After our first two days of ministry in Nau-Aib, we would now do the same program again with a church in a location called Vyf Rand. Having already been through it once before, this time the program was on point. The team was exciting and engaging, they were loud and jumping around with the kids, and everything went very smoothly. Once again, our themes were gospel on the first day, and mission on the second day.
Starting off with some game time
Games with the smaller kids
Around 160 kids came to our holiday club
Teaching our memory verse
Now can you recite it?
Teaching the Bible story of Philip and the Ethiopian
Small group with the younger girls
Small group with the younger boys
Small group with the older boys
Trying to keep those littlest ones occupied!
The first afternoon we split up into groups of 3 and were walking through the streets, visiting whoever was home. We would chat with them, and try to share the gospel if they were open to it, or just ask how we could pray for them. At one house, I was sharing the gospel with two ladies in English and could tell they weren't understanding very well. Then one of our other teammates came over (who is also one of my students at NETS) and she began sharing with them in their local language. She connected with them immediately and was so dynamic and engaging. I had no idea what she was saying, but I thought this is exactly why I am here, to train up those people who are cultural insiders who will communicate the gospel far better than I ever could!
The other afternoon we went to visit the dump site. There are a number of children and others who hang out there. They live in the nearby informal settlements and spend the day at the dump scrounging through other people's trash to see if there is anything valuable or edible. When we first arrived they ran after our bus to see what we were going to throw away. So we piled out and tried to engage the young crowd. Some of our team struck up conversations, others joined in with those kicking around a soccer ball. Some of the people, when they realized we weren't giving anything away, lost interest and walked off. Others were a bit more willing to listen. Just before we left we gathered in a big circle to pray, with somebody praying in each of the local languages. More than anything, the experience was very impactful for our team members. Some commented how they realized how privileged they really are. Others were struck by one injured boy who's mom had gotten drunk and poked him in the eye. They were heartbroken when he said that kind of thing happens regularly.
At our devotional around the fire that evening one of our ministry partners reminded us of one of the chief characteristics of Christ's ministry, compassion. Matthew 9:36 says, "When He saw the crowds, He had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd." She encouraged us to open our eyes and see what's happening around us and have a Christlike compassion. That passage goes on to say, "The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few." This trip was a challenge to our team members to take up that call and be one of those laborers.
Read the final post in the Teen Mission Namibia series here.
The Teen Mission Namibia series starts with the Boot Camp post.
We awoke with great expectation and a little anxiety. After a few days of intense training during Boot Camp, we would now spend our next days putting into practice what we had learned. In the mornings we would be running a kid's holiday club. Some of our participants had never worked with children's ministry before. Some had never shared the gospel before. So many on our team would be forced outside their comfort zones.
When we first arrived at the Samaritan's Network community center in Nau-Aib location there were maybe 30 kids getting hands sanitized as they entered the hall. That number quickly grew to over 160 kids! Our theme for the first day was gospel focused, helping them understand that we are saved by trusting in Jesus and not our religious works. Our memory verse for the day was an abbreviated version of Eph 2:8. The team also led some songs, taught the Parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector from Luke 18:9-14, and planned a drama along the same theme. Then we broke down into smaller groups by age and each of our team members took a group. This way we could make sure they understood the lesson and they could ask any questions they had. Then we closed off with some fun games in the smaller groups.
Teaching the kids about the gospel
Acting out the Parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector
The team doing their drama
One of the younger girls small groups
One of the boys small groups
By the second day our numbers grew to about 200 kids. This day our theme was mission, about how we are now called to go share the good news of Jesus with others. Our memory verse was Isaiah 6:8 when the prophet told God, "Send me!" Our Bible story for the day was about Philip and the Ethiopian from Acts 8:26-40. Then the team had another drama organized to go along with this theme.
The kids enjoying some songs
Little girls small group
Not such a "small" group with these boys!
One of the coolest developments at this location was the teen girls small group. One of our adult volunteers works as a correctional officer in the prisons. One of our other team members acted like a talk show host, interviewing her about her story of growing up, the challenges she went through, and some of the things she sees in her line of work. This really connected with those teen girls, many of whom are living through similar stories and challenges right now. That volunteer mentioned how she looked at one girl in the group and saw herself. It made her heart reach out to those girls and gave her a desire to use her story to continue helping other young girls as well.
In the afternoon, one of the ministry volunteers took us deep into the informal settlements to a location called "Illegal" because the families aren't actually allowed to build their shacks there. There was no water or electricity because the area is not town maintained. Those who do go to church would have to walk a very long way to get there, so we brought the church to them! We split up into groups of 3 and visited different families in their homes, praying for them and encouraging them with the word of God.
Then each day after dinner we would gather around the campfire to sing some worship songs, have an evening devotional, and debrief our days events. This was the opportunity for our team to share their experiences and what God was teaching them through it. In these first few days, many commented how they had been stretched out of their comfort zone, but how it was good, and showed them they could do more than they thought. Good thing, because over the next two days we would be doing the same program again at a different location.
Read the next post in the Teen Mission Namibia series here.
December 12 was a day that we had been planning and praying for since the beginning of the year, and now it was finally here. It was time for Teen Mission Namibia! The staff had gone to Elim Training Center the night before for a little orientation and prep. Then the morning of the 12th we met up at the bus station with the six participants who had committed a week of their Christmas holiday to participate in God's mission. Team members ranged from 18-24 yrs old, and came from various towns and churches around Namibia. But all were coming together to grow in their relationship with God and be equipped and impassioned for mission.
Our first two days were spent in training and preparation, what we were calling "mission boot camp." We began by making sure everyone had a solid grasp of the gospel. So in our first session we unpacked what it means to trust in Christ alone for a restored relationship with God. That word alone is very important because it means we're not trusting in our religious activities or family history or tradition. We also discussed how trusting Christ means directing our lives after Him. Being a Christian is not just "fire insurance" for the afterlife, but it's a whole new way of living, progressively uprooting sin from our lives and pursuing Christlikeness.
Our second session was all about God's mission in the world. We looked at the biblical story of how God has been gathering a people who joyfully worship and glorify Him. God's relationship with Israel in the OT was to demonstrate His glory to the rest of the world. Now in the NT, His followers are sent out to the ends of the earth to go make more joyful worshippers of God. Even today there are still around 3 billion people in the world who have no access to the gospel of Christ, so it will take pioneering missionaries to go to them to share the gospel for the first time.
Other sessions included training in how to share the gospel with others, how to write your testimony, and how Christian social work fits into missions. We had a guest speaker come in and share his story of getting paralyzed in a car accident, and teach us how we can use our stories to point others to the gospel. Our schedule also included daily personal devotional time, as well as meeting together in small groups. Our mission during the week would include organizing a children's Bible club, so we also spent time learning games and planning dramas in preparation for that.
Practicing some games for our kids club
Classic wheelbarrow race!
"Fill the bottle" is an old favorite here
Small group time
Morning workout
Personal devotion time
Practicing sharing the gospel
Our last night of Boot Camp was a bit of a commissioning service. We had a guest speaker share about some bold prayers that we hear about in the Bible. One of the most challenging prayers that struck our participants was, "Make me bold!" When the disciples were delivered from persecution, they returned to their church community and prayed, not to be delivered from persecution, but to be even more bold in sharing the gospel (Acts 4:29). As our team was about to go out and share the gospel the very next day, that was our commissioning prayer, "God, make us bold!"
Read the next post in the Teen Mission Namibia series here.
Imagine a weekend-long campout with all of your favorite people. That's about the simplest way I can describe a traditional Herero wedding. 😄 On the Friday, everybody started trickling into the bride's village throughout the day. Those on the bride's side set up their tents around the main house. The groom and the groom's guests set up their camps a little distance away. Guests are not allowed to cross over and visit those on the other side, at least not yet.
I had only arrived back in the country at about 2:30 Friday afternoon. I quickly got cleaned up, unpacked and repacked my suitcase, then was out of the house by 5:00 to go pick up my suits and those people I was giving a lift. I had no idea where we were going, so we convoyed up with another car. However, they proceeded to stop at every town along the way, and one guy even stopped to get a haircut at 9:30 at night. 🤦 We finally arrived at the village at 12:30am, but still found most people awake and chilling around the fire. In the bright moonlight, we found a nice tree next to the riverbed where we set up camp.
The first 'event' on Saturday morning was the bride's family bringing us a small cow to feed the groom and his guests. They led it with a rope tied to one of its back legs. Ordinarily I was told they just let it go and we would have to catch it, but this family was very gracious and they just handed over the rope. The guys then held it down and slaughtered it. They had gathered a certain kind of branches on which they laid out the pieces to dry before they were cooked.
Next up, we exchanged some of the meat. The bride's family brought us a rack of ribs, and we sent them back ribs with a shoulder. This is supposed to symbolize how in Genesis 2 the woman was made from a rib of the man.
At this point, all the groomsmen were told to suit up, because we never knew when the bride's family would call for us. A little while later, after they had cooked the meat, they called, so us groomsmen escorted the groom from our camp to the bride's house. We all surrounded the groom and walked very slowly with our heads down from the gate of their yard up to the front door of their house. He went inside alone and they ate the rib together. Afterward, we met him at the front door and escorted him back with the same slow walk.
By now everyone else was starting to put on their fancy wedding attire in preparation for the main event. Naturally, this provided for plenty of photo ops.
The traditional Herero dress for women incorporates both the Victorian influence of the original missionaries as well as their livestock culture. The headdress, called otjikaiva (pronounced oshi-kai-va), is patterned after cow horns. Their dresses are bulked up by many underlayers and a padding on the back side. When wearing the dress they are supposed to walk slowly, with almost a little waddle that mimics how cattle walk.
Meanwhile, the men all wear hats and carry a "stick" (a cane). The groom wears a white scarf underneath his hat to distinguish him from the other men. For the groomsmen, our sticks couldn't touch the ground all weekend.
In the Herero tradition, the bride is shut up in a room in her family's house for days before the wedding. No one actually sees her except her few attendants helping her with food and getting dressed. She even wears a thick veil over her head and she's not supposed to look at or speak with anyone. The main event on Saturday afternoon is the only time she actually comes out. She was entirely surrounded by her 18 bridesmaids. Still covered with her veil, she clung to the back of the lady walking in front of her, so still no one saw much of her. All the women stood in a crescent around the campfire singing exuberantly, while all the men sat in the shade and watched. Led by some elder ladies stomping and singing, the bridal party paraded very slowly around the fire, then returned to the house. The whole process took all of 15 minutes.
Then a few elder ladies from the groom's side came and took a piece of meat from the bride's family's pot. This symbolizes that the families are now together. Only after this are guests from each side allowed to mingle with those in the other camp.
After this, everybody just chills around their campfires, eating, drinking, dancing, smoking, playing games, or whatever they do. Then late at night, around 11pm or so, the groomsmen once again escort the groom to the bride's house. They "sneak" him into the bride's room where the two will spend the night laying fully clothed next to each other in the same bed. An older auntie or grandmother is nearby as a bit of a 'chaperone.' Then before sunrise, around 4am or so, the groomsmen go back and "sneak" him out. I put sneak in quotes because it's part of the pomp and ceremony. Everyone knows it's happening. It's part of the tradition.
Then on Sunday morning "we go get our wife." The Herero culture is more communalistic than individualistic. So the bride's family is giving their daughter to be part of the groom's family. That's why they use the plural, now she is "ours" as in, part of our family.
The whole groom's party parades over to the bride's house in their cars. Most wait outside while a small group of family members escort the groom inside the house where the elders give their last words of advice to the new couple.
As the new couple exits the house together for the first time, still surrounded with their heads down, the wife still covered in her veil against the back of a woman in front of her, now the party ensues. There is exuberant shouting, singing, and dancing as everyone crowds around them on the way back to the cars. The couple gets into the back seat of a nice truck and then we parade, honking our car horns, back to the groom's tent. And now they're married!
Now he will take her back to his family village, but for us the party is over. We pack up camp and head back home hoping to get enough sleep before Monday morning comes way too early. 😂
"I want to live like I know what I'm leaving" (lyric from Switchfoot's Awakening). Leaving is a potent reality for someone living abroad. Sometimes I am leaving the States to come to Namibia, or leaving Namibia for the States. Whichever side I am on, I'm missing out on what's happening on the other side, weddings, funerals, birthdays, reunions, etc.
That's why, when I heard that my good friend's wife suddenly passed away, I was thankful to be able to go spend some time with him. To be honest, I'm not that spontaneous of a person. I had my plan for the next 2 weeks, events to attend and class to teach. Plus, it's really far and plane tickets are expensive. But looking at my schedule, there actually wasn't that much that I would have to reschedule. And what else do we have money for if not for loving people better?! So within 3 days I had booked a flight and a rental car, got a covid test, packed a suitcase, and hopped on a plane.
I arrived at the funeral only about 15 minutes late, just in time to hear my friend share. I spent the next week basically tagging along with him and his 3-year-old son, chipping in wherever I could help. I was encouraged by how much community he had around him through church, friends, and his wife’s family. But it will still be a daunting task learning how to do life and raise their son without her.
Then after catching up with a few other friends, I went home to visit fam and enjoy New Hampshire in the Fall. Despite the primary reason for going back, it was good to be there and visit with friends and family. Little did I know, a dark cloud was about to descend on an otherwise good trip.
Meeting up with old friends
Enjoying Fall in New Hampshire
We woke up at 2:30am to drive down to Boston to catch my early flight out. As I was checking in they told me my passport needed 6 months validity in order to enter Namibia. Mine would expire in 3 months, so I couldn't board the plane. I had no idea that was an entry requirement because it had never applied to me before. So now I would need a new passport in order to go back.
Ordinarily, one applies for a passport renewal through the mail and it can take up to 14 weeks. You can pay extra to expedite and get it back within 10 weeks. Then lastly, there is an emergency travel option which can get you a day-of renewal, but the earliest appointment I could get wasn't for 2 weeks. I was supposed to be a groomsman in a wedding the next weekend, which I would now have to miss. I was devastated. This trip that was supposed to be a loving opportunity to be there for my friend would now forever be remembered for causing me to not be there for my other friend. I was frustrated at myself for not knowing that requirement, and I was frustrated with God for knowing and allowing me to get stuck in this situation anyway!
As I was depressed and sulky all Monday afternoon, I started processing these events to see what God had for me to learn through them. God doesn't always answer the 'why' question. Or sometimes we may only get a partial answer. As I laid in bed that night, grieving losing out on attending this wedding, I was reminded of something my other friend had said after the loss of his wife. He said that theologically he knew all the truths about God's sovereignty and His perfect plan, but at the moment he didn't feel like it. It still sucked that his wife was gone. At the time I had a hard time relating because for me, I try to let what I know lead my feelings. But now I found myself (on a much smaller scale!) with a similar dilemma. I know God is in control and this whole thing is part of His plan, but it would still suck to miss the wedding. So this process of grieving the loss of the wedding helped me in a small way understand my friend better who was grieving the loss of his wife.
But God wasn't done yet. The next morning I decided I would exhaust every possible option to make it to this wedding before I gave up on it entirely. So I called the office of my state representative to the U.S. Senate. Now of course, I'm just one little, insignificant constituent, so why would my little problem matter to her. Her office clearly has much bigger things to worry about. But I thought, let me just try. So I called the office, explained my situation, and within hours they had gotten me an appointment to renew my passport the very next day!
I woke up early to make the hour drive to the Passport Agency Office, and showed up 30 minutes early for my appointment. This was the last appointment I would want to be late to! I got my new passport in hand by 2:00pm and started calling the airline to rebook my flight. After hours of being either on hold or finally reaching someone but having a bad connection, by 7:00pm I had a flight booked for 5:45am the next morning. Now instead of the dark cloud, this whole trip would be remember for God's providential answer to prayer in allowing me to be back to Namibia in time for the wedding!
Which brings me back to a Switchfoot lyric coming through the radio on my drive home from the passport office. "I want to live like I know what I'm leaving." I could easily have stayed home, not been spontaneous, and stuck with the original plan. I could have talked to my friend on the phone instead. After all, he's in the States and most of my life is in Namibia now. But I don't want to harden myself to people and life just so it hurts less when I have to leave. I want to invest with extravagant love, like flying halfway across the world to spend time with my friend. Sure it hurts when you miss people, either when they leave or you leave. But that heartache means you have loved well. So go out and love with extravagance, feel all the feels, so you can say, 'Yes, I have lived and loved so well that I know exactly what I'm leaving.'
After multiple short-term trips to Namibia, God has called me to return long-term to teach the Bible to the next generation of Namibian pastors and youth workers. Through this blog you can share in my journey and be a part of what God is doing in Namibia. Read more...
Namibia is a country of about 3 million people located along the Atlantic Ocean of south western Africa. It is ranked 5th in the world in HIV/AIDS prevalency, an epidemic that has decimated the working-age population and created a generation of orphans. While 89% of the population claim Christianity, rampant vices like immorality, abuse, and alcoholism reveal that it is religion in title only. The true gospel which frees from the bondage to sin is the only solution. Read more...
