Towards Reconciliation

our family's adventures in the ministry of reconciliation (2 Cor. 5:18-20)

My Evolving View of Language Learning

When I first became a missionary, my view of language learning was somewhat nebulous since I had never seriously studied a language before (high school and college Spanish doesn’t count). I had never committed my life for an agreed-upon time frame to studying day in and day out for the purpose of speaking and being understood, listening and comprehending. My first missionary assignment required that I spend my first year studying the local language. I was single, so that task came with few inconveniences or distractions. After my year was up, my given job was to be a rural evangelist. My experience was that although I had invested a long year of diligent study, I passed my sending agency’s required language evaluation, and many people in the local community told me I spoke well, I still had to put in long hours each week of translating words and ideas into the local language before I could take a Bible story to a group of village women. Then, because my language was “good” but still very amateur, I always traveled with a local believing friend to help me re-tell the story and participate in the follow-up discussion so I knew things were communicated well. Each time I did this, the women always positively affirmed what they were hearing. However, I had enough cultural teaching beforehand to assure me that they were most likely “saving face” – that is, keeping the peace and treating me respectfully to my face but questioning or disbelieving my message once I left town.

Fast-forward three languages. Josh and I spend a year learning basic French with a splash of Biblical vocabulary thrown in. This was mainly so we could navigate our way through government bureaucracy in the Chadian capital and interact with the Chadian church.  Then, I spent a few years getting a little more than halfway through a six-phase language learning method with Chadian Arabic. Josh has continued on and well surpassed me in that endeavor. (Maybe it will require another blog post to explain that reasoning.) I am at a point where many people tell me my language is really good. I am also at a point where I realize how much I don’t know. I have learned that people will tell me my language is really good because they are pleased to hear a white person speaking their language, but this cannot be my measuring stick for a job completed.

Now I have just begun, God willing, a life-long endeavor learning to communicate well in the Maba language. What has changed? How did I go from investing one year in my first language on my first missionary assignment to committing to a life of learning the Maba language? Certainly, several factors have influenced the decision Josh and I have made to invest significantly on the front-end of our ministry career in learning language well.

One reason is that we have come to understand that the value of the gospel message is worth our efforts to put in the hard work of language study up front so that when people hear us communicate precious truths of Scripture, we are communicating them in a manner worthy of the message being presented. We have a treasure to share with our neighbors, but we don’t want to sound like my toddler when we try to tell them this good news. We seek to present the gospel message, as well as do discipleship, with clarity. Communication in a foreign language and across a huge cultural barrier is not a trivial matter. We are concerned with both the words we say as well as their connotation and the way they’re understood in the minds of the hearers. In an Islamic society, this is further complicated by the Islamic corruption of the biblical narrative and biblical terminology, so that what words like “grace” or “sin” or “heaven” mean to us are not necessarily the same as what they mean to a Chadian Muslim. So we devote ourselves to the tedious task of achieving language proficiency in order to, like the Apostle Paul, “declare the mystery of Christ,” to “make it clear, which is how I ought to speak.” (Col. 4:3-4)

Another factor is that from my own experience and from observation, it makes a lot more work for us in the long run if we have to constantly prepare not only the content of our messages but also the language translation each time, we plan to go share with someone. It was painful to spend that amount of time hoping I had the right words and phrases. There was always a nudging sense of doubt that something was only half-communicated. How did I know if the valuable message I was sharing was actually the message that my friends were hearing? This is not something that can be learned in one year of language study.

Another significant reason we choose to invest more time learning language is because over time we have come to understand and appreciate the entirety of the Great Commission. We are not in eastern Chad just to make converts and leave them to flounder on their own, producing fledgling churches that are not grounded in the Word, but are instead tossed to and fro. No! We are here to obey the words of the Great Commission that say, “Go and make disciples…teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you.” How can we obey Jesus’ command to us if we have only a half-knowledge of the language and we are chopping up the language or wondering if we actually communicated clearly the message we are hoping to communicate? How can we discuss deep spiritual truths with a novice understanding of language and culture?

Friends, thank you for standing with us and persevering alongside us in your prayers, support, and encouragement of this ministry. For years, our updates to you have been mostly about more language learning instead of more converts. I assure you that the convictions we have come to regarding language learning are currently unpopular in many missionary circles, probably because it doesn’t result in quick converts and exciting stories. However, in missions history, we see many examples of men and women in invested years of language learning up front before they were able to engage in strong ministries amongst indigenous people which resulted in biblically sound churches. Thank you for your commitment to stand with us as we seek to honor the Lord in the way that we hope will communicate the precious truths of the gospel as well as disciple believers to maturity in the Christian faith.

In the most recent 12 months dominated by war, political crises and humanitarian emergencies around the globe, Chad, a landlocked country in north-central Africa, took the unwelcome honor of being the world’s most negative country.

As per the survey, in 2018, more than seven in 10 Chadians (72 percent) said they struggled to afford food at some point in the past year.

Astha Agnihotri (CNBCTV18.com) commenting on the newly released Gallup 2019 Global Emotions Report

See the full article here.

Great message for potential missionaries and those who would send and support them.

Learning Maba

Very recently, I made the decision to start learning the Maba language. I have to say, I was not initially excited. This will be my fourth foreign language to learn, not counting high school and college Spanish. For good reason, I have felt ready to be finished learning languages. Did I really have time to add space in my schedule to learn Maba? I did not enjoy learning Chadian Arabic. When I began, I was still new to the culture, new to the method of language learning we chose to use, and I was learning in the afternoons when temperatures were rising.  It was a challenging experience which still evokes negative emotions in me.

Getting started with Maba

The drudgery of learning a foreign language and achieving the level we need to reach in order to effectively communicate the gospel to the Maba people is a large commitment to make. So, as I became convinced I should study Maba if we were going to do what we say we want to do – plant churches amongst the Maba people – I simultaneously began questioning whether it was worth it and whether God was worth me investing years more of my intellect and time. I was scared to ask myself that question.

The reality is, since we have already given up so much in moving to eastern Chad and learning French and Arabic (not even reaching a level where we feel we could effectively disciple someone), you and all our supporters think we are doing a great job. Why should we continue even farther? Why not just stop here and stay in a place of comfort since we get so much positive feedback from you? The motivation for investing years more in even further language study can only be that God is enough and that He is worth it.

So, in a place of honesty before the Lord, admitting to Him I didn’t know if I believed He was worth it, He graciously reminded me of His love for me and His presence with me. For so long, I have tried to obediently live out the Great Commission, but I often disregard Jesus’ last phrase, “And lo, I am with you always.” Through His word and through the testimonies of others who have gone before us, God comforted me that He is with me as I enter this season of learning the Maba language. He has changed my heart, and I am encouraged and sincerely joyful to have the honor of learning a language that only one other worker is currently learning. What a privilege it is for me to get to be one of the first to bring the gospel to women who otherwise will never hear the good news of the Gospel!

Throughout the world, reports of Muslims are coming to faith, but the truth is, it is mostly men who are believing. How are the women going to hear if only missionary husbands learn the languages these unreached people groups are speaking? Mothers have so many home responsibilities that it is only by much sacrifice that we will learn to speak the heart language of the people we are trying to reach. But I have decided it is worth it and that God is worth it.

Praise God with me for His comfort and reminders that He is with me and that He is worthy of my life poured out for the Maba people.

Pray for our family as Josh homeschools the boys part time in order to allow me time to study the language.

Pray for perseverance and continued encouragement in language learning.

Pray mostly for the Maba people to have hearts prepared to hear and respond to the Gospel when they hear.

A Maba Wedding

Last week I traveled about 2.5 hours out of town to attend a wedding for Abdoulaye’s cousin.

The Maba, like most of the tribes here, have a two-stage wedding. They first do what’s called the fateh, which is something more than an engagement party but not quite a wedding ceremony. The fateh takes place once the bride’s family have agreed on a bride price and the groom has provided at least part of the price. The price for this wedding was something around $500, several large sacks of sugar and rice, and a cow or two. This can vary greatly due to the status of the bride and her family. For the Maba, unlike some of the other tribes, once the’ve had the fateh the groom can “visit” his wife, even though she still lives with her parents. Yep, I imagine this leads to some awkwardness, but culturally it’s very normal.

After a time (months, even a year or more), when the groom has paid all of the bride price (or the bride’s family just gets tired of waiting and gives up), the second part of the wedding takes place. This part is called the “arrooz” and it involves officially taking the wife to her husband’s house. At this point the wedding is finished and they build a home of their own together. This stage also involves a big party, lots of good food, and housewarming gifts for the bride. Often large glass cases (with mirrored back panels) are bought to display the dishes the bride receives. So it would not be unusual to go into a mud brick house and find a large glass cabinet displaying fancy dishes.

Of course, all of this varies a bit from family to family, and from village to city, just as with American weddings. But this is the general process.

Back to our visit… The unique thing about this fateh, I learned in the car on the way there, was the the groom’s father was also re-marrying the groom’s mother after having been divorced from her for 5 years. So it was a double wedding! Divorce is relatively easy here, especially for men, but I’ve yet to fully understand the rules governing it. So maybe a later post on that when I figure it out. The time in the village was a joyous one, with lots of singing and dancing by the women and cheerful conversation by the men. Thursday afternoon, soon after we arrived, the actual ceremony for the son took place. The grooms’s representative and the bride’s representative recount the bride price and the amount paid so far to the men sitting on mats. The two representatives shake hands three times, one of them saying something that I can’t quite remember, and then the proceed with someone leading prayers. The prayers are presumably for the newly married couple, although I couldn’t hear a lot of it because the guy leading was speaking too softly. Others offered what seemed like spontaneous contributions. When the prayer was over (after about 5 minutes), that was it, the fateh was complete. All that was left was the celebration.

We stayed that night, at one point visiting the women and greeting them, at which point they began dancing and singing. The sisters of the groom were apparently overcome with joy that their father was returning home as well, and their songs were all about “good rains” and “crops being plentiful”, I think a metaphor for their joy at being reunited as a family. We ate lots of meat and sauce that night, slept out under a tree, and the next morning continued the celebrations with more dancing and singing, horse races, and lots of laughter. At one point during the morning there was another short meeting of the men similar to the night before, but this time for the father. He even had to pay another bride price!

Around noon we loaded up and took off for home, for me a bittersweet time. Just before leaving, I had gone with some of the men to visit the wife the father had taken while he was divorced from his first wife, and our mission was to inform the other wife that her husband had reunited with his first wife and that she was now #2. She held it together pretty well, at least until we left. They had said that when her husband had mentioned the possibility to her of reuniting with his first wife she had thrown a brick at him. After all the joy of seeing a family reunited, I was reminded of just how broken the institution of marriage is in the Islamic world. Something meant to be shared between one man and one woman has been corrupted, just like in the times of the Patriarchs and Kings of the OT, and the consequences today are just as terrible as they were back then.


On Learning Yet Another Language

Not me, Kimberly. I’m still plodding away in Arabic, seeking to achieve a high level of competence before moving on. But Kimberly has decided to begin Maba now, because Maba will be even more important than Arabic. Many Maba women in villages don’t speak Arabic. So today was Kimberly’s first day of learning her 4th foreign language. Hopefully she can find some time to share about it here soon, I will encourage her to do so.

Language learning is, believe it or not, a bit of a controversial topic in missions today. Many people are satisfied to get enough language to live (i.e. buy things, catch a taxi, etc.) but for whatever reason not many people become truly competent. At the risk of stating the obvious, sharing the gospel, discipling, answering questions and objections – these things require more than a beginner or intermediate level of language. We have become more and more convinced of this. It may take 3-4 more years, a total of 7-8 years in Chad, to become competent in Arabic and Maba. But the importance of clarity and competence in proclaiming, teaching, correcting and exhorting a fledgling church requires a seriousness in language learning. A desire for deep relationships requires seriousness in language learning, otherwise relationships are necessarily shallow. To assume that somehow the Holy Spirit will overcome our lack of discipline and preparation is presumptuous and unbiblical. Enjoyed this quote I came across recently from William Cary:

That which, as a means, is to fit us for the discharge of these laborious and unutterable important labours, is the being instant in prayer, and the cultivation of personal religion. Let us ever have in remembrance the examples of those who have been most eminent in the work of God. Let us often look at Brainerd, in the woods of America, pouring out his very soul before God for the perishing heathen, without whose salvation nothing could make him happy. Prayer, secret, fervent, believing prayer, lies at the root of all personal godliness. A competent knowledge of the languages current where a missionary lives, a mild and winning temper, and a heart given up to God in closet religion, these, these are the attainments which, more than all knowledge, or all other gifts, will fit us to become the instruments of God in the great work of Human Redemption. Let us then ever be united in prayer at stated seasons whatever distance may separate us, and let each one of us lay it upon his heart that we will seek to be fervent in spirit, wrestling with God, till He famish these idols and cause the heathen to experience the blessedness that is in Christ.

Article X, The Serampore Form of Agreement


6 Nights in the Village

We’re back now from our trip to the town/village where we spent 6 nights starting last Friday. It was a great trip, very encouraging and also eye-opening!

We arrived Friday afternoon after about a 4-hour drive. We’re thankful that the drive was uneventful, always a blessing here. We settled in Friday evening, girls sleeping inside and the boys outside under the stars. I was glad we had brought all of our thick blankets because it was COLD!

Saturday was market day, so the ladies went to visit the market in the morning and the men took a walk around town, including the market, in the afternoon. Iwas asked that morning if I would preach the next day at the church. It wasn’t a total surprise, because we’ve learned it’s typically an honor given to visitors and I had been put on the spot once before. So I had come more prepared than the last time, with a sermonette I had just shared the weekend before at our TL retreat. But it was in English, and I had to preach in French. So Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning were spent translating the sermon, because my French is not good enough to just do it on the fly.

Sunday was church, of course. The kids do Sunday School first, and then they leave and play outside or go to their houses while the adults do church. The service was pretty typical, about 2.5 hours long with lots of drumming, dancing, singing, preaching, and church business at the end. After that was a break and then a separate communion service. Needless to say we were ready for a break Sunday afternoon, and we just spent the time resting.

Monday through Wednesday mornings were English class for Kimberly and Danielle. They did great and the kids and teachers loved it. They asked when we’d be back to do more, but at the moment we don’t have any plans.

Josh spent the mornings with the kids, doing math with Isaac and reading with Judah on a mat under a shade tree while Norah took a nap and Calla Grace played. We brought Ashta, our house helper, with us so she helped as well.

We enjoyed talking with the missionary, Jeremie, about his ministry in this town. He’s been there for 17 years, and is well-known and respected by the community. We learned more about the school, the upcoming “evangelization campaign” that the church is planning in a nearby village, and the particular challenges faced by the church in ministering among Muslims. Our good friend Abdoulaye was with us, and he spent much time in the market sharing the gospel and his personal testimony. He gave away many of the memory cards we had prepared with Bible stories in the Maba language as well as some evangelistic videos in Arabic.

We are thankful for our time in the village and the time spent strengthening our relationship with Jeremie and the small church there.

Here’s a link to some more pics from our trip, as well as other pics from the past couple of months.

Visiting “Eat and Rest”

I recently took off southeast from Abeche with Abdoulaye and his brother, “Omar” to visit their home village, who’s name in Maba is literally “eat and rest.” As it turns out, this is quite the appropriate name because that’s precisely what we did! 

I taught them the word “selfie”, although they were already quite familiar with the concept. Chadians love taking selfies!

The trip took about 3 hours to go 90km (56 miles), so you get the idea of what the roads were like. We arrived early afternoon and immediately went to greet the adopted mother of Abdoulaye’s brother. Their mother had given Omar to her sister to raise because she couldn’t have children, so he had grown up in the village and remained there even when Abdoulaye and their mother moved to the city.

Greetings were very warm, and the initial greetings/blessings lasted several minutes each as is their custom. The longer it’s been since you’ve seen someone, the longer the greeting. Even if you repeat the same words over and over (“God Bless, I’m well, thank God, God Bless, Praise God, etc…”), no big deal. So after the initial greetings we were seated on large mats next to where they had stored the peanut harvest (which was convenient because you could just reach over and grab a handful of peanuts whenever you wanted). We spent the afternoon in further greetings every few minutes as the women came by to bring food or the men came in from the fields. 

The night in the village is much cooler than in a large town like ours. I slept under a large blanket and still was cold. So the next morning none of us moved to much until the sun had started to warm the air a bit. After a breakfast of sweetened millet with milk and goat’s head soup, we went for a walk around the nearby wadi. A wadi is a seasonal riverbed that runs with lots of water when it rains but during the dry season the water remains underground, sometimes only a few feet. This wadi was full of date palms, mango trees and guava trees. We ate our fill of guavas straight from the trees while watching the monkeys playing in nearby trees. 

That afternoon we walked in a different direction to see the well that was dug several years ago by some charities in cooperation with the European Union. It was located between several villages so that it could be used by all. But no one from the village was trained to repair it, so when a technician who had been working in a nearby town on another project finished the project and left, there was no one responsible or trained to repair it. So for the past year it has sat idle. This is such a common scenario in the developing world. Helping people improve their lives is usually much more complicated than assumed.

As we walked back from the abandoned well, my head began to throb and I started feeling worse and worse. By the time we arrived, I just wanted to lay down and try not to throw up from the pain. When I laid down it was around 5 PM, and I didn’t get up again that night. Fortunately though my friend Abdoulaye sat up with some men, including the village chief, and shared the gospel along with more of his testimony. As I was in and out of consciousness I heard them around me talking, but didn’t know what was going on until he filled me in the next morning. He shared openly, and people were attentive, and when a guy who had been in Sudan started to argue and tell them not to read the Bible, the rest of the group made him be quiet. Abdoulaye was very encouraged by this time!

The next morning, my head still throbbing, we gathered our things and after another round of goat’s head soup, headed home. I arrived at the house around lunchtime, thankful to find a bottle of Alleve and a real bed…

Emmanuel

“Emmanuel” had just graduated from an Islamic school, having memorized the entire Qur’an, when he visited his cousin, one of my good friends and a Muslim-background believer (MBB). He wasn’t satisfied with what he had learned and said the Qur’an doesn’t have any help for him. My friend “Daniel” told him he could study the New Testament with him, but that if he’s looking for money or worldly things he wouldn’t find them there either. But Daniel told him that he could show him the way to eternal life, and that it was only found in Jesus. Emmanuel took a New Testament to read and came back a few hours later offended by what he had read. “How could you abandon the religion of our fathers?” Daniel simply told him it was the truth, and that he should keep reading. Emmanuel continued to read and discuss with Daniel what he was reading. They discussed how it could be possible for God to have a son, and that his son could become a man. This is a blasphemous thought to Muslims, and is explicitly denied in the Qur’an. They discussed the prophethood of Mohammed and how he compared with Jesus. Emmanuel became convinced that Mohammed was not sent by God and that Jesus was the best and final prophet. He professed faith in Christ and a desire to follow Christ.

Despite Daniel’s admonitions to Emmanuel to avoid confrontations with the Muslim community until he is well founded in his faith, Emmanuel immediately went out and began sharing publicly that Mohammed was not sent by God and that Jesus is superior in every way. This caused an incredible stir in the community as the news got out that a young man who had just completed memorizing the Qur’an has converted to Christianity. He was taken by force back to the Islamic school where he had studied, and the Sheikh there tried to figure out what had gone wrong. He decided that it was because he had only learned the Qur’an, and not the Hadiths (sayings and doings of Mohammed) so he set about trying to complete the education. After the futility of this became apparent, Emmanuel was taken to the central mosque in the town. He was set before the religious leaders of the town and told to take the Islamic oath, or shahada – “There is no god but Allah and Mohammed is his messenger.” This is where he caved, and in his weakness he took the oath. The pressure immediately subsided and he was set free, although under close watch of his family.

Emmanuel’s conversion brought shame to his family, and it was their job to remove the shame. It’s often the family who are the most hostile to a new convert, and this case was no different. They fully supported the proceedings against Emmanuel. His brother attempted to attack Daniel with a knife, but was prevented by another missionary who stepped in. Emmanuel was forbidden to see Daniel, though he managed to get him a letter expressing his grief and regret at having betrayed Christ as well as Daniel. He seemed to still believe, to still want to follow Christ, but was at a loss at how to proceed because of the swift and overwhelming force applied by the community against him. After a quiet few weeks, he left town to find work.

Emmanuel’s education in the Islamic school and his memorization of the Qur’an qualified him to work as a “faqi” – something like a combination between religious teacher and witchdoctor. When he fled he went to live with another faqi, several hundred kilometers from his hometown. Not having any other way to support himself, he began doing the work he was trained for. People would come with a problem and for a fee he would intercede on their behalf with God. He would pray for them, and he might write some Qur’anic verses on a special board, wash them off, and have the person drink the water. Or if the problem was fear of evil spirits or the “Evil Eye”, he might write the verses on paper, sew up the paper into a leather pouch, and the person would wear the pouch on their body for protection. It’s quite a lucrative business capitalizing on the fear that is ubiquitous here.

During this time, he also met a Christian from the southern part of Chad who was working as a nurse in the town. He confided in this new friend, sharing his story and his struggles, and they prayed and read the Bible together. He fluctuated between wanting to follow what he now believed was true and the allure of a life of relative ease, wealth, and approval of man.

Fortunately though, the story doesn’t end there. I recently took a trip with Daniel and some pastors from southern Chad and in the providence of God we ended up in a town not too far away from where Emmanuel is living. Daniel was able to get in touch with him and encourage him to come spend a day or two with us. He found a truck that was headed our way, and for a small fee they gave him a ride. He arrived in a nearby town around midnight and walked the remaining 10-15km to where we were staying. The next day, Sunday, he attended church with us. Daniel spent most of the day sharing with him, reading the Bible with him and praying with him. That evening, a group of us gathered to encourage him and pray for him. The Secretary General of the denomination was with us, and pastors and missionaries from all over Chad. He shared with us that he still believes, and that he’s struggling but that he wants to follow Jesus. He confessed the sins he’s struggling with. He said he wants to find another way to make a living and was considering fleeing to a town where he’s unknown. Daniel and the pastors encouraged him to stay and be a light where he’s at, because running isn’t the solution. They encouraged him with Daniel’s story of persevering under persecution and remaining in his community to be a light. He agreed that this was best and after circling around him and praying for him, we parted ways.

Yesterday I heard from Daniel that Emmanuel called him, and that he quit his work as a faqi because he “didn’t want to be in the Devil’s shadow anymore.”

Pray for Emmanuel. There are many unknowns, and he is still a “baby” in the faith. His worldview is still influenced by Islam in so many ways. These things don’t change overnight, but by the Spirit of God they do change for those who are his. Pray that he will find work. Pray that he will grow in his faith through reading scripture and that he will find ways to have fellowship with other believers. Praise God for his plan to call a new people to himself from every ethnic group on earth. He is working his plan, and will complete it, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable opposition. And he will get the glory.

Slavery of Fear

Recently The Gospel Coalition launched their Africa site, where reformed theologians, pastors and elders from all over Africa contribute posts dealing with issues and concerns unique to this part of the world. Of course, not all the issues African Christians face are unique, but some definitely are. One of those issues is the fear/power dynamic. The traditional African worldview is one of fear, and African religion provides a means of gaining power over those sources of fear – the spirit world, ancestors, and other people. The most powerful people in African society are often the local witchdoctors, who (for a fee) promise all kinds of power to the fearful individual. Children are believed to be especially vulnerable to evil spirits (and the high rate of infant mortality, mostly from preventable causes, doesn’t help here).

But isn’t Chad majority Muslim?

Of course in Chad, and across the entire continent of Africa north of about the 10th Parallel (10⁰ North of the Equator), Islam is the dominant religion. But Islam, primarily spread by the sword, cannot deal with underlying heart issues. One becomes a Muslim by repeating the shahada, literally the “testimony” that there is no God but Allah and Mohammed is the messenger of Allah. Issues of the heart are secondary, at best, to the 5 “pillars” of Islam: the shahada, the 5 daily ritual prayers, the Ramadan fast, giving of alms, and the pilgrimage to Mecca. You can do all these “works”, with a heart full of fear, pride, lust, etc. and still be considered a good Muslim.

So, in Chad as in other African Muslim countries, you have Muslim parents visiting the local witchdoctor (who doubles as Muslim cleric) to buy charms to tie onto their children to protect them from all sorts of dangers – sickness, death, evil spirits, etc. etc. The witchdoctor writes verses from the Qur’an on pieces of paper and sews them up in a leather pouch to be worn around the neck or waist by the kids. I’ve seen toddlers with 6 or 8 of these small pouches hanging around their neck. But not just kids, often adults will visit the witchdoctor for help getting pregnant, or cure for sickness, or protection from specific enemies, or just general protection from the “Evil Eye.” It’s not unusual to see and young man with these amulets tied around his upper arm. I heard the story the other day of a certain type of person who can control the locusts and will sometimes come to a farmer to demand money with threats of sending the locusts to eat his crop. For this specific problem, the witchdoctor will write verses from the Qur’an on a wooden board and then wash them off with water into a bowl. This water is then put in a bottle and sprinkled over the farmer’s field to protect it from locusts.

To my Western mind, this all seems ridiculous. My initial response is to dismiss it as ignorant nonsense. But I am rebuked by the Word, especially the Word made flesh, who lived in a society and culture not so different from the one we find ourselves in here in Chad. And Jesus didn’t dismiss the spiritual realm as “nonsense” or “nothing to be afraid of” but demonstrated his absolute power over it. He commanded demons to come out and they came out, and they went where he allowed them to go. Jesus liberated people from spiritual bondage and destroyed the strongholds of Satan. Jesus defeated fear by His power, and he still offers the same deliverance today by the power of the Gospel.

Pray for Chad. This is not a problem only for Muslims, but it continues to be a problem for the church in Chad as well. Fear can be a great temptation even for Christians when they forget that Jesus, who commands them not to fear (Matt. 10:28), has given them the power of the Holy Spirit to obey that commandment (John 14:26-27).

Here’s the article that spurred this post:

https://africa.thegospelcoalition.org/article/spiritual-insecurity-fear-gospel/

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