Out of Africa: The Journey Begins…

Proverbs 19:21 (ESV)
²¹ Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand.

There is so much to write about my trip to Liberia.  Yet I am finding it hard get everything out that has gone on inside me during my trip.  I thought one way that might help is to chronicle my trip over 2-3 posts and see where that leads me.

Three of us from our church made the trip to Liberia.  Pastor Jim, our head pastor, Charlie, an engineer to inspect a fence that was being built, and me.  My role on this trip was to escort Moses back.

Moses and I had to take a different route than Pastor Jim and Charlie.  We had to travel on Moses’ return ticket route that would take us through Chicago and a 8 hour layover.  The others had a more direct route with just a short hour layover in Frankfurt before Brussels.  The plans were to meet up in Brussels and all fly on the same flight to Monrovia.

In Chicago, Moses and I took a train downtown to kill some time.  I needed to buy an extra pair of pants for the trip so we found our way to Macy’s.  We were quite a pair walking around Macy’s carrying backpacks and a small duffel bag.  I’m sure there were plenty of security eyes following us around the store.

The trip downtown did manage to burn the layover time for us.  For me, it was a lot of walking and riding in a crowded Chicago train and not a great site seeing adventure.  To  Moses it was a blast.  He mentioned through out the trip how much fun he had on our excursion into Chicago.  His joy in the trip made the layover worth it.

From Chicago we flew directly to Brussels to meet up with Pastor Jim and Charlie.  It was a packed plane but we were able to settle in for a non-eventful flight.  I had plenty of time to read the book I had with me, Don’t Waste Your Life by John Piper.

Don’t Waste Your Life is about living your life for the glory of God.  There were some challenging chapters in this book as you can probably imagine.  One of the more challenging topics was living for the glory of God during trials and testing of your faith.  I was soon about to have the opportunity to live this challenge out.

In Brussels Moses and I found our connecting gate and started our wait for the others.  Their flight was about 2 hours behind ours.  Their flight landed on time at 10:30am.  At 11:00am Moses and I started eagerly staring down the terminal corridor waiting for our friends.

Our flight from Brussels to Monrovia was scheduled to leave at 12:30pm.  At noon, Moses and I started boarding our plane, with no Pastor Jim or Charlie in sight.

Here I was about to fly to Liberia with Moses but all by myself.  It was obvious Pastor Jim and Charlie had missed a connection somewhere.  I had no idea where and no way to find out.  My cell phone did not have international access.  As I got on the plane I prayed, “Lord, I have no idea what you have planned here but I glorify your name.”  This was a prayer of faith, not feelings.  My feelings were more like, “Lord, what are you doing here?  This is not what we had planned!”

I was not too concerned at this point.  I figured Pastor Jim and Charlie had missed a connection and would be on the next flight down.  What I did not realize at the time was that the Brussels to Monrovia flight is only every other day.  I was about to get two whole days by myself in a Liberian orphanage where the only person I knew was Moses.

There was that thought again…God wants to show me something and he wants my undivided attention.

Things got a little dicey when we arrived in Liberia.  I did not know the address or phone number for the orphanage.  Moses did, and people from the church were at the airport waiting for us, however this did not help me as I sat in the customs office by myself.  Customs officials aren’t too keen when you arrive without any idea of where you are going to visit.

Fortunately, God was good, as always.  The Customs officials eventually took pity on me and let me go.  The prayer going through my head while I waited my fate was, “to God be the glory…wherever this leads”.  Again, it’s not what I felt but it was what I prayed.

Once I made it out I found Moses and we found a bus load of orphans outside the airport ready to give Moses a hero’s welcome.  His friends were excited to have him home and excited about his new hand.  It was a great welcoming.

It was about an hour drive from the airport to the orphanage.  On the way we passed through streets that were so packed with people that traffic was often stopped trying to make it’s way through the pedestrians.  The folks I was with seemed nice enough but they were strangers nonetheless.  Here I was thousands of miles from home, by myself, and no way to call home.  It was quite an E.T. experience.

That night as I laid in a very nice guest bed, in an orphanage somewhere in Liberia, reality was creeping in on me.  I had found out by now that the others would not be arriving for two more days.  I’m by myself.  Alone in Africa.  I felt nauseous as the stress began to weigh in.  “God, what are you doing?”

Out of Africa: Behind the Scene

Revelation 21:1-4 (ESV)

¹ Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. ² And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. ³ And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. ⁴ He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

I was sitting in a small church in Maude Town, Liberia this past Sunday wondering what I would say if I was asked to speak to the congregation.  I’d been in Liberia for four days.  My head was full of thoughts, most of them disjointed.  What if they asked their American visitors to share a few words?  What should I say?  What could I say?

The thought that came to me as I was sitting there was God’s promise of a new heaven and a new earth.  This is a wonderful promise from God.  Yet to this point in my life, I’d had a pretty shallow appreciation for this promise.  After all, this current earth has not been that bad for me.  I certainly have not been in a hurry to leave it.

However, as the images of this war torn country ran through my head, I could really appreciate the beauty of this promise.  This new appreciation was much more than just seeing the tin shacks and dirt roads full of craters that made up the landscape.  It was the potential beauty that you could see behind the scenes.  In my minds eye, if I just took an eraser and erased the shacks and the garbage and the craters, what was left was a landscape that looked like a paradise.

Well, I was asked to speak to this small congregation of brothers and sisters in Christ.  I started to talk about my time with Moses and how much my family loved him and then I started crying like a baby.  I cried because I not only loved Moses but because I loved all these people.  However, these were not necessarily tears of sorrow for my new friends.  These were tears of love and tears of pride for my new found family in Christ.

I composed myself and shared Revelation 21:1-4 with the church.  I wasn’t sharing anything they did not already know.  What I was sharing was that now I know what this promise means.

There is much more to write about my trip.  Many of my thoughts are still disjointed.  I’ll share more in the days and weeks to come.

Y-IKE-S!

Hello world… We’re still hanging in there. We had one large tree come down but it landed in the driveway and missed our house. I have many co-workers that were not so lucky. Ike was not nice to the trees around here.

We don’t have any power. However, our local power company expects to have us up this week. Those further east in Conroe could be without power for 2-4 weeks.

We have one generator that we switch back and forth from the well pump to the refrigerator. It’s like camping all over again.

We thank God that we’re doing well and praying for those close by that are not doing so well. Keep the Houston area in your prayers.

Grace and peace y’all.

Tony

Hospitality, Stewardship, and Link Love

I want to thank Carol from A Second Cup for honoring me with the “I Love Your Blog” award.  I have mixed emotions about these meme-type awards.  On one hand it is an honor for someone to appreciate your blog enough to post an award for it.  On the other hand, I know through experience that it can be daunting to find additional bloggers with whom to pass on the award.

Finding other great blogs is not an issue.  I have a list of favorite blogs just from the Entrecard community alone that I follow.  The problem I’ve had in the past is finding great blogs that have not just recently been presented the same award or ones that don’t decline the award when I tell them about it for various reasons.  I had such a hard time finding enough bloggers to take the first award that I was presented that I passed on one myself the next time I was offered the privilege.

I decided this time to rethink how I think about these types of awards.  An award like this from a fellow blogger is like a neighbor bringing you a gift and telling you what a great job you’re doing in your community.  I should receive such a gift with honor and humility.  I should eagerly show hospitality by joining in the community of bloggers and pass the gift along.

1 Peter 4:8-10 (ESV)
⁸ Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins. ⁹ Show hospitality to one another without grumbling. ¹⁰ As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace:

Of course Peter wasn’t talking about the blogging community or blog awards.  However, this award is a great reminder of how God wants us to live - loving each other, sharing with each other, and building each other up.

In this spirit, I gladly recognize the seven Entrecard blogs below.  However, I want all these bloggers to know that there’s no expectation on my part that they post this award or forward it on.  Carol provided me with this “out” when she passed this award to me and I really appreciated that.  This is a free gift of on my part with no strings attached. 

If you are not familiar with these blogs I encourage you to take a peek.  They have certainly helped me as I seek the things above both on their blogs and with their contributing comments here.

A Godly Woman
Ima Blogger - Where False Doctrine Gets PWND
Random Thoughts - International Blog
Sound of a Soft Breath
Sheepleblog
Sojourn
The Plunge N2

And of course, although she does not like the recognition, if your looking for a good blog on family, home schooling, and all the joys and trials involved, I always highly recommend:
Hipp is My Middle Name

P.S. I’m supposed to include the rules for this award so here they are:

1. The winner can put the logo on his/her blog;
2. Link the person you received your award from;
3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs;
4. Put links of those blogs on yours; and
5. Leave a message on the blogs that you’ve nominated

Game Day

I took my two sons to opening day at Texas A&M on Saturday.  Another college football season kicked off this weekend.  Rabid fans all over the country have high hopes for their teams.  Everybody (but LSU fans) believes this year will be different.  This year, their team will be the last to stand, or at least not look as bad as last year.

The Aggies, like most of the larger schools, started the year off with a gimme.  A game against a smaller opponent to work out the kinks and get ready for the tougher games on the schedule.

Kyle field was packed.  Fans all clad in maroon sang praises to their team.  I think it is fair to say that many were worshipping their team.  I know, because I used to be a worshipper myself.  I’ve grown past that in my Christian walk.  I still enjoy Aggie football and enjoy the atmosphere.  But it’s just a game.

The Ags were upset by Arkansas State.  As fans, we waited patiently through the first half, expecting a blowout but barely holding the Red Wolves at bay.  We all expected that in the second half our superior size, strength, and speed would wear them out.  At the end of the fourth quarter we all shook our heads in disbelief.

As we listened to the passionate disappointment and anger of some of the fans close by, I thought of a biblical upset (at least an upset in the minds of the home crowd).  I imagined what it might have been like to a typical Baal fan when Elijah’s God, our God, trounced Jezebel’s 450 prophets of Baal.

1 Kings 18:20-40

Just before kickoff…

It is another balmy but dry fall.  Rain has not fallen in over two years.  This year will be different however.  Ahab and Jezebel have 350 returning prophets and 100 new 5-star priests this year.  This is the year we bring home the mythical national trophy of the gods for Baal.

The biggest event of the year kicks off the season.  Jezebel’s team of 450 Baal prophets are set to wipe the desert with our old God.  The God of childhood stories that a few are still silly enough to follow.  Well, today, we’ll send those small fry followers of a childhood God running for the hills as the fire of Baal falls from the sky.

I can’t believe this fool Elijah was crazy enough to schedule this opening contest.  Oh well, at least when Baal proves Elijah is living in a fantasy land, maybe we’ll get the rain we’ve been seeking these last two disappointing seasons.  This is finally our year.  I can feel it.

We’ve won the coin toss and Baal gets to strike first.  I hear we’re setting out our best bull.  That will certainly satisfy the appetite of our great Baal.  All the experts say that our prophets are ready for a big year.  This will be a great blowout victory to savor.  What a way to start the year of Baal festivities.

First quarter…

Look at the size of that beast out there on the alter.  I can feel the thunder coming in my bones.  I can almost smell the offering before the fire has even started.  Listen to the voices of our prophets call out to Baal.  Wow, the season I’ve been anticipating is in full swing.  “Go Baal! Go Baal! B-A-A-L Baal! Baal! Baal!”

Second quarter…

Ok.  Patience.  This is taking longer than I expected.  It’s the first worship festival of the season.  I guess there are still some kinks to work out in the game plan.  I’m sure our prophets will get in a rhythm soon, then watch out you pesky little Yahweh followers.

Half Time…

Listen to that guy Elijah talk his smack.  Did he really just shout out that Baal was on the toilet or asleep?  Ok guys, next half let’s wipe this guy and his so called God off the planet.

Third quarter…

This is no good.  If you let this guy Elijah hang around, he and his God will gain confidence and then there’s no telling what will happen.  Who are these bozo prophets that Jezebel has run out here anyway?  All this talk about this year being different.  Maybe we should put a few of those prophets on the alter.  Why’d we change up our priestly staff from last year anyway.  This group is worse.   What a bunch of losers! 

At least this joker Elijah has to go next.  Once we’re done laughing at his show I’m sure the judges will award us the victory.  It may not be pretty but a win is a win.

Fourth quarter…

Our prophets may not be very good today, but look what this guy Elijah is doing.  He drenched his alter with water.  In fact the trench around the alter is full of water.  Why did we even schedule this event against this small time, childhood God worshipping nobody.  We should only do these events against the Egyptians and Babylonians.  If you want to be the best, you have to beat the best.

What’s that guy down there chanting now?  How can his God hear one lone voice.  450 of the best prophets in the land could not tempt our Baal to act.

“O Lord, God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, let it be known this day that you are God in Israel, and that I am your servant, and that I have done all these things at your word.  Answer me, O Lord, answer me, that this people may know that you, O Lord, are God, and that you have turned their hearts back.”

BOOOM!!!

Game over…

Wow!  That was awesome.  Forget Jezebel and her prophets.  Elijah is the man.  Yahweh is the God!  Make room for me on this new bandwagon!!!

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