Here is our new house! We are so thankful!




We moved to Nampula, Mozambique a few months ago and live a short distance outside the city (one of 3-4 houses with electricity on our street) and didn't know we had neighbors until Toby and i climbed a giant rock behind the house and saw the over 300 huts! These are very typical and do not have running water or electricity.




Here is view outside of town. The large hills are actually rocks which are amazing. I have yet to climb one but and working on making it happen. Unfortunately they are often connected with ancestor worship and therefore when a Christian climbs one it is considered strange, if not blasphemous.

Say Hello to 'Ben the Destroyer' or as the lego people call him, 'Giant Baby of Death'

If i told you i was a bad missionary would you believe me?

Recently having arrived in Mozambique my inadequacies, laziness and ineptness are shining through. Maybe not to others but to me they are glaring. I have been told just being able ot survive is a accomplishment, and i probably agree. But shouldn't i be doing more than just surviving?

Life in Africa is hard and for most it is harder than i can imagine. No running water, electricity, medical care is marginal, disease is everywhere, no jobs (forget about travel, vacation or 'extra money') and to top it off a worldview that it is rather...well pessimistic and fatalistic. So here i come complaining that the Internet in my home isn't fast enough, my large 4x4 is going to take weeks to repair, i have to wake up at 5:30 to feed the children...and my work is so vague i really can't DO much for months. And all the while literally the neighbors are going hungry, literally.
So i ask you what is a 'good' missionary? I have given rides to the neighbors to the hospital, i have sat and talked with my workers, even bought them Bibles, i have prayed with their sick wives. I have been trying to form relationships but know it takes months if not years for them to trust a outsiders. I have visited their homes and tried to listen to their stories. I know that i need to learn from them more now than they need to learn form me and i know that God is in control of it all, but i feel like i am accomplishing nothing...and therefore feel like a bad missionary.

And then i think...time, things take time. Is my family happy? Am i raising my boys to really know God and see Him in my life? Is my wife content (if not happy!)? Do i provide for them as best i can? Am i making a positive impact in the lives around me so that others may know Christ and the freedom He brings? Can i learn a new culture (or multiple cultures as there are here in Nampula), can i establish a home that is safe for my family and welcoming for visitors? Can i handle my newly determined wealth in a respectful and generous. In other words am i being a good father, husband, steward, brother, son, neighbor...

There seems to be a large gap between what we should BE and what we DO and sometimes i get confused. If you have ever felt like me...sorry, but hold on, Christ looks at the heart and in fact a major complaint Jesus had against the religious people of the day was that they did stuff but didn't love. Didn't love, didn't forgive.

I was told by a missionary that the thing the Africans need to hear is love. They have heard preaching, theology and seen a stream of good intentioned people trying to help them but rarely has it been a consistant, long term message of love.

So, i am not a good missionary. Fine, i am also a terrible Christian but hey, gives God more room to work through me and i don't have to depend on my own strength, knowledge or will. I have to depend Him. I have to give His love, i have to listen to the Holy Spirit and love. whew.

God, give me yourself. Free me from my own rules and demands. and may we know your love...

and give it away and in so doing be all you want us to be.

SHEESH!
You would think we had dropped off the face of the planet...well, sort of. We landed here in Mozambique a few months ago and began a move north to the island of Nampula (ok, not really a island--in fact 3 hours form the beach).

Life here has been...well, busy. Between learning new ways of doing stuff, organising a new house, overseeing construction, training workers, visiting missionaries, africans, churches and generally trying to get our bearings.

I don't have much to say tonight as i am simply exhausted but wanted to say we are NOW ONLINE IN OUR HOME! Praise God.

We have missed you all and look forward to getting back in touch!

We are well, no sicknesses, cool nights and we are in good spirits, happy to be here where God sent us.

Send us an email or respond to this if there is something you wanted to know!

and Mike, where is Toby's cat?

His
Kevin

“Through a veil dimly”.

first let me say sorry for delaying...been pretty busy new coutry and all...

Having been here in Mozambique for over a month somehow I had expected to have a little better clue as to what I would be doing. I had anticipated meeting my teammates here and listening to their ideas and stories and somehow (be it intrinsically or divinely) I would know what to do but in fact I have less of an idea now than I did before.

I am thrilled to be back in Africa and looking forward to moving into our own home in one of the neighborhoods outside of town. After being on the move for so long it is hard to imagine settling down and sticking to a place for more than a few years, God willing we will be able to do just that here in Nampula for many years. The ex-pat and missionary community is supportive and friendly; many different organizations working together and constantly dialoguing as to how best serve and help those here.

I have a job description but it was for working in Beira, not here and it leaves me with a lot of questions and endless possibilities. Which brings me to the idea of “seeing dimly”. There are a few instances referring to veils, most referring back to the old testament and Moses and how he had to cover his face to hide the glory of God which would have radiated from him and possibly hurt the Israelites after he had been speaking with God. Another is the allegory to our understanding of the things of God and how we will not comprehend His ways fully until when reach his side in heaven. Now, I understand in Christ we no longer have to hide our faces and in fact should be radiating clearly and brilliantly the face of God to everyone we meet WHILE at the same time not understanding Him or his ways. But man! It is hard sometimes.

Hmm. So here I am, ‘on the field’ ready for work and no-one, no-one has a clue as to what I am to do. (there have been some suggestions..) so I wait. And I live an I try to spend time in His presence so I may radiate, trusting that what I do not understand is in the mind and hands of a God whom I trust implicitly and unswervingly. It is a strange and wonderful place to be. I am content, no, more than that, honored to be here in this place and look forward to God directing my steps, introducing me to people and ministry.

Have you ever felt as if God were purposely making you wait for something. Either to avoid settling for something that is not the best or to make you thankful for what you will receive as the best for you.

So wait, I tell myself, spend time in his presence so as to radiate and have a proper perspective. And, as usual, enjoy the ride!