Monday, July 31, 2006

The Gomez Family visiting the Midwest

We are back from Midwest Camp (in Indiana). We spent a week learning Bible inspired conflict resolution. It was insightful and instructive. So if any of you have some conflicts with us; bring it on.
We brought Pastor Alphonso home with us for a few days. Josh met him through John and Rachel Gongloch when he went to do some work projects in inner city LA in 1998. Pastor Alphonso and his family have since moved to Denver where he pastors a Hispanic church plant. Pastor loves to preach. Dare not give him microphone unless you have some time on hand. Josh and I crashed his family devotion time last night where he unknowingly, spontaneously and Spirit inspiredly taught on one of Josh's favorite scriptures. Luke 18:18-29 (the rich ruler). He commended us for selling our house and belongings and moving to Brazil. He passionatley proclaimed his church will stand behind us. It was touching and encouraging. Later on in bed I thought about how easy it is right now to press on towards Brazil. We have lots of family helping us out and friends spurring us on right now. How will I respond to God's call when I am hammock-ridden with malaria, missing my mom and dad while watching a furry taratula climb on my window screen? (btw: If you know Staci Staich have her do her impression of a tarantula, it's hilarious). I will just try to remind myself to be thankful for the screen, I suppose.
Pastor Alphonso has never been to the Midwest. He is preoccupied with all things Abe Lincoln (from watching America the Beautiful when he recieved his green card) and was overcome with wonder that Lincoln actually stayed in a home here in Tremont. He also really, really likes sweet corn. See the plate of corn on the table? Those are actually the cobs that he and Benilda finshed off, themselves! I made rhurbarb crisp last night too but he was not so keen on that.
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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

An Amish Paradise

We laughed at the obsurdity of it: exotic animals and the Amish. Who would have thought to put the two together?
Rolling Ridge Ranch, home of ostrichs, antilope, camels, elk... and Amish. In the heart of Ohio Amish country, the ranch offers horse-drawn wagon rides from which you can hand feed all varieties of hooved and horned animals. While visiting Ontario Christian Fellowship, and staying with Joel and Stacy Staich, we had the privelege of experiencing the oddity that is Rolling Ridge Ranch.
It's sometimes the things that you can't imagine together that make the best partnerships. Although quirky and strange, Rolling Ridge Ranch was probably the best "zoo" we've ever been too.
A little over a year ago, we never would have been able to imagine our family as missionaries. But in His wisdom, God is calling us. We're starting to see glimpses of what He may have in store... but it's still hard to imagine. I know that no matter how odd it might seem: the Amish and exotic animals or the Amazon and... us, God can be trusted. For He is good, He is wise and He is soveriegn.

-JTP
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Monday, July 17, 2006

Would the Real Church Please Stand Up?

We're back from Romania. Starting to settle back into things before leaving for our church's camp in a few days. It struck me the other day that our own "missionary journey" to Romania was not that far away from a more famous "missionary journey" taken by Paul in the New Testament. Paul probably did not make it as far north as modern-day Romania, but he was within a couple hundred miles of it. So, if the mandate of the church is to spread the gospel, and the church essentially started in Romania's backdoor - why are we still sending missionaries to the area 2000 years later? Above is a Greek Orthodox church, one of many that we saw while in Romania. The Greek Orthodox church considers itself, as it's name implies, the original, true church. In one sense, it is. The Roman Catholic church actually broke off from the Orthodox church, which later produced the Protestant churches. Today, a majority of Romanians belong to the Greek Orthodox faith. Many never set foot in one of the ornate, magnificent churches, outside of Christmas and Easter. The "church" as they know it has become irrelevant, a ritual you perform not a lifestyle.

Above is the church we worked with in Romania. It's a new church, only 2 years old. They meet in an unassuming building (top photo) and they do things like start a club at the local high school to hang out with students and challenge them to discuss spiritual topics, and play soccer with unbelievers every Wednesday night and then go drink beer with them and get to know them. Oh yeah, and watch the World Cup in the sanctuary (bottom photo). I guess the early church is alive and well in Romania, it just doesn't look much like a church. I bet the disciples didn't look much like the Pharisees either.
As far as sending missionaries to the same place the early church started, I guess wherever there are people that don't know him, God is going to send others to tell them. Whether that is in the backwaters of the Amazon, or the shadow of a beautiful church building...
-JTP

Monday, July 10, 2006

God Kicks Butt with a Cell Phone

Listening in on my discusion group at the camp we attended last week in Romania, you would have heard some interesting questions and reactions to the truths we were pondering...
Alex: after a disccusion on salvation which comes through faith, not works, he expressed what he was feeling by saying "I feel a relief".
Marius: after talking about another Biblical truth he blurted out, "man, I have to read this book!" (referring to the Bible)
Alex: after a discussion on how you know if God is near and how you can feel God, asked, "I feel goosebumps when we are talking, is that God?". After I assure him that it probably is God, others in the group express, "I feel God too!"
Alex: During the last night's discussion, through a translator, he expressed that he needed to get somethig off his chest, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep. He shared, "This group has meant a lot to me. I have felt a brotherhood here, we have played together, laughed together and talked about many important things. I will not forget this group."

This is my 4th trip to Romania working at evangelistic English camps. Each time I go I am more amazed at how open and eager the Romanian students are to us. We are able to establish an honest and intimate relationship with them in a matter of days. Something that would take months, if not years, with American teens.
The church we are working with is a new church, less than 2 years old. Because of that they are very evangelistic. They started a club at a high school which has been very effective in attracting students. It has mostly been a social club at this point - the leaders connecting relationally with the students. The students at our camp this year are mostly from this club. They are almost exclusively non-christian. They showed up at camp not knowing this was a christian camp, so we were a bit concerned with what their reaction would be to the christian themes, the talks and discussion groups at night. The Romanian students were a rough bunch. From the moment they arrived, it seemed the only english words they knew were obscene. One of my American students came up to me and said, "The first time I was ever offered a cigarette to smoke was on a mission trip!" I was a bit worried: how would my students respond? Are they ready for this environment? Would the Romanians be put off?
One of the students in my group this year is Marius, pictured above. Marius had been attending the club for a while, he informed our group that two months ago he was an evolutionist and didn't care much about God. Since that time one of the club leaders had given him some books that convinced him evolution was not true, and forced him to consider Christianity. He was very open with our group all week. It was refreshing and exciting to actually be able to witness and be a part of someone "working out their salvation". Romanians are shockingly open, but they are also apprehensive in committing to Christ. Unlike American teens, who seem to take decisions for Christ somewhat lightly, they seem to truly "consider the cost" of discipleship.
The discussion groups follow the evening program which includes singing and a message. The discussion questions follow the theme of the message. All week the messages build to the gospel presentation on the second to last night. Our discussion that night was good. It culminated with the group reading through a gospel tract. No one was ready to take the step that night. I was a bit frustrated. Marius expressed that he wanted to accept Christ, but he felt like he needed a "kick in the butt". I really wasn't sure what he meant. I told him this was a decision he had to make on his own. I was not going to push him, I didn't want him to do it for me. Earlier that night, Marius' brother, Dani, who was also in our group, had lost his cell phone. Dani was very upset about his cell phone. We concluded our discussion with a prayer that Dani would find his phone. With my mind spinning with a mixture of amazement at the depth of conversation and disappointment in the lack of "closure" that we experienced, I went to my room to go to bed. About a half an hour later Marius knocked on my door. As I opened the door he blurted out "God kicked me in the butt!" He went on to explain that during our prayer for Dani's cell phone he had bargained with God that if Dani found his cell phone, then he would take that as a sign that God was real, and he was really speaking to him. Marius informed me that Dani had just ran up to him and informed him he found his phone! Marius said he began to tremble and sweat - he had been kicked in the butt by God! I talked with Marius for a few minutes explaining how to pray to accept Christ (he wondered what he should do after he prayed, should he just go to bed?), I prayed for him, we hugged and he left. Later that night he accepted Christ.
We are now in Satu Mare, the hometown of the group we worked with. I ate dinner at Marius' house last night. We talked about what he thinks God wants him to change in his life. He told me he wakes up every morning and his heart is "lite". Marius is only one of many stories. What started out with questions of whether or not the Romanians were ready for the week ahead, ended up being one of the most amazing experiences I have been a part of. Not only is God's timing impecable, He can even use something as simple as a lost cell phone to bring someone to Himself.
-JTP