Device with Words

I pull my rain jacket hood tight as I walk through the mud to Las Asemblas de Dios, a small church in the mountains of Chuma.   But even the gloomy weather cannot put a damper on tonight.  Tonight is a night of celebration.  Samaritan’s Purse Bolivia is partnering with Las Asemblas de Dios in order to establish a Christian radio station in the town.  RADIO PESCADOR 97.1 FM will be controlled by Pastor Jose Luis who works with Samaritan’s Purse.  

I walk into the small, but cozy church building.  The evening begins with worship and praise,  

“The radio will be a powerful tool.  We need to thank God for it.”

The words almost throw themselves at my face and cause me to question, “Am I a grateful individual? How often do I actually thank God for things in my life: tools, people, events,etc?” Before my thoughts become bogged down by my selfishness, my mind returns to the service.  Various pastors speak in front of a congregation describing their hopes to reach over 31,000 listeners.   They pray for wisdom.  

“We have a device to give these people more than words – we have the chance to give them words of LIFE.”

As the service ends, Pastor Jose Luis invites us to see the radio.  We climb up the hills of grass and mud to reach the home where the radio is stationed.  My deep breathing is a clear indicator that the 15 minute hike is no walk in the park, but the trek does not hinder this congregation.  As I try to catch my breath, anxious church members scurry into a room to see the transmitter.  

Long trek uphill. 

From afar, I can see teenagers giggle and beg family members to take photos.  Children’s eyes light up as they look at the red lights on the alien looking machine.  We filter up the stairs  into the area where Jose Luis’ voice should echo.  But before my ears hear his words, rain drops showers on my head.  I immediately look around and expect to see people racing towards their homes.  Buckets of water pour from clouds, but the congregation does not flee.  Instead, feet run to any forms of shelter - overhangs, random door spaces- all around the radio.  These people are still eager to listen.  

Everyone is excited about this radio.

Listening to the radio live.

Groups congregate around phones and the radio room to hear the slight echoes of the Pastor Jose Luis on 97.1 FM.  “We want to reach every corner of our village, so that our people will know Jesus.”  The faces of the congregation glow with excitement. I look at the radio and again see lights blinking on a piece of metal. But this time, I see it not as a machine working properly. I see it as a tool coming to life.

May we all learn to use the tools around us to impact our own cities. And may we remember to thank Him who has given us such tools.

-kc

“There will be fruit.  Much fruit.  And it all will be for God’s glory.” 

– Enrique

I managed to snag a photo with some of the ladies!

Fields of Faith

What does it look like to stand firm?  These past few days, I have traveled by motorcycle to different communities visiting some agricultural and ministry projects with Samaritan’s Purse Bolivia.  Some rides were 30 minutes, other rides were 1.5 hours.  My jello legs have no comprehension of the word firm.   

Eidel, a wonderful worker on our agriculture team is analyzing the corn crops of various beneficiaries this week.  “Keri, let’s go visit a friend!” Eidel yelled as he started up the motorcycle and I jumped on the back.  We rode down the beautiful mountain of green to visit Pastor Johnny Gomez.  As we walked towards his home, his chickens greeted us, or rather squawked at us, daring the foreign faces to rob them of the precious corn on the ground.  

Pastor Johnny, welcomed me with a smile, which can be hard to find in the timid faces of Chuma people.  His wife took my hand and thanked me for visiting.  “Can we see your corn?” I asked.  His wife gracefully led me down the steep hills to their plot of farmland. 

My eyes tried to take in all the mountain beauty as my head tried to calculate the time it must take to trek down to their corn field.  I watched as Pastor Johnny carefully stepped across the plots showing me his crops growing in the dark soil.  While I know little about corn, Eidel seemed to be satisfied with the growth and the appearance of the plants.  As Eidel explained challenges farmers face, I curiously watched Pastor Johnny as he walked across his land.  He seemed to be in a deep state of concentration as he walked among the colors of yellow and green.  Suddenly, he broke 3 pieces of corn off the stalks and laid them in my hands.  He looked into my eyes and said,

“For you.”

I was overwhelmed by the generosity and had no idea how to explain my gratitude.  I managed to whisper thank you before asking him more questions about his life in Chuma.  I learned about his life as a pastor, farmer, husband, father, and carpenter.  He laughed as his children played with the chickens and he told me about his church.  I asked him about his joys and challenges in the region.  He told me about the difficulties of of ministering to other communities.  Communities that can be between 2-3 hours away...and all by foot.  

“It’s not easy.  But God is faithful.”   

His words rang in my ears as we traveled to see his church.  I watched him care for his flock with a similar patience and intention that I saw earlier that day when he walked in his fields.  After the service, I spoke to another pastor who was eager to tell me more about Pastor Johnny.  “Keri, I wish I could explain all the work the Lord has done.  That man has great faithfulness.”  He told me stories of Johnny’s growth as an individual, his eagerness to participate in seminary classes with Samaritan's Purse, and his fortitude in all aspects of life.  “He once was a timid man.  He received training with Samaritan’s Purse, and he now preaches with authority in his church of 50 members.  He even ministers to other communities.” With every story, it became clear that Pastor Johnny is a light in the town of Chuma. 

A sweet smelling aroma interrupted the wonderful stories.  I turned and saw Pastor Johnny and his family bringing plates out of a back room.  They then served the food to every person within the church.  I later learned that Pastor Johnny and his wife collect the small amount of food grown from their land and share that food with their church every month.  As I smelled the sweet corn on my plate, I thought about the enormous generosity I had witnessed that day.

Pastor Johnny's life is not easy.  I have seen some of the challenges that lie in Chuma, and I am sure there is much more my eyes do not see.  However, in the midst of the challenges, there is a man who is standing firm in his faith.  My legs are often wobbly in life's difficulties, but I hope I will always be able to always cry out Johnny's words, 

“It’s not easy, but God is faithful.”