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November 27, 2007

A Christmas Tale

Filed under: Culture,Gospel,Missional,Music — Marty Duren @ 12:10 pm

Each year the resort known as Lake Lanier Islands, which is a mere 1 mile from our campus, hosts a very popular Christmas attraction called, “The Magical Nights of Lights.” Thousands upon thousands of people pack into cars, vans and buses and pay a hefty amount to drive through a million light display commemorating partridges in pear trees, elves, and the birth of Christ among other things. One feature of recent years has been a living Nativity Scene sponsored by a local church about 10 miles from us. I think that they do it nightly for about 3 weeks leading up to Christmas.

Last year for our New Bethany Christmas presentation, we did a musical drama called, A Christmas Tale, which won rave reviews from our church. The house was pretty full for the three nights that we held it. This year, as a result of the vision of our Worship Pastor, Dan Brothers, we will be doing 24 performances of A Christmas Tale at the Magical Nights of Lights–four performances a night for two consecutive Fri-Sun weekends. A total of three casts, a choir and live band (not to mention sound and lighting personnel and more than 30 volunteers for greeting and inviting). Our performance area will be across from the area known as, Santa’s Workshop, the home of shops, eats and the Holiday Carnival which is a small amusement ride area. Performances have been promoted both in the local news paper and yesterday on the morning show of on of the major Atlanta news channels.

This type of ministry opportunity is exactly what we are regularly hoping to do–it’s outside the walls, it’s different from what people expect and it speaks the cultural language.  We really don’t have any idea what to expect as far as crowds go; we could play for as few as 25 or to a full house (about 300 portable chairs) at each performance.  Our hope is that by being where people are that the glory of God will be displayed and the gospel declared in a way that breaks down barriers, overcomes disillusionment and plants seeds in the lives of many.  Who knows, we might even get to experience a harvest!

November 24, 2007

god is not Great, Book Review

Filed under: Books,Culture — Marty Duren @ 12:20 pm

[This is the first in a series of reviews of books in the recent New Atheism controversy as well as responses to these books. I hope, at a rate of one every 1-2 weeks, to review The End of Faith, by the philosopher/skeptic Sam Harris, Breaking the Spell, by author and professor Daniel C. Dennett, and The GOD Delusion, by the British Darwinist, Richard Dawkins. On the opposing side of the debate, I’ll look at What’s So Great About Christianity, by author and former Reagan staffer, Dinesh D’Souza, The Spiritual Brain, by Mario Beauregard and Denyse O’Leary, and the oldest of this list, A Shattered Visage: The Real Face of Atheism, by philosopher and lecturer Ravi Zacharias.]

Christopher Hitchens is, quoting the inside cover of god is not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything: “a contributing editor to Vanity Fair and a visiting professor of liberal studies at the New School…He was named, to his own amusement, number five on a list of ‘Top 100 Public Intellectuals’ by Foreign Policy and Britain’s Prospect.” The New Yorker calls him, “An intellectual willing to show his teeth in the cause for righteousness” (the last being an odd choice of terms to say the least), while the Village Voice lauds Hitchens as “American’s foremost rhetorical pugilist.”

The best place to summarize this book is by beginning with a quote from its final two pages:

Religion has run out of justification. Thanks to the teleschope and the microscope, it no longer offers an explanation of anything important….Confronted with undreamed-of vistas inside our own evolving cortex, in the farthest reaches of the known universe, and in the proteins and acids which constitute our nature, religion offers either annihilation in the name of god, or else the false promise that if we take a knife to our foreskins, or pray in the right direction, or ingest pieces of wafer, we shall be “saved.” If is as if someone, offered a delicious and fragrant out-of-season fruit, matured in a painstakingly and lovingly designed hothouse, should throw away the flesh and the pulp and gnaw moodily on the pit.

Then, pining for a renewed Enlightenment, he closes:

Only the most naive utopian can believe that this new humane civilization will develop, like some dream of “progress,” in a straight line. We have first to transcend our prehistory, and escape the gnarled hands which reach out to drag us back to the catacombs and the reeking altars and the guilty pleasures of subjection and abjection. “Know yourself,” said the Greeks, gently suggesting the consolations of philosophy. To clear the mind for this project, it has become necessary to know the enemy, and to prepare to fight it. [Emphasis mine.]

god is not Great is a call to philosophical war by a man who is not himself unprepared to wage it in the public arena. Hitchens does not write as a intellectually doughy, scholastically lacking philosophical pit bulldog. On the contrary, he has seen the world and is convinced that religion is the primary cause of the woes observed there. Attacking the three dominant monotheisms, Judaism, Christianity and Islam (but with a little Hinduism thrown in for good measure) he attributes nearly every single problem in the known universe to mankind’s stubborn belief in the supernatural and argumentation over the right way to serve God, who Hitchens regards as a “totalitarian.”

Drawing from his personal experiences, this outspoken representative of positive atheism (or, even further, “anti-theism”) relates stories from “Belfast, Beirut, Bombay, Belgrade, Bethlehem and Baghdad.” Each gives a different perspective of his thesis that religion is the problem and rationalism is the solution. He states over and over again that religion (and thus God) is “man-made,” a leftover relic from the infancy of our “species” that awaits eradication as soon as we evolve past our, using Freud’s concepts, fear of death and proneness to wishful thinking. In fact, Hitchens lists, as his “irreducible objections to religious faith:”

That it wholly misrepresents the origins of man and the cosmos, that because of this original error it manages to combine the maximum of servility with the maximum of solipsism, that it is both the result and the cause of dangerous sexual repression, and that it is ultimately grounded on wish-thinking.”

Thus chapters such as, “A Note on Health, to Which Religion Can Be Hazardous,” “The Metaphysical Claims of Religion Are False,” “Revelation: The Nightmare of the ‘Old’ Testament,” and “The ‘New Testament Exceeds the Evil of the ‘Old’ One.” It bears remembering that Christopher Hitchens writes, not as a sniper who never knows or interacts with his victims, but as a ground soldier who has read the Bible, the Koran, the Bhagavad Gita, the Book of Mormon and each of the other “holy books.” And yet…

In reading Hitchens, and in listening to his public debates there simply seems to be a disconnect between his reading of the Bible and his grasp on what it actually says. It is as if he’s merely looking for any connection no matter how tenuous between it and other practices whether those be Judaistic, Islamic or Aztec, so that he might trash them all as fruit from the same tree with the titular poison. Any Old Testament tie to Christ seems lost on him or characterized as a scheme, a la the theory of the passover plot. His critique of “contradictions” in the gospels is below elementary and, while he is more than willing to allow for the ultimate progress of science and reason, he will not even concede the possibility that future excavations or historical research will confirm currently problematic interpretive challenges (as in Luke’s census dating). Another oft lodged complaint is that the entire biblical doctrine of hell came from “gentle Jesus, meek and mild,” to use his non-biblical phrasing, while he is seemingly ignorant of the perfectly clear statement of Isaiah 66:24 which Jesus references.

[To hear Hitchens in action is to hear the fire and brimstone that he brings to this “discussion.” One has only to listen to the multi-part debate with Dinesh D’Souza (beginning here. It will reaffirm Hitchens practice of referencing scripture when it helps prove his point, yet ignoring it when challenges his stance.]

In the end, it is Hitchens himself who gives all the clue that anyone needs to determine his motivation: self-determination (including repeated assertions of sexual freedom) without the interference of any outside being, and certainly not a “totalitarian god” who he had no say in electing. Hitchens, as all anti-theists, wants nothing to do with a fixed, objective morality that is the product of a Creator. Romans 1 continues to raise itself in my head as if Darwinism and materialism were anticipated long ago, “They turned the glory of God into four footed beasts and creeping things,” then reaching that haunting conclusion, “Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools.”

It is with no small amount of frustration that I must, however, admit agreement with much of Hitchens rant. Religion does poison everything, most of all blocking the possibility of a genuine reconciliation to and relationship with God since man, not God, is the actual center of religion, while God, not man, is the center of redemption. His primary disagreements with Christianity stem from the preponderance of misbegotten and unbiblical actions of the Roman Catholic institution–not so much its adherents as its leaders. Leading the way are its 1940’s friendliness with fascism in both Italy and Germany, the Inquisition and its active cover-up in the “child rape” scandal of the last 20 or so years. (Hitchens coarsely and straightforwardly calls this “no child’s behind left.”)

It is difficult, as it always has been, to distinguish for some the difference between the kingdom of God, with those attempting to live under its rule and reign as actually proposed by Jesus, and the RCC which is commonly and errantly referred to as “the Church,” inclusive of all its theological and historical absurdities. Thus, readers of the book will note that, despite his disagreement with the Bible itself, Hitchens’ (other than an occasional slap at ready targets Robertson and Falwell) primary identification of Christianity is with the RCC. This is both unfortunate and inaccurate. Frankly, he should know better.

November 19, 2007

Kudos

Filed under: Culture,Mission,Missional,News — Marty Duren @ 11:12 am

If you haven’t read Art Rogers’ post today entitled, Maybe this will help…, I would encourage you to do so. Good job, Art.

October 22, 2007

Gone Baby Gone, Movie Review

Filed under: Books,Culture,Movies — Marty Duren @ 10:59 pm

Friday marked the opening of the second Dennis LeHane book to be made into a major motion picture. Following the Clint Eastwood directed Mystic River comes Gone Baby Gone (see other reviews here), directed co-written by Oscar winning screenwriter (Good Will Hunting), movie actor and tabloid star, Ben Affleck. Affleck, in his first turn in the director’s chair, has given his audiences a remarkably well made film. I can’t remember a single wasted shot or scene and a scant few lines that I thought might have been better written. He is said to have used many locals for bit parts and it would not take much convincing of me to believe the truth of it. There are very few “actor looking” people in this movie.

The central characters of the story are Boston area private investigators Patrick Kenzie (Affleck’s brother, Casey) and Angela Gennaro (Michelle Monaghan), who are called upon to assist the police in finding a missing 4 year old girl, abducted from her bed while her mother visited with a friend next door. Morgan Freeman plays Jack Doyle, Captain of the Missing Children’s Unit, while versatile Ed Harris is ably cast as a Louisiana transplant, Detective Remy Broussant. So well cast is this movie that no part stands head and shoulder above the rest and with each performance being top notch. Freeman (of course he’s played God, so this should have been a piece of cake) in no way overshadows the others, as some might expect, and Casey Affleck (known to moviegoers as one of the “Mormon twins” in the Ocean’s movie franchise) is remarkably good in the primary role. Amy Ryan, as the conflicted, weak mother, with Titus Welliver and Amy Madigan as her brother and sister-in-law, round out the main parts.

To tell any of the story would be to tell all of the story, so I’ll tell none of it. But like the book, the movie deals fully in shades of gray. There is no black and white in the world of LeHane and Ben Affleck, while making a few minor changes in characters and some intricacies of the book, leaves the story a moral mess. Affleck explores the human condition and the emptiness of soul of people who have long since given up any clue about a holy God, choosing instead the full depth of depravity. The Kenzie/Gennaro series of books always leaves one thankful that there is a God who cares, though, apparently, He rarely makes an appearance in New England.

I would recommend this movie to pastors who are spending too much time cloistered away in the ivory towers of sermon preparation and need to be shaken and reminded as to the depth of sin. There is no sex or nudity in the film, but there is graphic violence, a particularly disturbing scene involving a child molester, suspense and pervasive bad language easily earning its “R” rating. Apparently Bostonians are partial to the letter “F” and have become very creative in ways to employ it.

When leaving today, I said to a pastor friend who attended with me, “What did you think?” He replied, “That’s the world we live in.” I did walk away thinking how we live in a world in which there are not always easy answers, everything isn’t always black and white and sometimes our field of vision is a little clouded on the grays around us, yet ever hopeful with the knowledge that the good news of Jesus can cleanse from the most vile evil and wickedness both in and among us.

September 14, 2007

3:10 to Yuma, Movie Review

Filed under: Culture,Movies — Marty Duren @ 9:55 am

I went yesterday to see the new 3:10 to Yuma starring Russell Crowe and Christian Bale. As most now know it is the remake of the 1950’s classic starring Glenn Ford and Van Heflin, based on a short story by prolific author Elmore Leonard. (See Rotten Tomatoes reviews here, Focus on the Family here, and ScreenIt here.)

The movie itself is not merely a western, not even like Unforgiven or Pale Rider. There is a psychological bent to this film and a type of redemption, though it clearly falls short of actual spiritual redemption in Christ. Christian Bale is Dan Evans, a Civil War vet who, having lost a leg, is now trying to make a go of it as a rancher in Arizona (the reason he chose AZ is not revealed until late in the movie). Russell Crowe is the suave but demented and deeply wicked Ben Wade, the leader of a gang of thieves who specialize in high dollar stage and train robberies. Their paths intersect early on in the story and form the basis for the action and exploratory dialogue that form the remainder of the film.

The story hinges on whether Evans will be able, with a diminishing posse, to deliver Wade to the town of Contention and get him aboard the 3:10 prison train to the Yuma pen. The entirety of the story seems to take place across the space of about 48 hours. If you favor high action like the more recent Die Hard movies, then there might be too much talking in Yuma; if you favor lots of talking, then there may to much violence and blood.

I personally evaluate movies like this as to whether there is clarity between the evil and the good. On one level here, there is: Wade, though a Bible quoter, is completely and thoroughly evil. He is as manipulative and cold and Hannibal Lecter ever dreamed of being, and, sans one sequence, can never be trusted. The problem with Wade, as several characters discover, is that he can laugh with you while talking about “the weather” one moment and end your life the next. It is unfortunate to me that the typical Hollywood pattern of a Bible quoting killer is used, though, in an unusual twist, the reason is actually made plain and it’s foundational to the criminal’s twisted conscience.

On another level the clarity is more murky: the hero is obviously operating in the realm of common grace, not saving grace. As a matter of fact, the “good guy” knows no scripture at all, though his family does observe their gratefulness to God in a blessing led by Evan’s wife (played by Gretchen Mol). Unlike Talladega Nights where everything having to do with God is played for laughs, this scene is utterly serious as the family gives thanks to God while one at the table ignores it. In the final resolution, as motives become completely clear, it brings out the most redemptive portion of the story and displays a moving portrait of the lengths to which Dads will go to win their sons.

3:10 to Yuma is rated “R” for language (including the “f-bomb” twice), violence and bloody gore including graphic shootings, an exploding horse (yep), and a bullet removal.

August 29, 2007

Asia, Part 7

Filed under: Culture,Mission — Marty Duren @ 9:03 am

After lunch and goodbyes to Kari and the kids, we went back for our final meeting before leaving T–a. This meeting was actually with the owner of the apartment where we crashed. A lady who, in a show of Christian hospitality moved out to give us full run of the place; a lady who had been influential in more than 75% of her church coming to faith in Christ; a lady who is passionate over the spiritual condition of her people; a lady who has, alone, translated almost all the New Tribes chronological stories into T—n; a lady who was personally, directly responsible for Jim and Kari being in T–a when they were praying about a people farther west; a lady, in short, who speaks softly and calmly, but commands attention when she does so.

We listened to and filmed our interview/discussion as she considered how our projects might benefit the T—n people. She believes that the oral storying that has been proposed can be of tremendous value as the accounts of God’s word are paired with events from T—n history. This would help overcome the perception that Christianity is a Russian religion and that one must abandon all of T—n culture in order to be a Christian. This basic misunderstanding has hindered the spread of the gospel among this people.

After concluding in prayer, it was off to the airport to catch our return flight, which was on Air Novosibirsk rather than Air T–a. I guess they are code-sharing partners. A twin-engine turbo-prop, three of our team sat right between the propellers and are still recovering from temporary deafness. In the “Thanking God for small blessings” department, the cargo was actually in the cargo hold while both take-off and landing were great in spite of some pretty bald tires. Upon arrival, we were again collected by our host M family, then joined with a second family (another M is transit), and all the kids for dinner in a 2 bedroom, 1.5 bath apartment which was, at that moment, holding 16 people with the international travel luggage of 11 of us. A wee bit crowded it was, but it was also good to meet new friends and re-connect with old ones. Thankfully, sleep was rapidly approaching.

Friday and Saturday were uneventful other than the excruciating process of attempting to get registered with the local government. If you’ve never had that pleasure, choose the root canal option instead. Sunday was a better day.

Choosing an option for church on Sunday morning was easy as we traveled to Akadem Gorodok, the home of several universities and one seminary. During the Cold War years, this was a center of training for the scientists of the USSR and is still considered a vital place of education. We worshiped with a church meeting on the seminary campus. They are multi-cultural with South Koreans, Russians and at least one German and one American in the services. Our entire team spoke during the Sunday School hour and was very well received. At least I think we were.

It is soon to be the home of a church start from English language classes. While there, we met with an American M who has moved there to teach English and help with the church start. He is a 55 year old single guy who speaks little Russian so far, but has followed God to that end of the earth with the prayer of seeing some of the intelligentsia come to faith in Christ. Please pray for Alvin in this effort. Learning English (as the international language) is a hugely important thing in countries around the world and as such has proven an effective tool of ministry opportunity.

This is the end of the narrative. In the next day or two, I will post a couple of emails that we received from Jim of things that happened after we left. God is working and the Kingdom is on the move.

August 27, 2007

Asia, Part 6

Filed under: Culture,Mission — Marty Duren @ 6:17 am

As our attention turned toward church planting, Jim and Kari were able to recall a recent conversation with four T—n believers regarding a church they hope to plant later this year. Their conversation had turned toward a type of building, when Kari asked this question, “If money were no object, what kind of building would you want to house a church?” At this point, some background information will be helpful.

Russians by and large, and T—ns in particular, place great importance on how a “church building” looks and what the church is named. The great orthodox cathedrals bear silent testimony to this. The Russian Orthodox Church is currently building, in K—l, a small but beautiful building that will be capped with three domes each completely covered in gold. They believe that type of structure speaks to the “majesty and glory” of God and it means something to the Russian mind even if those meeting inside are the victims of cold, heartless religiosity. Because of this, “house churches” are generally viewed as sects and tend to be avoided. The T—ns believe that a structure is necessary, but what kind?

When the T—n believers answered Kari’s question, they were in agreement that a building reflecting T—n culture should be a yurt. And, that the main yurt could be surrounded by smaller yurts for childcare, bible classes, etc. (It took about five seconds for us to nickname the entire layout at the “Mother Yurt and the Squirt Yurts.”) This structural model would cost much less from start to finish than the blueprints alone for a Russian Orthodox style church, would be easily reproducible in other cities and towns, and, as far as anyone knew, would be the first culturally relevant church building ever in the republic. We were immediately sold on the concept and began to plan accordingly.

The meeting ended with prayer and a real sense that God had orchestrated virtually every second of our time together. Our team was repeatedly motivated by the obvious working of God. It really isn’t every day that one gets to see God working in such a clear, concise way. It was good to be a part of such life, since, due to a couple of racing taxi drivers, I felt certain that life was shortly coming to an end.

I don’t think that they had been drinking, but unbeknownst to us, our respective taxis were in a race to our drop off point. About five minutes into a swerving, bouncing, speeding flight toward K—l, I began singing Lord, I’m Coming Home, thinking that it might be a swiftly approaching reality. After both of our rides put us out and we determined that the ground was actually still, we went into the apartment and were quickly asleep.

The meeting generated so much excitement that I was only able to sleep 3 1/2 hours. After a fruitless attempt to return to unconsciousness, I rose to capture the thoughts that were careening around my head. This morning, Thursday [which was August 16], we are scheduled to meet with the town administrator of S—–k, where Jim and Kari live. The purpose is to explore how a church might partner to improve their community. [Unfortunately, he was out of town for the national holiday and was unable to meet.]

We did get to see two possible locations for the yurt church. One is near the Cultural Center and school. It is essentially an open field within sight of the same river that flows through K—l. The other is immediately adjacent to the city park.

One of the community service projects that Jim had already mentioned to us was revitalizing the city park, so my interest was piqued as to what the might entail. Boy. Oh. Boy. Built during Soviet days, the playground has all the aesthetic beauty of the lunar surface. The chain that once surrounded the entire area, roughly the size of a football field, is gone down to the last link as are most of the posts. There are approximately four actual rides for kids to use, each as plain and ugly as the one next to it. The teeter-totters could not be destroyed by a direct nuclear strike, but neither would it be worn out from use. The second possible site for the church was to the immediate right of the park, 25 yards away from the main town grocery store and a very busy bus stop.

My opinion was that both potential sites had advantages, neither had disadvantages so I asked Jim the potential cost. “About $5k for a half-acre, which is standard size,” he replied. “We might get it for a little cheaper if we commit to rebuild the park and maintain it.” I responded, “Why not offer to purchase this part to the right and ask them to give you the park based on your commitment to rebuild and maintain it? It never hurts to ask.” That is the end to which I will pray.

You’ll have to stay tuned to find out what happened…

August 25, 2007

Asia, Part 5

Filed under: Culture,Mission — Marty Duren @ 5:23 am

Around 7:00, we went to the house of our new friends and host M’s, Jim and Kari. Two of the most gracious and vivacious people I have ever been around, they are passionate and sold out to reaching this people. Affiliated with an agency in the northwest US which exists to reach the northern tribal peoples of Siberia, Alaska and Canada, Jim and Kari are raising their three children in the harsh T—n climate which swings from -50 to 110 F annually. They are immediately likable, immensely lovable and preeminently committed to seeing an authentic, biblically sound T—n church planting movement.

The purpose of our evening meeting besides the joy of fellowship was strategy. What could be done and how could we partner together to get it done? We talked first about “storying project” and whether our original ideas were on target. This one is still in the planning phase, but we are excited about bringing the gospel into their culture using historically appropriate information involving T—n translators and storytellers. As I previously stated, though the culture is literate, the preferred learning style is oral transmission, thus the effort to “oralize” the gospel through stories.

Then, we talked about the possibility of doing English classes. Existing partnerships in a former eastern bloc country could easily be accessed to use a type of English class that presents the gospel and has been very effective at leading to church starts. It was decided that this would likely work both in K—l and in the “suburbs.”

Next, we discussed how that we might be a blessing to the community. One thing held in common by some of the former Soviet republics is failing infrastructure. When the Union collapsed and autonomy was declared, away went Russian money (at least in part). In many places factories, pipelines and the like are decaying from lack of use. One abandoned factory on the outskirts of K—l still bore a sign that read, “Glory to the Worker.” We believe that blessing these towns through repairing infrastructure, parks, schools, etc, will open doors for gospel witness.

Jim immediately referred to a broken down city park just down the street from their home. His thoughts were that if we could partner together to refurbish the park making it usable again, that great favor would be gained with the city administration. We agreed and agreed to help.

About 3/4 of the way through this four hour strategy session, I brought up Glocalization and one of the ideas espoused by Bob Roberts. He wrote of the wisdom of creating a jobs base by investing money to create businesses that would improve the economy. This effort becomes another means of establishing good will and opening doors of witness. “Why are you doing this?” “We are servants of Jesus Christ and believe that He wants to use us to bless and encourage you.” Since hearing that T–a has no exports at all and was mired in economic depression, my mind had been spinning. There are no FedEx, DHL or UPS deliveries being made. “Brown” isn’t doing much in T–a because T—ns aren’t doing anything that requires it. This was the next subject of discussion.

Jim (also affectionately known as “Samwise” due to his hobbit feet) is the very picture of entrepreneurial. With a heart bursting for church planting and discipleship, he has the magnificent ability to evaluate the entire cultural picture and envision solutions to multiple issues on various fronts. So, when I asked about a type of business opportunity that might result in economic expansion, I wasn’t really surprised to find out that he already had a business plan.

The T—ns have a legacy of being good leather-workers, though they don’t have a tanning or fur processing industry. Jim and a couple of shoe-cobblers have developed and produced a few sample leather satchels. The quality and design is about as good as anything I’ve ever seen in a leather shop or done by leather-workers. The goal is to create a distribution channel that will place these on the US market, since that’s where the closest contacts currently reside. If successful, and the business plan looks strong, then profits would be used to fund church planting and local ministry inside T–a.

As it had been apparent the previous afternoon, all our ideas and desires were fitting together like a hand in a glove. God hadn’t merely opened a door; He’d kicked it completely off its hinges. Even us slow Baptists could figure it out and it was not stopping yet.

August 24, 2007

Asia, Part 4

Filed under: Culture,Mission — Marty Duren @ 3:55 am

After landing in K—l, we were collected by two taxis, endured a wild 3 minute ride and were unceremoniously dumped at the door of an apartment building that looked like most of the ones you see in any of the old USSR. As it turned out, it belonged to a T—-n believer who literally moved in with her son and gave us her apartment for our entire stay. She was a wonderful lady who prepared us a meal of some stuff I did recognize (eggs and ham) and some stuff I didn’t. I had purposed to eat what was set before me and trust God with my gullet, but there were no challenges. (Breakfast consisted of Honey Nut Cheerios purchased at the local market. Oh yeah!)

As with the hotel, we lost our original M contact in country, though we would not learn why until later. It’s enough to say for now that it was another God thing. Just following our settling at the apartment, our new in country contact arrived and intros were made all around. (Jim, from the pacific northwest, has been in the country for about 7 years.) After the first few minutes of a two hour discussion, it became obvious that God was in the middle of everything that was happening. Our complementary visions were readily seen and his missiological knowledge of the culture far surpassed all the research we had done, and in fact corrected some of it. He had clarity of what we hoped to do and was instantly aware of how our thoughts could fit into or expand upon structures with which he was familiar and in which he had influence.

It is his informed opinion that the Buddhism in T–a is mainly cultural and, though there are a number of temples around, is really isn’t that strong a presence (much like being “Baptist” in the south once was). The other primary religious system, shamanism, is the evil presence that holds the people in darkness. The shamans are almost all powerful and are very influential. Prayer to the living God is seen as upsetting to the spirits and this requires a shaman to set things right.

We also feel that we now have a more clear picture of the state of the gospel here. It appears that this people, as a group, is not actually unreached, but is extremely under evangelized. There are some small churches in the main city, but of the estimated 140 cities/towns/settlements in the rest of the country, around 50% do not have ready access to the gospel and many have not yet heard of Jesus.

Man, this is the place to be!!

On Wednesday, we went to the national holiday festival in a field outside of K—l. We had prayed and asked God to allow us to see some of the culture of the people, all the while knowing that we would only be in the country for 50 hours or so. At this festival there were representatives of each and every county in T–a (even the far north reindeer herders with three of those beautiful creatures), with cultural dress and food throughly represented. Also represented was Nestle, with a freezer full of their ice cream being sold by an enterprising young T—n. Among the activities were an archery competition, horse races (one of which was a 15km distance ridden by four year old kids), music and dance. Activities inside the large main square back in K—l included concerts and wrestling, though we did not see either of those.

It was at the field that we were first introduced to the yurt. The yurt is a round dwelling, a large one of which might measure 18-20 feet in diameter. The door to the yurt always faces toward the south and a vented top allows smoke from the fireplace in the center to escape. Various foods might be cooked there or a knee-high table might be set up around which about five or so adults might gather as food or chai is cooked outside.

As we entered our second or third yurt, we removed our shoes and admired the decorative handiwork of the inner construction. After a few minutes we were guided to the table where we were seated for an opportunity to visit with the hosts and drink some chai. Of course, there are as many types of chai as there are people who make it. T—n chai is very milky and not very sweet; the tea taste is pretty weak. (I much prefer Kenyan chai which is very, very sweet and is served steaming hot.)

Ronnie Cansler from New Bethany, two M’s and myself happened to be seated with our host M who was conversing with two older T—n men also seated at the table. With a spreading grin on his face, he turned and said, “Well, they’ve decided that we are honored guests.” I was pretty sure that I knew what that meant. The last time I was an “honored guest” in a former Soviet country it was with two of these same men and involved dinner with a fried sheep penis. Preparation for the worst began in earnest. When Jim next said, “Now is when you become all things to all men,” I just resigned myself to whatever came next, though I was pleased to see cups of liquid being passed around. (I’ll stop here, but suffice it to say that I can’t serve as a trustee on any SBC entity now.)

We left the field amazed at the power of God to give us more culture in 90 minutes than we could have gotten in a month of ordinary days and rejoicing over His goodness to put us in T–a on such a day when we had literally chosen a travel date at random attempting to coordinate between four groups of people in four parts of the world.

The afternoon saw us meeting with a young Russian/American who was in T–a doing Bible translation. A new translation into the heart language has been in the works for some years, with the entire Bible scheduled to be released in 2010. We saw this as another amazing instance of God’s timing. From him we learned a number of things that are important to strategy.

First, T—s tend to be a very passive people, with little entrepreneurial spirit. As an example, there isn’t a single exported product in the entire republic. This cultural passivity filters into the churches resulting in very little intentional evangelism. Second, the population is not mostly illiterate as we had been told. In fact, it is probable that 70% or more are literate, but it is not their preferred method of learning. Third, the art of storytelling is on the wane, though the tool of storytelling might still be useful in evangelism, preaching and discipleship. Fourth, public libraries (of which there are many) will gladly place of copy of the Bible when printed, but, as in America, it will languish on the shelf until someone is given a reason to read it.

We left this meeting with the names and contact information for other leaders, including one who had been previously involved in a storying project. It was about 4:30 had been a most profitable day.

But the best was yet to come…

August 23, 2007

Asia, Part 3

Filed under: Culture,Mission — Marty Duren @ 4:24 am

I had jokingly referred to the possibility of flying Borat Air on the last leg. I wasn’t far wrong. The terminal, which was different from our arrival terminal, was a Soviet relic and was decaying at every turn. A brief excursion upstairs was met with echoes and creaking wooden floors that threatened to give way with every other step. Entire sections of the exterior facade had fallen loose. Dilapidated airplanes and helicopters were everywhere in the knee level grass beyond the cracked and faded asphalt tarmac.

Some of the planes looked WW2 era that had been repainted for civilian use. That probably was not the case, but that was the impression. One craft even had a glass nose below the cockpit, just like a plastic military model that I had assembled as a child. I quietly hoped that I would be able to sit in the turret and man the machine gun as we flew over the countryside.

The reality was worse.

The only plane that stirred the air in the two hours that we waited was the one that had arrived from our destination and would make a return trip with us. It honestly looked as if 60 or 70 people disembarked from a craft that had only 24 seats! We later learned that the specific airline was not above flying with passengers standing up inside the plane.

The plane itself was a Yakovlev “Yak” 40, a craft popular for regional transport across the former Soviet Union. We could not help but laugh when we saw the 60’s era craft and as we got closer the harder our laughter became. The paint was faded beyond hope and a 15 section of Bondo discolored one side of the fuselage. The stairs used to load many boxes of cargo before our curious eyes were the same stairs that we ascended into the butt-end of the aircraft to be greeted by the luggage hold–two sets of shelves to our right–and 24 green fabric covered seats, with worn carpet toned between brown and orange. The boxes that we watched being loaded into the “cargo hold” were now in the front part of the cabin just beyond the seats. The left front of the seating area was willed with equipment from a vodka swilling extreme sports team on their way to a holiday celebration. The imbibed freely of drink that they brought on board, though if their behavior indicated drunkenness then they were plenty lit with they arrived at the airport to begin their trip.

When we began to taxi, the physical feeling of the plane was hard to describe. At one point it felt as if the tires had flat spots on all sides and at another if felt as if the main shock absorber had been replaced with the mainspring of a flea-market wrist watch. In spite of it all, we had a perfectly executed takeoff and landing two hours later. K—l, the capital of T–a, was absolutely gorgeous from the air with a clean, blue hued river at its edge, yet proved to be the same architectural makeup as every other former Soviet nation once viewed from the ground.

During our Moscow layover, our M friends were informed that the only hotel in K—l was either booked or they could not find our reservations. The hotel did not take reservations by phone–only by fax. The fax, however, did not go to the hotel; it went to a fax machine down the street. There, apparently, there was no rhyme or reason as to if or when the faxed request was actually taken to the hotel. So here we were, half-way around the world and mere hours from our destination with no assurance of a place to stay. The “F-word” of missions came to mind at this point–“flexibility.” So, we journeyed on with the possibility that we would be sleeping at the airport, though a subsequent call to a new contact in country gave us hope that some type of room would be able to be attained.

Our goal in going to this particular region was to try and engage a particular UPG [the Tuvan (Tuvin) peoples] having a pretty strong certainty that little access to the gospel existed outside the capital city. Imagine our wonder to find out that God had worked an utterly astounding circumstance in our favor. The only full day that we were to spend in the region was a national holiday during which people would come from all the outlying areas to the capital city to celebrate. Many dignitaries and even President Vladimir Putin were scheduled to be in K—l at the same time we were. (We later found out that out of the 88 regions that it was possible for Putin to visit during his time hosting Prince Albert of Monaco, he had chosen T–a. We also were informed that he was responsible for us losing our hotel reservation as the government party chose there to billet. The third photo down in the linked article shows a line of well wishers greeting the president; it’s the same line we were in as evidenced by the building seen in the upper left background. Due to time constraints we were unable to allow the President to meet us see the President.)

My heart truly quickened with anticipation over the news.

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