment; there is no turning them back. I love that. That is my personality. When I am serious about something I am very serious. But to change me is hard. They are a people of extremes. I am a person of extremes. When I served the world and sin, I served heartily. But when I converted and decided to follow Christ, I committed 100%.

So all these Turkana converts make strong disciples. They know how to count the cost and live and die for Jesus. Hard to find a Luhya or Kikuyu ready to live and die for Christ like that!

So these folks don’t grow crops. It is too dry. However, I am teaching them how now and they are excited to try some new techniques. They are eager to start soon and I will send someone to assist at first. Interestingly, water is not too deep. A borehole can be advanced for under $1000 by a local drilling machine. That one well can revolutionaize an area.

Their normal diet is goat and fish. Lake Turkana, a huge freshwater lake, boasts some excellent fishing. It is a vibrant industry for those fortunate to live close to the lake. But for most, it is the desert and goat. Lodwar is a boom town with all supplies coming from Kitale. All fruits and vegetables, beverages, and general wares come from Kitale. Without that lifeline the city would cease to exist. But the common folks in the rural places do not have access to those wares. When our bus drove to town it was cram packed with wares–even a new motorbike was put on the roof of the bus.

Turkanas are not considered unreached. The Joshua Project lists them as 48% reached. However, that 52% does not see much activity due to the extreme difficulty in accessibility via motor vehicle and lawlessness and risk of violence. The police and military are not even willing to venture to these parts let alone Kenyan and foreign missionaries. Another danger is the flood of refugees from neighboring Muslim countries Sudan, Somalia, and Ethiopia. With them comes elements of al-Shabaab which is the local al-Qaeda group. The lawlessness here gives them safe cover to organize.

There is another piece of trivia about Turkana. Gold and oil have been discovered here on public tribal lands. Anyone can go prospecting (that is, Turkanas) and many have become rich. Almost all the shops and businesses in Lodwar were launched with funds from gold discoveries. But those who can get metal detectors are booming and the locals are missing out. The purchase of a metal detector for one of our disciples is some really low hanging fruit!

Well on to my recent mission. Pastor John from West Pokot organized this meeting with a local evangelist who attended my meeting in West Pokot. Pastor John saw me baptize five Turkanas in West Pokot which is now a strong house church of committed disciples. He knows first hand the power and simple effectiveness of New Testament practice and the Gospel of the KIngdom.

The first day we met in a small building in the middle of nowhere. We had half a dozen ministry leaders and a couple dozen church members and local tribal folks. I taught the Gospel of the Kingdom and discipleship. Now I was shocked to find out that only two of my ministry leaders could read! When I learned that I suggested meeting at the guest house I was staying in for the second day to limit the meeting to ministry leaders. This was a bold step that I knew was necessary. I taught them house church planting and evangelism and how to teach the gospel and plant churches to illiterate people using storytelling and Shepherd’s Storybook. It was a great success! We now have an executable plan. Over night the Lord burdened me to teach them more. I saw a gap between presenting the Gospel of the Kingdom to a Christianized culture and presenting it to a totally unreached illiterate group. I taught them how to introduce God, the Bible, Jesus, Sin, Satan, and redemption. I praise God for this. It was awesome. The Lord showed me exactly how to present these concepts to people through a simple and remarkably convincing story presentation. The students were very appreciative for this additional instruction.

In order not to offend the people who had organized at the other location I sent Silas with Charles (who is fluent in 18 tribal languages including all of these warrior tribes and many unreached groups) to teach them. They gathered 52 people who were there for a funeral. The completely unexpected irony was the host of the funeral was Charles’ aunt and the person who died was his cousin! Small world! That village was already Christianized as one of my student pastors lived there. He said there were only two non-Christians in that village. Guess what! Those two repented–one a Muslim–and are being baptized today as I write this. But I have to admit I was right in relocating the meeting. We would have been limited to the surficial while I know I needed to go deep with the four super-committed ministry leaders who will be the sprear-tip of the forthcoming mission work among the primitive tribal areas.

The last day was evangelism. Again, it was a reached area. I shared with three traditionally dressed mamas and two others in modern clothes. The irony, the traditionally dressed women were already baptized believers but the others were not. We baptized Sarah, a 25 year old married women struggling with an unfaithful husband who lived in Nairobi. She will be discipled by one of our trained leaders who is a gifted healer. She is a remarkable woman. God revealed Himself to her directly as a child before Christians were there. She now has a reputation from afar as the go-to person when sick. She has the gift! When she prays they are healed–period! This woman, whom I call “mama evangelist” and another woman paid for our food while there. A shop owner paid for accommodations and had his restaurant cook the food. They sent me away with many gifts such as a reed broom, mat, the wooden chair/pillow/shield (which was a huge honor to receive) and two pigeons which immediately flew away on me.

Please pray with me for time, tactics, and resources to thoroughly reach these people. We are planning two upcoming trips: one for agricultural projects and one to teach new leaders at Lake Turkana. Pray for success for those whom we have mobilized. Pray for the right projects to meet the needs of these people: metal detector for gold prospecting, water wells, agriculture, and so on (???). Pray for funding for those projects. Pray for me to fully train Charles and leverage his remarkable language skills–he is a huge asset that I want to fully utilize.

Thanks and God bless you

Moments Echo Into Eternity

This is Cindy Carrier guest-posting on behalf of the Kingdom Driven Ministries team (maybe for the first time?). Marc, Sam, and Binea are traveling to a training meeting for the second day of teaching with a small group of pastors. I wanted to relate a brief story that Marc shared with me yesterday that I felt was significant in its simplicity. I’m sure I’ll get some details wrong, but I don’t think a few inconsistencies will change the meaning, so bear with me.

While the team was boarding the matutu (public transport van) yesterday, an older gentleman inadvertently leaned on the vehicle, breaking a part (I think it was the antennae, but my memory fails me). The driver, of course, began berating the man and demanding payment. Sometimes a scenario like this can escalate into violence, particularly since the people on the matutu very often only have money for the ride–no “extra”–especially not the 700 shillings (about $8 USD) the driver demanded. After some time, with the driver not backing down and the man insisting that he couldn’t pay, Marc and Sam stepped in and paid off the driver. As things settled down, the shocked man simply mouthed a quiet “Thank you.”

Imagine Marc’s surprise when they entered the town this morning where the meeting was taking place, and the very same gentleman approached the team and asked if they recognized him. Of course, since the encounter was so brief they couldn’t put their finger on where they had seen him before. He refreshed their memories and thanked them once again. Marc, recognizing him as a “Man of peace,” asked where he was from and got his contact information. He’s sure that the Lord brought them together providentially, and that there will be much fruit as a result when they meet again. He hopes to have time after tomorrow’s meeting to re-connect. Please keep that in prayer. And remember, we all have moments like this–moments that echo into eternity. Don’t miss them!

Annual Meeting –Year in review and future plans

We held our annual meeting for Kingdom Driven Ministries with the Board last night and wanted to share with you some of our discussions. It has certainly been an extraordinary year and we are looking forward to even more fruit as we continue to grow. We thank you all so very much for making it all possible through your financial and prayer support!

Here are some highlights from the past year on the ground in Africa:

  • Dozens of pastoral training missions having trained between 200 and  300 pastors and leaders in the Kingdom Gospel, Kingdom expansion (Evangelism), discipleship and house church. Luke 10-style community evangelism resulted in many baptisms and follow-up discipleship.
  • Hosted multiple short-term missions (visitors from US)
  • Trained and launched Glenn Roseberry to Tanzania. He is doing great–be sure to follow reports on his blog or Facebook.
  • Revised literature to reduce expenses
  • Issued 28 microloans (some individual, some group) in total 551,500 KSH for numerous small businesses. Average loan amount approximately 19,700 KSH or $240. Partial repayment of all but five loans. Just two loans paid in full.
  • Orphan care: several one-time gifts given. First “Forever Family” launched recently. This has been slow going because our program is based on placing orphans in the homes of Kingdom Christians. This first year has been focused on evangelism and discipleship to make those hosts.
  • Medical assistance: numerous emergency and routine medical expenses funded through the mission.
  • Academic training on an individual basis: English training, Horticulture, Computer Skills, farming techniques, and small business
  • Two board members attended a Farming God’s Way (www.farming-gods-way.org) seminar and the Carriers have launched a “case study” for the community using their small shamba.
  • Local book lending library established; many Kingdom-oriented books as well as practical resources have been lent out.
  • Local medicine cabinet and medical care facilitation has been implemented to meet a very real need in the community.

Plans for 2013-14

  • Continued multi-day pastoral training/evangelistic missions
  • Continued evangelism, discipleship, and home fellowships (planting and mentoring)
  • College-level training for pastors and ministry leaders (20-week course, 5 hours every Saturday. Launching June 1.)
  • Business/Small farming training seminar(s)
  • Family/marriage/parenting seminar(s)
  • More assistance for poor and needy: specifically medical expenses and empowerment gifts rather than just business loans
  • Microloan program evaluation; recommendation is to give gifts rather than loans where possible, also to focus on agricultural loans and loans to existing business (i.e., for expansion), which seem to be more successful. Also, possibly gifts of livestock where recipients can “re-gift” to others in need once livestock has reproduced.
  • Expansion of orphan care program expected as pool of candidates (Kingdom Christians willing to take in non-related children) grows.
  • Charlton, Natasha, and Wanda Sweazy moving to Kenya, 2014.They will be involved in orphan care and medical assistance programs.

 

 

House Church Planting Dialogue

Two missionaries named Michael and Robert were packing to go overseas to plant churches. They wanted to put everything in the bag that they would need to plant churches (symbolically, that is). So they proceeded to pack for the adventure.

Michael said to Robert: “A Bible, we will need a Bible to plant churches.”

Robert answered: “Yes, put it in the bag.”

Michael pulled a plan for a church building from a folder and showed Robert. Then he said: “We will need a church building to plant a church. It will take purchasing property, getting permits, and getting a contractor to build the structure.”

Robert replied: “Yes, of course. We can’t plant churches without a ‘church.’ Put it in the bag.”

Michael then showed him a brochure of a bunch of fancy audiovisual equipment. He said: “We will want to show the Jesus film and do crusades to save people and get many members for our new church. We will need much expensive equipment to attract large crowds.”

Robert responded: “Yes, I love these speakers—and what a great projector. Put it in the bag.”

Michael then pulled out a couple resumes for prospective pastors. “We will need a strong pastor to launch this church. Look at this guy. He has a degree from a great Bible college. We will have to pay him a good salary to move out there, but he will be worth it.”

“He is perfect!” exclaimed Robert. “Put it in the bag.”

“We will need some powerful preaching to draw a good crowd,” said Michael

“And we certainly want a crowd,” said Robert.

Michael then motioned to a plan for a Bible college. “Look at this,” he said.

“Wow! I love it. That is how we will train up indigenous pastors. Put it in the bag” said Robert.

Michael opened his wallet and said, “This will cost a lot of money. But we will get the Westerners to give. They always want to support missions.”

“Put it in the bag,” said Robert.

Michael zipped up the bag and lifted it, firmly bracing himself, so as not to fall. He handed it over to Robert and he nearly fell due to the great weight of the bag.

Robert commented, “This bag is real heavy. Do you think it will work?”

Michael replied, “This is how we do it, and it works for us.”

Weeks later they boarded a plane for East Nowhere and set off to the field. In the field, they encountered Wanyonyi on the side of the road on a path. They introduced themselves as missionaries and told him they had a gift for him from God.

Wanyonyi replied, “Are you sure it is for me?”

They handed him the bag and it nearly crushed him. Wanyonyi got up and was furious and chased them away. Michael and Robert barely escaped. Disappointed from the failure of the mission, they returned home.

“What happened,” Robert said to Michael.

“I don’t know. It looked way too heavy for him,” replied Michael.

“That was really discouraging,” said Robert. “I know we have been called to plant churches. Now what do we do?”

Michael had a look on his face and twinkle in his eye as if he was granted some supernatural insight. “I have an idea. What if we simply follow the New Testament pattern for our church planting mission.”

Robert responded in delight, “yeah, that is a great idea. Because we know it worked for them!”

“That’s it then. It is settled,” exclaimed Michael. “If it is not in the New Testament, it does not go in the bag.”

The men then dumped the contents of the bag onto the table and started repacking their bag for the church planting mission with renewed hope and vigor.

Michael first grabbed the Bible and said to Robert: “A Bible, we will need a Bible to plant churches.”

Robert answered: “Yes, of course. That is our model for how we will work. Put it in the bag.”

Michael pulled a plan for a church building from a folder and showed Robert. Then he said: “We will need a church building to plant a church. I mean, we are church planting. How do you plant churches without a ‘church?’”

Robert replied: “Actually, I don’t remember seeing a church building in the New Testament.”

Michael responded in disbelief, “What do you mean no church building in the New Testament. Where did they meet?”

Robert opened to Romans 16:3-5 and read: “Greet Prisca and Aquila, my fellow workers in Christ Jesus, who for my life risked their own necks, to whom not only do I give thanks, but also all the churches of the Gentiles;  also greet the church that is in their house.” Then he read 1 Corinthians 15:16: “The churches of Asia greet you. Aquila and Prisca greet you heartily in the Lord, with the church that is in their house.” Then Robert read Colossians 4:15 and Philemon 1:1-2 in rapid succession: “Greet the brethren who are in Laodicea and also Nympha and the church that is in her house… To Philemon our beloved brother and fellow worker,  and to Apphia our sister, and to Archippus our fellow soldier, and to the church in your house.”

Michael stared dumbfounded and a bit humbled, “For real, there are no church buildings in the Bible. They met in houses! That is great news for the mission, because I knew the expense of the building would be a real problem. But they already have houses! Put it in the bag, brother.”

Michael started affectionately looking over the audiovisual equipment catalogs. “No, not my equipment,” exclaimed Michael, having realized the ramifications of their mutual agreement that if it is not in the New Testament, it does not go in the bag. “So now how are we going to evangelize?”

Robert responded, “In Luke 10 Jesus just sent them out in pairs—in fact, He made the point for them to go empty-handed. They preached the Kingdom of God and healed people. I mean, they were taught by the Master storyteller. Jesus showed them how to share the message of the Kingdom using simple stories.”

“You know what? That is actually much better than what we had going,” replied Michael with renewed enthusiasm.

Next, Robert grabbed the resume of the pastor they both liked, “What about the pastor? There are pastors in the Bible, aren’t there?”

“Well, that is funny you ask. Not exactly,” said Michael.

“What? You have to be kidding,” remarked Robert.

Michael clarified, “Churches certainly had leadership—even house churches. But each fellowship did not have a CEO-type running the place.”

Robert, a bit confused by Michael’s mysterious response, balked, “but pastor is one of the five-fold offices—you know—Ephesians 4:11.”

“I know, I know,” said Michael. “But all I am saying is that it was not the way we understand the role. Pastoring is synonymous with shepherding, and it was certainly a vital role. But the shepherds were discipled and trained up from the flock, and selected based on their character and how they managed their personal households. These were not seminary trained business-style leaders who were recruited and hired based on resumes.”

Robert, interested in where the conversation was heading then asked, “Well if they are trained up from the body, are you saying the church operated without a pastor at the beginning? Because I know Paul said in 1 Timothy 3 leaders should not be recent converts.”

“Precisely,” responded Michael.

“Brother, your theory sounds great,” said Robert, “But we agreed it does not go into the bag unless it is the New Testament. So prove it.”

Undaunted, Michael opened up to Titus 1 and started reading from verse 5: “For this reason I left you in Crete, that you would set in order what remains and appoint elders in every city as I directed you, namely, if any man is above reproach, the husband of one wife, having children who believe, not accused of dissipation or rebellion.  For the overseer must be above reproach as God’s steward, not self-willed, not quick-tempered, not addicted to wine, not pugnacious, not fond of sordid gain, but hospitable, loving what is good, sensible, just, devout, self-controlled, holding fast the faithful word which is in accordance with the teaching, so that he will be able both to exhort in sound doctrine and to refute those who contradict.”

“You can’t be serious,” responded Robert. “I have read the New Testament a hundred times and I never noticed that Paul’s churches were launched leaderless. This is amazing! What a discovery. This will make launching our house churches a million times easier. All we have to do now is make disciples, organize them into fellowships, and simply disciple them until the Holy Spirit reveals the leadership. Put it in the bag, brother!”

Robert’s enthusiasm sank as he thought out loud, “Well if we don’t have a pastor, who will preach the sermons? I mean, without powerful sermons, who will come, really?”

Michael answered, “Actually, you don’t find sermons preached in the New testament either.”

“Not true, brother,” responded Robert, confident he had stumped his dear brother Michael. “What about the ‘Sermon on the Mount,’ ‘Sermon on the Plain,’ Stephen’s powerful sermon, and Peter at Pentecost? There is certainly preaching in the New Testament.”

Michael calmly explained, “There is preaching, but NOT to believers. All those examples were evangelism, not examples of sermons directed at the churches.”

“I see your point,” responded Robert. “So what did they do in the churches? Who lead the service?”

Michael answered, “They had an interactive service lead by the Holy Spirit. I mean one would teach, then another would lead a song, and they even spoke in tongues and prophesied in turn. It is right here in 1 Corinthians 14:26: let me read it, ‘What is the outcome then, brethren? When you assemble, each one has a psalm, has a teaching, has a revelation, has a tongue, has an interpretation. Let all things be done for edification.’”

“So it looks like no one person ran the show, but rather all who were so inclined participated as the Spirit lead,” noted Robert. “This takes a lot of pressure off the would-be pastor. This really sounds great. Let’s put it in the bag.”

“Another thing I noticed in reading 1 Corinthians 11, is that they shared the Lord’s table as a full meal. I mean every week. They took communion, but not a token wafer and a little sip,” said Michael. “In fact, they called it the Love Feast. This was the centerpiece of their meeting together.”

Robert feeling about three inches tall, not understanding how he could have missed these things, having received so much Bible training, replied: “brother, this is a real humbling exercise. I really never knew any of this. But I am blessed and relieved. Because I am certain the folks we are ministering to are going to love this. Put it in the bag.”

Now they looked at the plans for the Bible college together. They looked directly at each other and both realized at the same time that there is no Bible college in the Bible. So they thought of the New Testament alternative to Bible college and both blurted out at precisely the same time, “discipleship!”

Michael then quickly opened his Bible to 2 Timothy 2:2 while Robert was opening his to Luke 6:40. Michael read first: “The things which you have heard from me in the presence of many witnesses, entrust these to faithful men who will be able to teach others also.”

Then Robert read, “A pupil is not above his teacher; but everyone, after he has been fully trained, will be like his teacher.”

Michael said, “Put it in the bag, brother.”

Robert saw the last item. “Money—that is a sticky issue. What do we find in the New Testament. Church planting costs a lot. I mean we need the church building,” then quickly realizing, “oh yeah, no building.” Then he went right down the list, “pastor…no pastor, audiovisual equipment…no equipment, Bible college…no Bible college…”

Michael interrupted, “I got it, I got it…I know what we need money for.”

Robert looked confused.

Michael continued, “The Bible. We will need money for the Bible. That is the only thing we need to plant churches!”

Robert was laughing nervously, somewhat bewildered as to how such a complex endeavor as church planting could have become so simple and affordable.

Robert contemplated, “So what did the New Testament church do with their money. I mean, they took offerings, didn’t they?”

Michael, eager to answer the question, responded by reading from Acts Chapter 4 starting in verse 32: “And the congregation of those who believed were of one heart and soul; and not one of them claimed that anything belonging to him was his own, but all things were common property to them.  And with great power the apostles were giving testimony to the resurrection of the Lord Jesus, and abundant grace was upon them all.  For there was not a needy person among them, for all who were owners of land or houses would sell them and bring the proceeds of the sales  and lay them at the apostles’ feet, and they would be distributed to each as any had need.”

When Michael finished reading, Robert answered his own question: “They simply gave to all as they had need. So the money went to the neediest among them. I am certain our new house churches will love this.”

Michael grinned, “put it in the bag.”

The next week they returned to the mission field. Both were amazed by how light the bag had grown. They both were eager to carry the bag this time, remembering how heavy it used to be.

They stumbled upon Wanyonyi again. He saw the bag and made a run for it. They caught up to him and were able to explain to him that it was different this time. This time they handed the bag slowly, and held it with Wanyonyi until he supported all the weight. Wanyonyi was shocked by how light it was.

They all praised God together and the men urged Wanyonyi to take it to his people. Wanyonyi walked away under the blue sky carrying the package to all the villages. The missionaries returned home, overjoyed by the success of their mission.