The simplicity of doing without

About once a quarter we have a leadership training workshop called a TLC.  Leaders from city churches and interior churches all come together and receive training in areas such as small group leadership, leading worship, children's ministry, new membership classes, etc.  What makes this workshop different is the setting.  

Agua Preta is a community where we have had a church for several years.  Throughout that time, we have also developed a crude training center on site.  The structures include a pavilion in which to hang a hammock, a shack for cooking, and a few mango trees which serve as protection from the Amazon sun.  The lack of electricity (except for a generator we brought for showing a film), running water, or any other modern convenience makes this a memorable setting for a workshop.  

Mealtime 

 

 One group meets in an abandoned home.

 

But I am constantly impressed with the Brazilians ability to take what is available and make it work.  Sure, it was a bit inconvenient to walk down to the river in the dark to wash my dishes and the heat was oppressive at times during the day, but nothing a dip in the cool river didn't help.  

I think at times we convince ourselves that we need much more than we really do, leading to attitudes of self-entitlement and privilege.  It would have been nice to enjoy all the amenities of a modern conference center, but there's also something to be said for the simplicity of doing without.  

A class project

Allison, Josh, Zeca, Rómolu, Patrícia, Carlinha and Ronaldo, the church planter from Altamira that has been working in Surubim.

In some previous posts I have written about our church plant in Surubim, a remote community about 4 hours from Altamira. I just got back from a trip there. This time, however, I used the experience as a practical learning experience for the training group I have been working with. Our group has been meeting together for a few weeks now, talking about missions and what it would be like for them to live in a community for 3-6 months and disciple the leaders. We learned some teaching material, and then went on this trip to apply what we learned.


Surubim was an ideal location because all of them had been there before and knew the main leader, Zeca. Also, recently a woman named Carlinha moved to the community from one of our churches in Altamira, and more importantly she had been through some leadership classes and involved in leading a small group in Altamira. She is excited about helping out and has been holding a small group in her home since arriving in Surubim this summer. Zeca has been through some leadership material already, but still feels a bit nervous about leading a meeting on his own. We hoped to encourage both of them and to help them logistically plan for how to move forward.

We arrived Sat. and took the afternoon to visit with Zeca, Carlinha and some other potential leaders. We explained that we wanted to meet with all of them on Sunday morning to begin training them as a group.

One of the logistical problems with this area is that the people are spread out over a large area. The people work all day and it is usually dark or getting dark by the time an evening meeting would start. A long walk through a dark jungle path, often in the rain, is difficult. That any one shows up at all is a testament to their desire to meet together. The distance between Zeca's house and Carlinha's is about 4 miles. We took a group from Zeca's house to Carlinha's small group, but we realized that it was going to be too far to expect them to go that distance when we weren't there to give a ride.

On the road to Carlinha's house from Zeca's.

Carlinha's small group, meeting outside her house

Carlinha is going to be a great asset to the fledgling group of believers in Surubim. We are hoping to help Zeca start his own small group which will meet weekly at his house, and then once a month the two groups can meet together for a larger church service.

Sunday morning, Allison, Rómolu, Patricia and I met with the leadership group, or at least what we were thinking would be leadership. In reality, when a group congregates out in the bush, it is normal for neighbors to just stop by and hang for a bit. So included in our meeting were several people who just happened come by, some not even believers yet. So they stayed and listened. We had prepared a lesson on how to study the bible, each of the three took a section of the material to teach. Next month we are going back and will be teaching about how to lead a home group. Up until this point the visits to Surubim had been primarily evangelistic, with several believers in the community it is now time to begin releasing them to meet on their own. For me, this is one of the most encouraging steps for a church plant, watching them begin to walk together in faith and taking those first few steps on their own.

Playing it safe

-post by Brin

My children arrive home after an afternoon of Brazilian school around 6:00pm, and with about another 30 minutes of daylight, Ava and Mia usually run to the street to find their neighborhood friends who also just returned home. I pity the neighborhood boys. This group of girls, sometimes as many as a dozen of them, rule the street. Or at least the portion between my house and my neighbors house 20 meters away. They patrol their turf with scooters from my garage and then whatever else they might find around. Adults would call it trash or yard refuse, but they call it a Barbie car, a bowl of rice or whatever they need to fit into their imaginative play. That is the part I like. Josh and I have often been impressed with the ingenuity we see among Brazilians friends (at least for Altamira, I can’t speak for the rest of Brazil) and I see that same trait come out in the children as well. I like that my children do not need a drawer of dolls and their plethora of accessories to play house. They would probably like it, and they do have some, but they have learned to play and have fun with simple things. I see their minds at work when they make up a game with a jump rope and bucket of dried açai berries. I really like it for one thing because I am a homeschooling mom, and hey, they are doing some of my work for me.

So clearly I will need to admit, I have found my children playing with trash. This leads to conversations about what sort of garbage they should leave alone, such as tin cans, cigarette butts and diapers. And then which trash can be used for play (am I really saying this?). I would probably give a go to an empty butter container that has a string attached so it can be floated. Which leads to another conversation about what sort of water is ok to play with. Yes to buckets that you make yourself and no to the gray water run-off from the neighbor uphill, however alluring that greenish, odorous little river running next to the sidewalk is to my children. During heavy rainfall, the drainage ditches fill with a swift current of water. Once I let my girls out to play in the rain with their friends and when I checked on them they were splashing around in gray water. I bee-lined it to the group and busted out admonishments about the filth of the water and how prone they all were to diseases like diarrhea and skin infections. They stared at me wide-eyed as I confirmed what the neighborhood girls already knew, that the American mom is weird. I think my girls wonder why I must complicate their play to the degree I do. I consider it too, because sometimes it is a lot of work for me. It would be much easier if I just kept all the kids entertained within the confines of my clean, safe yard. And I do, often. But sometimes, they are just too noisy. And sometimes, they are rougher with some of my girls’ belongings than I have taught them to be, as in throwing a Bitty Baby doll into the mango tree. Sometimes, they are frustratingly disobedient and disrespectful. However, what it really comes down to is the value I see in my girls learning from their Brazilian counterparts and gaining some of those traits that I find so desirable. So yup, my kids get parasites more than your kids do. And I still do not know my neighbors well enough to let my children have more than 5 minutes of unsupervised play. Not that my neighbors aren’t friendly, it is just that so many people come and go I never am really sure who lives there. That requires close tabs and fragmented email writing. For now, I think the extra effort is worth it.


I love this picture of Ava as Captain Hook. The beauty of her play is that we were at the beach when she came up with that and so she got to play out her Peter Pan story on the boat… err ship, back home.

A new pile of sand was delivered to the neighbors today for an addition on their home. What a treat for my girls because if I do not know how long the sand has been on the street, I won’t let them play in it. It is anyone’s guess as to what critters are living in it and so it is cruelly off limits. Mia is in the foreground and happens to be playing with a dried and discarded turtle shell, the likely remnants of our neighbors’ lunch.


I am thinking about this because I am realizing what a contrast it is to my antibacterial and garbage-less neighborhood back in Illinois. If I was concerned when my kids ran barefoot across the street, it was probably for their tender soles on hot pavement, not the dog hookworm larvae or scorpions hiding the in the coconut tree trimmings. My children’s every day play comes with a risk that I simply didn’t experience in my old life. Thanks to things like childproof medicine bottles, construction codes for stair railings and that forbidding skeleton and crossbones warning on the bottles that scares away even a pre-reader. But with the risk comes the creativity, the freedom of play and the expanse of mind that might not happen otherwise or at least to that degree. And so sometimes, with a decent amount of assessment and prayer, I choose risk.


But I am just speaking of risk within the context of my parenting my girls, but I know it plays out in so many areas of my life. Do I risk inviting a 20 year old girl to live in my home for 6 months even though I met her once for maybe 5 minutes and I don’t really remember her? Should I launch a new idea that could fail as easily as it could succeed? Heaven forbid people might suspect I have the incompetence I actually do. Do I risk telling my friend about a dangerous tendency I see in her life, knowing she is sensitive and might put me at a distance? Keep in mind, it is not fun to make friends with a foreigner who speaks annoyingly slow and asks a lot of questions, so I would like to keep the friends I have, thank you very much. So how about you, do you risk telling your boss some prickly feedback knowing his thanks might not come until the day of his retirement party after you have been passed over for a promotion 3 times. Or what about the risk that comes in revealing sin, hurts and betrayals. Admitting “I am getting close to the breaking point” can be uncomfortable, but downright risky if we know someone is going to suggest we take a leave of absence from work, enter rehab, or go to counseling. Believe me, that sort of risk runs especially costly when you work under and minister with the very same people you meet for small group with later in the evening. Imagine it with me, you have fleeting doubts of God’s faithfulness and you want to share it but that means you will be sharing it with people who make decisions on your role within the ministry. See what I mean?


So why do we risk? We know we should. I think the same reason I do with my girls. We undertake risk for the prospect of maturity, opportunity of a wide-open future and the expanse of heart and soul. When are you more likely to see the unparalleled hand of God in your own life than when you make a chancy decision in faith of God’s provision? However that provision might look. If you want your life used by God that might mean having an unsafe conversation with someone. It might bring an awkward difference to your relationship but it also might make all the difference with their soul. If our finite minds could comprehend what we are missing by not venturing beyond what we know, the risk would be not risking. Zero risk can get you zero gain, God is going to do what He wants, with or without you.

Sending out

I recently read the following line in a book about missions "No one would ever dream of living in the tropics unless he were either after money or souls." (The Challenge of Missions by Oswald J. Smith). While technology has made city living in the tropics bearable, I tend to agree with that statement every time I go to the bush and experience life in a harsh reality, absent of any modern amenities such as electricity, refrigeration, lights, telephones, running water, etc. I often wonder what has driven these people to choose this difficult life? There must have been no alternative or perhaps the other option was equally bleak.

The method we have used, as a mission, is to make visits to these harsh environments, usually spending a few days each month evangelizing the area and raising up a leader. This is slow work, often complicated by illiteracy and the difficulty of transportation. I have been thinking a lot recently about a different method that I hope to help implement. Why not send a couple to live at a village, even for a short amount of time (3-6 months)? This couple could invest in a few leaders, leaving them more qualified to lead the church in our absence.

What sounds easy and straightforward on paper is not always such in reality. Reality says the local churches lack the funds to send out missionaries. Another challenge is that often the workers willing to go are young and inexperienced in ministry. I'm working with 3 Brazilians that are excited about giving this a shot. Rómulo and his wife Patrícia will be finishing up a commitment to the military in February. They don't have a lot of experience in mission work, but are very excited, willing and available. My friend Allison returned from a missionary training in August and he also is excited about moving to a village and applying some of the training that he received.

I've started a weekly meeting with the three, hoping that we can better prepare them for this venture. We've started reading through "Peace Child" by Don Richardson, which recounts the story of the Gospel coming to a headhunting, cannibalistic, stone-aged tribe in Irian Jaya. I remember reading the book when I was in high school and first became interested in missions. I think about how my romantic dreams of mission-life have changed over the years. I don't want to temper their enthusiasm, yet desire to prepare them for the sacrifices that will be required of them for such a calling.

Even though they certainly don't fully understand to what they are committing, it's exciting to see young people willing to go, not for the promise of riches, but for the fruit of souls.

Rómulo and Patrícia

Allison

sand, birds and a wedding

We are back. While it was a dusty 14 hour ride on the way to Belem; the ocean, bathtub, and croissants more than made up for it. We swam, rested, read and watched movies in air conditioning. A highlight for me (Brin speaking here) was visiting Belem's version of Krogers where I was delighted to find dark mustard, turkey breast, cheddar cheese all within the ambiance of automatic doors and air conditioning. They even had a public bathroom with, wait for it......paper towels. Utterly pleasurable, I cannot even tell you. I have no pictures of it, what was I thinking?! I do have some pictures of our other outings that I believe were more memorable for the rest of the family. We picked my mom and dad up at the airport and spent a few days exploring Belem. The open air market on the banks of the river, a zoo, a heron park and of course Pizza Hut at the mall.

Mom and the girls at the Praça da Republica.
It was hot and the chilled coconuts refreshing.

Our girls preferred searching for random rocks,
shells and even trash to decorate the sand castle that their dad built.

The giant lily pads at the zoo.

At the bird sanctuary.

more pictures of Belem here

We traveled back as planned. I don't want to make much mention of the journey back since it reveals what a priss I might be. I will just say, the plane ride brought me into my house only 10 minutes before Josh's journey of dust and my day poolside was lovely. My mom and dad pretty much jumped into our lives. One of the things they were able to experience with us was Alpha Circles, the Friday night English groups that I lead. I did a talk on contentment. It ended up being one of those (many) times where you give a message but really you are just preaching to yourself.

Cleide translating while I speak in English. There were times in the past where I tried to translate for myself. That was a disaster.

Oooooh, and another big event; Sheyla and Leandro's wedding! Both of them were my former English students that turned into friends. Long ago Sheyla asked Mia and Ava to be her "damas de honra", the Brazilian version of a flowergirl. With enthusiasm, both accepted. However, a few weeks ago Ava evidenced a painful case of stage fright during the Conferencia de Milagres when she refused to dance only seconds before her group was called out. Ella was mortified to be left partnerless. Now, a couple weeks later, Ava's stage fright paid off for Ella in the end when Ava gave up her flower-girl dress. Ella was overjoyed to take it. The wedding was beautiful. It was fun to watch Sheyla throughout the ceremony, remembering some of my lunch dates with her where she interrogated me about marriage. We laughed a lot realizing how much Sheyla and I are alike and how much Josh and Leadro are as well. Many times I left my outings with her asking God to guide her because I knew I certainly did not have marriage all figured out. And really, we are on the same path together, pointing each other towards God.

Ella and Mia.
When I asked Mia what her favorite part of the wedding was, she said when Sheyla and Leandro kissed. About 2 months ago, Ava fell asleep at a wedding, she awoke to everyone clapping when the couple kissed and she was mad at me for not waking her up for the kiss.

Josh and I were padrinhos. Which I would explain as part bridesmaid/groomsmen part role model/Godparent.

Another beautiful part of the wedding was that Sheyla wore a dress given by Josh's cousin Katie (Pflederer) Roth. The gown is in the wedding circuit for other brides in our church to borrow. Also, the girls' tiaras came from their friends Anna and Alia Porritt. It was rather endearing to have a little piece of home play a part in such a meaningful weekend.

See more photos of the Sheyla & Leandro, Chelsea catching the bouquet, Denise singing and other friends

the little things that make a good vacation

I (Josh) originally wrote this post last week when we got back from Belem. Our internet was down for several days after I thought I posted it, come to find out it was never posted. So, here it is, a week later...

It's funny how little things can make a big difference. Air conditioning in our truck, for example. Without it you have to keep the windows down to keep from suffocating in the equatorial heat. But during the dry season the dust is so bad, in places it is like driving through snow. On our trip back from Belem, we passed one hill where a semi-truck was uselessly attempting to climb a dust covered hill (surprising, dust can be as slick as snow). Two more trucks waited to descend and a third was waiting nervously to take his run. We easily maneuvered around them, safely and dust-free in our air conditioned truck.

The funny thing was our air conditioner had recently gone out, not during our trip but a week earlier. After 3 return trips to the mechanic it was fixed, each time I was thinking "I hope this doesn't happen on our way to Belem". Our air conditioning functioned fine the whole way there and back. I have to think God was watching out for us.

Another little occurrence the day after we returned got me thinking again. After running some errands on my motorcycle I returned home to find a flat tire on the truck. It seems it somehow held up through all the bouncing and banging around on the TransAmazon, but sitting in my garage was too much for it. Sure, I could have changed the tire in 95 degree heat and 3 inches of red dust, but I'm sure glad I didn't have to.

We enjoyed a week at the beach as a family, and 3 days in Belem with Brin's parents. Brin and her mom flew back Sunday night, Larry (Brin's dad), the girls and I arriving 10 minutes after they did, after 14 hours on the road. Thanks to all of you who have been praying for our time away. It seems God worked in many little ways to make our time relaxing.


Two years ago, before we went to Belem the first time, we had promised to take Ella to the butterfly house as a reward for a school assignment, only to find out that it was closed. After Brin somehow explained the situation the staff allowed Ella to enter alone, for about 5 minutes. This time around it was open and we all enjoyed it together.

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Off to the coast

Tomorrow we are leaving for a much needed and anticipated vacation. We'll be driving to the coast, a few hours to the east of Belem, and staying at the beach there for a week. Then we will pick up Brin's parents, who are flying into Belem. We'll stay a few days there until finally Brin and her mom will fly to Altamira and I will drive home with Brin's dad and the girls.

Travel on the TransAmazon Highway is always adventurous. It'll be about 600 miles, and should take in the neighborhood of 18 hours. This time of year, washouts and mud are not the problem, but with the dryer weather comes dust. The dust can make the roads slick, as well as eliminating visibility if you get stuck behind a truck or bus. Hopefully our next post will be more about our time at the beach, rather than the adventure it took to get there.

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São Felix and Beyond

Following is a video of my trip to São Felix. As I elude to at the end of the video, it can be quite a process to understand the needs of a certain region. How exactly should we define whether or not a community is remote? Or what if it already has a church, but it is not reaching unchurched people? Does that mean that community is unreached? These are difficult questions, but ones that need to be wrestled with as our work here expands and we look to where the most need is.

Enjoy the video, and pray with us as we explore where the Lord may be calling our family.

São Felix do Xingu

Our group at the riverfront in São Felix: Josh, Fransisco, Aline, Clyde and Allison

I confess, August truly was a pathetic month for blog posts. Nothing excuses the poor showing of 2 whole posts. Let's hope for a better September...

Meanwhile, I (Josh) just got back from a trip to São Felix with Clyde, a fellow missionary who hopes to move to São Felix in the next year. It was a long journey; 12 hours on a bus... 8 hours in a car... 4 days in a boat... 6 hours in a car... 8 hours in a car... 15 hours on a bus. I'm working on a video that I will hopefully have done in the next few days (actually so far I have just been thinking about working on it).

Until then, here are some pictures:

The main reason for the trip was to get a better picture of the need for churches in the area around São Felix, we decided to explore the Xingu River for 4 days. In a rented boat, we traveled downstream, stopping occasionally to talk to people along the way.

One of the things that struck us was the lack of houses on the river. There seemed to be much more people living inland, possibly due to the popularity of the cattle industry in that region.

Talking to the people along the river gave us a better sense of the need for churches, where the majority of the people lived, as well as a feel for their economic needs. In the above picture we talk with a man who is making a dugout canoe. His daughter lead us through a jungle trail to where he had felled the tree and was busy hollowing out the canoe.

Our boat captain, with one hand on the rudder control and the other on a string which lead to the throttle control. The motor was out of a truck , including the transmission, and had to be stopped by ducking below into the engine room and moving the shifter into neutral.

Each of the three nights on the river we found islands to sleep on. Our hammocks with mosquito nets served us well, except for the one night when we had a rain storm. We all ended up sleeping in the boat that night, and didn't get much sleep.

Allison and I enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning.

Allison, Clyde and I sit on top of the boat as we arrive back at São Felix.

Internet, natural remedies and a trip

I must beg your pardon for the lack of posting. We've been slowly getting back into the swing of things. Not a lot of news worthiness... but here are a few things we've been up to:

• About a year ago a fiber optic internet cable was brought into Altamira, and with it the promise of a new era in the sad saga that is Altamira internet. For those of you that don't know, we've learned to live with dial-up speed (remember 14.4K speen? That's a good day), oh they call it high speed, but then oversell the servers and everybody slows down to a crawl. Anyway, the high speed (real high speed) via the fiber optic line was first offered just to government agencies and schools. The NGO that our mission runs was told they would soon receive the service as well (this was back in February). After a looooooooong wait, we now have high speed. It's almost as if I blocked out of my memory how enjoyable it could be to use the internet, but now I'm actually opening more than one page at a time and am able to, can you believe it, WATCH VIDEO (can you believe Charlie bit his finger??? I mean come on... that's hilarious!). Part of me is saying this is all too good to be true, but for now we're open for business. Please send all cheesy videos and large forwarded emails via Brin.

• Speaking of Brin, she's been fighting a bit of a sinus infection/lung congestion, it may be a new strain of the swine flu, but don't worry, we were given a natural Amazonian concoction that was given to her by a friend. It may or may not include tree bark and very small rocks. Decide fro yourself...

• I (Josh) will be leaving on Sunday (Aug. 23) for an 8 day trip to a new area where our mission plans to open a new base. The town of São Felix is about 300 miles south of Altamira on the Xingu River. It has access to a lot of remote areas by river and roads. I will be going with Clyde Berquist, another missionary, who plans to move to São Felix by the end of this year. We will be traveling down the Xingu, towards Altamira, trying to get a feel for the population that lives along the river and the potential need for churches in that area.

Here is a map of our planned journey:

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Here is a video Clyde made on a recent trip to the area:

a long time coming

Sony and Abi arriving at the airport

After some canceled flights and confusion (which is becoming much too normal for our visitors), Sonya and Abi (Josh's sister and niece) finally arrived last Friday. Abi and Ella, having lived a block away for several years, have always been very close. Abi started talking about wanting to visit since we first talked about moving to Brazil. So this opportunity has been a long time coming. The girls have been busy chasing geckos, writing the script to a movie they plan on making, opening a store to sell various homemade items, and doing a lot of giggling. Meanwhile, the adults have enjoyed just catching up with each others lives.

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giving biblically

One of the defacto roles that we have experienced here in Brazil has been that of philanthropist (ok, maybe that's a stretch, but it sounds good). Shortly after our arrival here I blogged about how we are able to pass on some of the funds that are donated to us to people that are in need. Since those early observations, we've grown and learned a lot about how we can best help the people in need around us. The numerous Biblical commands and admonitions to help the poor sometime seem to stand in stark contrast to the reality that giving to people in need often robs their dignity and breeds dependency. What was meant to help them often ends up hurting them in the long run.

Like so many things in this life, there is a balance to living out the Biblical mandate to help those in need. We are to give freely, but not indiscriminately. When our hearts break at the condition of some poor soul, we should not just write a blank check, but neither should we walk callously by, saying to ourselves "they'll just buy booze with my money anyway...". So the question becomes not should I help, but how. And this is a question for which there is no easy answer.

The reality of our situation is that we are here to help the local church. The other day I was asked by a friend of mine if I would help with the cost of transportation to a village where a group was going to have an outreach. He was in charge of planing this mission trip for a leadership class at our church. As is the case so many times, many of the students didn't have the money to go. A couple years ago I probably would have just said "sure, how much will it cost?". Instead, I asked for more details and told him to try and make it work first. A few days later he had worked it out, I did end up giving a little bit to help with food, but those that couldn't afford the fee also contributed some food to help offset the price.

I remember a scene from the movie "Dances with Wolves" in which Kevin Costner's character sees how the indian tribe, which he has befriended, is in a position of weakness. A neighboring tribe is about to attack and they are concerned that they will suffer many loses. Costner's character suddenly remembers that he has something that will help them, guns and ammo back at his fort. He excitedly tells them about his stash, before thinking through all of the ramifications. I've often found myself in this position, whether it is planning a youth group event, a mission trip to a remote village, or helping someone afford a much needed medical procedure, I often have resources that will help. But sometimes the best thing to do is let them find a solution to the problem on their own.

So instead of just reacting by extending a fist-full of dollars, we are trying to be more creative with the ways we help. This process of helping, truly helping, becomes one in which the leading of the Holy Spirit is integral.

Thanks to all of you that support us financially and make it possible to bless others. Please pray that we would have wisdom as we seek to not only alleviate some of the suffering we see, but ultimately lead them to the One that can provide true hope and relief.

-posted by Josh

water fun

We packed a lot in the last week of my parents stay here. They leave this morning, after 3 weeks of sharing our lives and hanging out with the grandkids. We're sorry to see them go, but ready to get back into more of a routine.

Here are a few pictures from a boat trip we took and a day-trip to a waterfall...

Waterfall:

Boat Trip:

Dad sharing at a church service at Agua Preta, Cleide interprets.