Crazy Day at Komako

Daybreak refuel of P2-TMK by our pilot, Matt Allen

Daybreak refuel of P2-TMK by our pilot, Matt Allen

The day started at 4 AM as we got up and packed supplies to head over the mountain to the airstrip. Actually, it had started before that.

Lena had set up with Matt to fly to Komako to do whooping cough immunizations. Komako is where our teammates, Jason and Cherith Ottosen, will be working with national pastor Jack Naudi and his new bride Esila. Komako is just a 5-minute flight from Kanabea–or it is a hard all-day hike over extreme mountainous terrain. We had heard that there was a serious outbreak of whooping cough there, so we thought it would be a good outreach to help demonstrate the Gospel to the people of Komako.
Kids at Komako

Kids at Komako

The plan was to fly Lena, Jack (Have you seen the “Jack’s Story” video? Yeah, we travel with a movie star), and me to Komako on the first flight. Then Matt would make a run back to Kanabea, down to Kerema, back to Kanabea, back to Komako with Jason Ottosen–and then fly us home. We were supposed to be on the ground in Komako about 2-2 1/2 hours. We left the house at 5 AM, and took off at 6:30 AM.
High winds buffeted the plane as we took off from Kanabea (our present airstrip, not the one Matt is building). For me, it was scary. It is a short flight to Komako; but being bounced around like we were, I wondered where in the world we could land in such a wind. Keep in mind these are not one-mile-long asphalt runways; they are short grass and dirt strips on the sides of mountains. And the wind wants to blow you anywhere but where you want to go.
I’ll skip the flight story; I’d probably just embellish it anyway. We made it safely–albeit bouncingly–to Komako. Matt was able to take off again in a short time, but I shook pretty badly for a few minutes. Lena and Jack never missed a beat; by 7 AM they were seeing patients on the small front porch of the house belonging to the government leader of Komako.
Take your vaccine!

Take your vaccine!

I'll take my vaccine!

I’ll take my vaccine!

Whooping cough immunizations

Whooping cough immunizations

Fast forward 9 hours…Lena had seen 159 patients by herself. 87 cases of whooping cough (active!). 147 total immunizations. Jack spent the whole day translating for us.

Line at the end of the day

Line at the end of the day

And in answer to prayer, the wind died down at around 3:30 pm. Lena and I were prepared to spend the night at Komako. OK, we weren’t, because we didn’t bring a sleeping mat or a blanket…but we had psyched ourselves up to that’s what needed to be done. No worries. Be flexible.

Meanwhile, Matt had finished all his flights (except coming back to Komako). Winds were too bad, so he parked the plane and went all the way back over the mountain to the house. We started communicating again around 1:30, and around 2:30 PM we both saw the winds were dying down. Amazing answer to prayer! He got Jason, they flew to Komako with nary a windy bump compared to the morning flight. And we got onboard and flew the 5 minutes back to Kanabea. We closed up the plane, put the remnants of Lena’s travel clinic supplies into the Kawasaki Mule, and headed home.
I think I’m still shaking inside. Lena was amazing…took one break in 9 hours. The people just kept coming, and coming, and coming. No lunch, but that’s normal here. Only one sip of water. Ha. We’re nuts, that’s all there is to it. We could never have planned it this way, and would have been terrified if we had seen it coming. Now we’re praying that Jack and Jason will have some time to sow seed on top of the demonstration of the Gospel that was poured out today.
Jack & Esila Naudi

Jack & Esila Naudi

Jack will commissioned by Kotidanga Baptist Church on next Sunday (March 10). He will be the first missionary sent out by the church that Matt planted back in 2004. This national church is going to support him for the equivalent of $75 USD per month. We’re all excited, and we consider it a blessing to have seen the place our teammates are moving to.

Jason, Cherith, & Grace Ottosen

Jason, Cherith, & Grace Ottosen

Yeah, it was a crazy day at Komako. But maybe we helped lay a small part in the foundation of the ministry that will follow. Pray for Jason, Jack, and their families as they begin this new venture soon.

 

 

Would Your Ministry Impact an Atheist?

Imagine winning part of a debate with an atheist, or at least getting him to concede you had a point.

Matthew Parris, a self-avowed confirmed atheist, returned to Africa after 45 years and found that it just wasn’t the good that the missions and faith-based organizations had done. It was the actual belief in God that had transformed the people. He wrote:

It inspired me, renewing my flagging faith in development charities. But travelling in Malawi refreshed another belief, too: one I’ve been trying to banish all my life, but an observation I’ve been unable to avoid since my African childhood. It confounds my ideological beliefs, stubbornly refuses to fit my world view, and has embarrassed my growing belief that there is no God.

Now a confirmed atheist, I’ve become convinced of the enormous contribution that Christian evangelism makes in Africa: sharply distinct from the work of secular NGOs, government projects and international aid efforts. These alone will not do. Education and training alone will not do. In Africa Christianity changes people’s hearts. It brings a spiritual transformation. The rebirth is real. The change is good.

And of all things, this quote from the Times Online is posted on RichardDawkins.net. Not quite the place you’d expect a promotion of Christian influence!

Which leads me to encourage you to become engaged in your society. Too long we’ve given place to the world and its influences, allowing the world to go on its eat-drink-and-be-merry way. I’m a conservative, Independent Baptist; but I’m the first to admit that we can be so conservative that we don’t read outside our circles nor think outside our training nor fellowship outside our own. We got so separated that some became inbred and introspective. We forgot the part about being salt and light in our world. We’re afraid to be part of our community. We say they don’t like us, but it’s human nature to distrust the unknown. The reality is that we left them.

Would that it could be said of us, as Parrish writes again about his experience in Africa:

The Christians were always different. Far from having cowed or confined its converts, their faith appeared to have liberated and relaxed them. There was a liveliness, a curiosity, an engagement with the world – a directness in their dealings with others – that seemed to be missing in traditional African life. They stood tall.

Let’s be different. Let’s be the ones who reach our communities by being part of them. Though they may not like our faith, they will nonetheless have to say that it works. And just maybe it might bring them to meet Jesus.

Engaging the Unengaged

Unengaged. Unreached. Unevangelized. Untouched.

Those are missions buzzwords. Want to stir up the crowd at the next conference? Make certain you use one of these words. Christians are stirred when they think of people who are un-something. I mean, let’s touch the untouched! Let’s evangelize the unevangelized! Let’s work harder to reach the unreached! It’s our job to engage the unengaged!

No matter where you live in the world, there is someone near you to be “engaged.” Informing the uninformed, telling the untold; however you put it, we should be busy telling the Gospel story.

How often we go out into our communities with our pack of tracts, our Bibles, our invitations, our flyers…our things about “us.” Problematically, our brand of touching/reaching/evangelizing/engaging works best on those who have a mindset like our own. And let’s be honest: There aren’t many like “us” out there. 

Looks like there’s another group who really needs to be engaged; that’s “us.” We’re not being engaged by our society, by our culture, by our own people. And we make excuses about it. You know, “People can’t take preaching any more. They don’t listen like they used to. You can’t get into their homes.” If we aren’t careful, we go all the way out to, “It’s the last days, nobody’s gonna listen. Signs of the times! Better button up the bunker, Bertha!”

I know plenty of men and women who serve the Lord and find ways to win people to Christ. But to them, people are not targets. People are not simply converts, the scalps you count from your evangelistic efforts on Thursday evening or Saturday morning. They are people. Hey guys, Jesus came for people. He came to engage them, evangelize them, reach them, and touch them! Yes, I know, it takes time. It takes investment. It will cost you, whether from your wallet or your calendar or your soul.

We need to be engaged by our communities. We need to be involved. Get out into your community and show compassion. Find ways to show the light of the Gospel, and you’ll find ways to share the love of Christ. Good deeds are okay! You won’t lose your salvation just because you do something good. It won’t weaken your belief that you are saved by grace through faith. It will put you out there with people. Make yourself approachable. Have your neighbors over to the house, and just be good to them. Listen to them. Soon enough, you’ll bear their pains with them, and pray for them, and pray with them. And Jesus will become real to them through you.

Let’s engage the unengaged, starting with ourselves.

The Holidays are So Stressful!

Those words seem so out of place in our remote area of PNG. No shopping, no hustle and bustle, no last-minute-buying, none of the things that stress out our friends in the West.

Here in PNG it is Christmas Eve. The clinic is closed today and tomorrow, except for emergencies. Lena and her nurse co-worker, Rachel Schellenberger, had agreed to see a couple of young burn victims for dressing changes and a snakebite victim for follow-up. Nothing much for our dear nurses to handle.

Lena & Rachel

Lena & Rachel

We’re blessed to live next door to our son and his family. The only family tradition we have here is Christmas Eve dinner at our house. Lena has been looking forward to it for a long time. And hey, the clinic is closed! Plenty of time to prepare the dinner. Piece of cake.

Then comes the note scrawled on scrap paper. A new mother is having complications in birth downriver from our place. Lena and Rachel headed down to assist. For them, it was fairly routine: the birthing mom is outside on the wet ground, downhill from the house; the baby arrives with the cord around the neck–twice; then there’s the post-delivery duties every delivery room nurse knows about. Except for doing it in the mud.

Newborn in a string bag

Newborn in a string bag

All is finished; new mom and baby are doing well, so Rachel and Lena come home. And Lena cleans up and prepares Christmas Eve dinner. Just in time.

Yeah. She’s wonder woman. And we’re blessed. For us, the holidays aren’t really that stressful.

Maria's snakebite improving

Maria’s snakebite improving