Easter service
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Ntuuti Primary School
Below are some pictures from the Ntuuti Primary School on Ekitangaala Ranch.
First Term Parent Meeting - Ben speaking, Hyder translating.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Critters on the Ranch
Sunday, May 15, 2011
My earliest memory is lying in a playpen
at Ridgecrest. I grew up at church in a
class called Mission Friends (taught by my mother), and after that Royal
Ambassadors. Once a year I sat in a VBS
class for a week, and when I outgrew it I taught one instead. My teen years were spent going to Centrifuge
Camps at Skycroft, in Maryland or Ridgecrest, in North Carolina (including the
obligatory tangent over to Sliding Rock) and being involved in the National
Drama Society (NDS). I knew who Annie
Armstrong and Lottie Moon were long before Martin Luther and John Calvin, and I
listened to Charles Stanley on the radio almost every night. In high school
when I went on mission trips to Oklahoma, my support partially came from the
Home Mission Board.
Right now you are in one of two
camps, you either have no clue what I am talking about (and what it has to do
with Africa) or you have just confirmed your suspicions that I grew up Southern
Baptist. There was a Methodist and Community church in the same town as my church
but we didn’t really talk to them much. We didn’t hate them or anything and we
certainly considered them Christians, they just had their business and we had
ours and sometimes we’d team up for something but mostly we had our own
separate booths at the town fair.
Often in church history, small doctrinal
errors end up getting magnified over time into major problems within the
church. The early church needed somebody
to decide whether Christians who had rejected Jesus under Roman torture should
be allowed back into the church, and they gave that power to the priest. Move 1000 years forward and the priest, not
you, decided where you stood with Christ (obviously I’m summarizing). Africa is not immune to history, and because
of the amazing mission revolution of the early 1900’s, much of Africa’s modern
church history starts with America and the West.
Within Ugandan Christian gatherings
here, often the second question Heather and I are asked (after our names) is
what denomination we are. Being part of
Soma Communities, my answer is “non-denominational” which usually gives rise to
a confused look on their face. They will
often press for more information and at that point I try to explain Acts 29 to
them and the famous Open-Handed vs. Close-Handed doctrinal system A29 uses to
support church planters. Sometimes they
think it’s cool, but often they get angry, Presbyterians and Baptists and
Pentecostals and what-have-you all working together does NOT fly in Africa.
How did this happen? Two things I
think. When we westerners came as missionaries,
we didn’t come as one church, and in fact as the denominations in the States
tried to one-up each other with their foreign mission work, they would stamp
their denominational logo on anything they did here. Second, we didn’t recognize that Africans are
tribal; their identity is strongly linked not to who they are but what tribe
they belong to, and when many Africans became Christians, their denomination
became their new tribe. So while in
America the Baptist and Methodist church may be across the street and even
share the same parking lot, in Africa it is not unheard of for Christians to
get into a brawl or even shoot one another because they were part of the
“wrong” denomination. And before those
of you who attend non-denominational churches think you’re off the hook,
denominationalism can come in the form of “John Piperism,” “Tim Kellerism,” or any
local church member who thinks his doctrine is so rock solid that other
Christians might as well jump off the boat (not that Piper or Keller think that
but many of their followers do).
So what do we do? I think first we
pray; God is in control and I think actually it is by God’s grace that this
denominationalism is not as bad as it potentially could have become. I DO know that no missionary called by Jesus
comes with any intent of malice and really does just desire for the Gospel to
be heard and to make disciples of all nations.
I am not attempting to vilify those who packed their belongings in a
casket and blindly came to this world out of a love for the Gospel. Second I think maybe when we come to Africa
we should worry less about making sure they know it was a Southern Baptist
church and not a Presbyterian church that helped out, and focus more on the
fact that Jesus sent us and Jesus is why we are here. We need to let go of that
need we have for OUR church to be recognized for the work IT is doing, and
admit we are all just servants of Christ acting out of a unified love (not our
love but HIS).
Finally, I think we gently instruct
and show Africans that we ARE one church. Maybe the next time your church plans
a mission trip, consider teaming up with some other local churches. I’m still figuring
out what this looks like, but I’ll end with a fun story. It has been my
pleasure to spend time with a group of local pastors and church planters at the
Pastor Training Center here at the ranch. I was sitting in with them one day when
they began arguing over the denominational biases of the NIV bible. So it was
with great joy and surprise to them that I had them all turn to the preface of
their copies of the NIV and read this sentence:
“That they were from many
denominations-including Anglican, Assemblies of God, Baptist, Brethren,
Christian Reformed, Church of Christ, Evangelic Free, Lutheran, Mennonite,
Methodist, Nazarene, Presbyterian, Wesleyan and other churches-helped to
safeguard the translation from sectarian bias.”
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