Archive for October, 2007

Sea turtles and mahi mahi

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

Postcard from Puerto Escondido: Wishing you were here…

Our church planting team is taking a team retreat for a couple of days on the coast of Oaxaca, which is a gorgeous place.  This morning we went on a boat tour to look for cool sea creatures and do a bit of fishing.  We didn’t see any dolphins or whales, but we saw a number of sea turtles.  One of the turtles we got to jump into the water with.

The thing that really surprised us was the fishing!  We didn’t expect to catch much of anything, but we ended up catching a bonita and three mahi mahi (one isn’t pictured).  A little restaurant right on the beach cooked up some of the mahi mahi for lunch, and it was delicious.

Wish you were here!  Below are some photos…

CPT in Puerto Escondido

Sea turtle

Tino, Ali, and our guide with a turtle

A beautiful mahi mahi

Our guide with a mahi mahi

Our catch

The prize of the day

Only in Arkansas…

Friday, October 26th, 2007

My dad wrote the following email and gave me permission to post it here.  (Our family originally hails from the South):

What [your aunt] calls “the Memphis factor” is much too widespread to be identified with only that city.  However, I do believe it’s especially evident in the South.  A good example occurred yesterday when a friend of a friend here in Little Rock had a “going away” party for a lady in her office.  One of their supervisors called the Little Rock Wal-Mart and ordered the cake.

He told them to write:

“Best Wishes Suzanne” and underneath that write “We will miss you”.

The attached picture shows how the cake turned out..

I’ll spare you my analysis.

 Arkansas Cake

Lauryn’s 4th birthday

Friday, October 26th, 2007

Lauryn turned 4 yesterday.  Amazing how fast they grow up!  A few days before, she had a princess birthday party, together with two other daughters of staff members who also turned 4 in October.  Lauryn asked for a blue diamond cake.  I guess that’s in the tradition of her father, who asked for a purple sunshine cake when I was about her age.  Here are some photos:

Birthday Girls

Blue Diamond Cake

Erin

Chris and Jenna

Lauryn

Survey says

Friday, October 26th, 2007

In a couple of recent posts (here and here), I have explained how our church planting team began September focusing on making a lot of new friends. As we develop new friendships, we are making it a point to somehow bring up Jesus or talk about spiritual matters in the first 30 minutes of conversation with someone new.

One of the tools we developed to help us talk to a lot of people was a survey. I have usually not been a big fan of using surveys as an evangelistic tool, feeling them to be impersonal and a substitute for developing authentic relationships. In our case, though, it seemed to be a good idea. It’s important for us to be learners in our community, rather than coming in as people who have all the answers. We wanted to show people that we are here to listen and, as much as possible, to serve in the way that the locals feel is best.

We developed a survey about the needs of the community. Our team went around to houses and asked questions about what people see as the greatest needs and what role we could possibly play in meeting those needs. Doing the surveys provided a great opportunity to talk about Jesus. We introduced ourselves as members of a nonprofit organization whose purpose is to demonstrate the love of Christ while serving. We even asked people what they think is the best way someone could demonstrate Jesus’ love here. This prompted a lot of questions about God and opened up doors for good conversations. In one case, Pam and Ali (members of our team) have been able to return and study the Bible several times with a lady they met doing surveys and that lady’s friend.

The other benefit to the surveys is that we now have a lot of research to help us decide how to meet needs of the community. We are going to study the surveys and brainstorm ways to help. This will be a long-term process. We want anything we do to continue after we leave, which means that we need to encourage the involvement of the locals, instead of doing everything ourselves. Helping organize the locals to solve their own problems will require developing relationships and earning their trust over a period of time.

The surveys gave us a good start to meeting new people, sharing Jesus, and investigating the needs of the community and ways we can serve.

Do you pass the 30-minute challenge?

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

I recently read a great book by Daniel Sinclair on cross-cultural church planting, entitled A Vision of the Possible: Pioneer Church Planting in Teams. Here is an interesting excerpt that has challenged our church planting team lately:

A close friend of mine, who is an evangelist, advises all gospel workers to somehow bring up Jesus with every new acquaintance in the first thirty minutes of conversation. Why? Sociologists say that we share virtually all the things that are most important to us with a new relationship within the first half-hour of total talk time. In other words, if you speak to a neighbor six times for five minutes per conversation over the period of a month, you will have most likely told him most of what is most central in your life. (p.130)

Is this good advice that Sinclair shares? Have you ever experienced not saying anything about Jesus with a new friend, and then finding spiritual matters harder and harder to talk about the longer the relationship went on? I sure have. It seems that the earlier I bring Jesus into a relationship, the more freely I am able to share the gospel with someone. I was especially intrigued by Sinclair’s view when taking into account that his church planting work has been primarily in a Muslim context! Surely if he can apply this 30-minute principle in his work, then I can apply it in mine…

I explained in a recent post how our church planting team has been applying the parable of the soils. In that parable, the sower spreads the seed of the Word all over the place. We are now trying to do the same in our town by applying the 30-minute rule – bringing up Jesus in the first 30 minutes of conversation with a new friend.

In the past, we had been fairly timid about sharing the gospel with a new acquaintance, preferring to wait until we had spent a lot of time with them and built quite a bit of trust. There are some good cultural reasons for placing a lot of importance on earning trust, but the problem with waiting so long to talk about Jesus is twofold: 1) It makes the gospel harder to talk about later on, and 2) It takes a lot longer to discern whether someone might be “good soil” that is receptive to the seeds of the Word that are planted.

As of late, we have been a lot bolder about bringing Jesus into conversations sooner. The results so far have been good. Earlier on in relationships we know who to invest the most time in, because we see right away how open (or not) a person is to the gospel. Don’t get me wrong – we are still careful to develop good relationships with people, built on trust, and this takes time. It’s just that we bring the gospel into the relationship a lot sooner, which equals more seeds of the Word being sown, which equals more and better chances to find good soil, which equals us having a better idea of which relationships in which to invest the most time. This equals – we hope – more effective ministry in the long run.

What do you think? Do you agree with this philosophy? Have you ever experienced something similar? Do you have a counterexample? Leave a comment a share your thoughts!

(If you are interested in the book A Vision of the Possible, there is a good, chapter-by-chapter discussion of it going on right now on this blog.)

A good change

Monday, October 22nd, 2007

October ‘07 Birthday Party

Tonight was the monthly birthday party at our missions base, where we celebrated all staff members and missionary training school students who have birthdays in October. This month, we encouraged everyone to invite Mexican friends to join us. We served a meal and invited a rap group from a local church to come and perform.

I was encouraged as I looked around at dinner tonight, because I think probably more of our staff and students invited people who came than at any similar event we’ve had in the past several years. We’ve had lots of locals come before, but they’ve often mostly been friends of our directors. This time, it felt like a lot of different people had someone here they had personally invited, and a number of those who came were new friends that have just been made in the past month or two.

It’s exciting, because I think our ministry as a whole right now is doing the best job we’ve done at being salt and light in our daily lives, reaching out to whoever we come into contact with. A lot of this I would attribute to a major shift in our strategy a few months ago, which I will explain in future posts. In the past, our base has been almost exclusively a gringo hub, but I’m seeing more and more Mexicans around here these days, especially those who live around us in our neighborhood. Seeing a large dining room full of Mexicans and Americans mingling and enjoying each other’s company tonight was cool.

What’s a gringo, anyway?

Wednesday, October 17th, 2007

I figured I’d better address this one, since that term my show up in my blog from time to time.  I imagine that most people are familiar with the term, though some may not be.  ‘Gringo’ is a term used in Mexican Spanish to refer to a white North American.

The origin of the term is the subject of much debate.  If you’re interested, check out the Wikipedia entry on it.  Where we are, the most common (though probably incorrect) explanation we get from Mexicans of the origin of the word is that it came out of the Mexican-American War.  The story goes that the American soldiers were wearing green uniforms.  The Mexicans would overhear the American commanders yelling, “Green, go!  Green, go!”, hence the term ‘gringo’.

In Oaxaca, only a few people call us gringos.  Many people are afraid that we think the term is offensive (and apparently some Americans are offended by it, though I’m not sure why), so we often get a chuckle or a surprised response when we use ‘gringos’ to refer to ourselves.

The term most commonly used to refer to white people around here is ‘güero’, (which is pronounced more or less WHERE-oh).

Our application of the Parable of the Soils

Saturday, October 13th, 2007

Our church planting team made a change to our evangelistic strategy this year that was largely influenced by the Parable of the Soils in Mark 4.  Neil Cole of the Leadership Network shares some great insight on this parable in his fantastic book Organic Church, to which I’m going to have to devote at least an entire post at some point in order to do it justice.  Here is Jesus’ explanation of the Parable of the Soils in Mark 4:14-20:

14 The farmer sows the word. 15 Some people are like seed along the path, where the word is sown. As soon as they hear it, Satan comes and takes away the word that was sown in them. 16 Others, like seed sown on rocky places, hear the word and at once receive it with joy. 17 But since they have no root, they last only a short time. When trouble or persecution comes because of the word, they quickly fall away. 18 Still others, like seed sown among thorns, hear the word; 19 but the worries of this life, the deceitfulness of wealth and the desires for other things come in and choke the word, making it unfruitful. 20 Others, like seed sown on good soil, hear the word, accept it, and produce a crop-thirty, sixty or even a hundred times what was sown.”

The Holy Bible : New International Version. electronic ed. Grand Rapids : Zondervan, 1996, c1984, S. Mk 4:14-20

Our team looked at this parable and started talking about the fact that the people we meet fall into all the different soil categories.  I don’t think Jesus’ purpose in this parable was to reduce the work of evangelism to a mathematical formula, but if we go ahead and draw some rough percentages from His explanation, we can reasonably assume that as many as three quarters or more of the people with whom we develop relationships will not turn out to be good, fruit-bearing soil.  That’s important to consider when you’re a team of six people with limited time in a town of 20,000 people.  We need to find a way to invest as much time as possible into people who are the kind of soil that is going to bear fruit.

In past years, we tended to get ourselves very committed early on to a small number of people we were befriending and sharing the gospel with.  Upon entering a new village, the first few people who were willing to talk to us became the people we spent almost all our time with, hoping to earn their trust and see a spiritual breakthrough in their lives.  The problem with this is that we picked friends with very little consideration as to whether they might be good soil.

It’s interesting to note that, in the Parable of the Soils, only one of the four kinds of soil failed to produce any kind of plant.  In the other three soils, a plant sprung up from the seed that was sown.  In the short run, plants in any of those three soils might have looked like they would bear fruit.  Only over time did troubles, persecution, worries, and the desires of the world keep these plants from fulfilling their purpose.  Very generally speaking, we can assume that as many as two-thirds of the people who initially receive the Word sown inside of them ultimately won’t bear fruit.  These could be people who give every appearance of being good plants – they might be baptized, they might get involved with the church, they might have a lot of the right beliefs, but in the end they won’t bear fruit.

That’s a sobering thought for a church planting team.  We decided we want to invest as much of our time as possible in sowing seeds and cultivating plants in good soil.  If we were to immediately hone in on the first several people we meet, our chances of doing this successfully would be pretty slim.  We determined that we needed to begin this year by meeting as many new friends as possible.  We will be faithful in sowing gospel seeds everywhere we go, and then see which soils begin to grow plants.  As it becomes evident that certain people have not at this time received the Word we have scattered, we will stop investing much energy in those relationships.  Then we will watch the people who are sprouting up young seedlings to see which of those plants survive and begin to bear fruit.  Over time, through this process of starting broad and then narrowing our relational focus, we hope to see each member of our team end up with a core group of several disciples who represent mostly good soil.  These are the people to whom we will give most of our time and energy.

The result so far?  Well, we began employing this strategy about 5 weeks ago.  In that time, I think I can safely estimate that our team has met and begun cultivating relationships with over 120 or so new people.  These are neighbors, people in the park, store owners, soccer teammates, aerobics classmates, English class students, teachers, government authorities, and more.  We have shared Christ in some way or had some sort of spiritual conversation with almost all these people.  We have already begun to study the Bible with about five individuals or families.  This represents a marked improvement over our old strategy of focusing on a couple of friends and hoping to see them become interested in spiritual matters.

Time will tell how effective this strategy truly ends up being, but the early signs are encouraging.

sMOOth operator

Thursday, October 11th, 2007

Every month at our mission base, we have a big birthday party to celebrate all the people who have birthdays that month.  The parties are wild affairs, usually involving costumes and crazy games and contests.  In the spirit of good fun, I usually put some work into my costume for each month’s party.  This surprises some people.  Apparently, I come across as the serious type, supposedly not given to much silliness.

So for our September birthday party we had a hoedown–the type of thing that often happens in a barn, if I’m not mistaken.  I, therefore, dressed up as a cow.  Not just any cow, but a cool cow.  Here are some pictures:

sMOOth operator

     Today’s marketing is all about choice…

We were broken up into teams for this party, and one of the contests we had was to put together some sort of a skit themed according to our team’s costumes.  On my team we had a couple of guys who are pretty good rappers, so we did a rap about a backwoods Arkansas cow that moved to L.A. and turned into a gangsta in the ‘hood.  The best part was that the cow became a Christian, too, so it started doing cool stuff like giving its milk away.  It was good stuff; we had a fun time with it.  Bet you’ve never seen a cow do the ‘worm’ before!

(Bonus: Two points for anyone who can leave a comment correctly explaining what’s wrong with my costume.)

I Delivered Our Baby

Monday, October 8th, 2007

Newborn Jenna

No, I am not a doctor, and no, it was not an emergency.  (And yes, maybe we’re a little bit crazy – they say that to move to another country as a missionary you have to be a bit loco to begin with!)  Jenna Kristin Leake was born in our home here in Mexico on June 29, 2007, weighing in at a healthy 8 pounds, 14 ounces.

Our first daughter, Lauryn, was born in Colorado (top-notch doctors, great hospital with new, state-of-the-art maternity ward, the whole bit), and Molly was born in the capital city of our state here (clean, comfortable hospital and a doctor who spoke perfect English since she was trained in the U.S.).  This time, we decided to have the baby in our smaller market town, since sitting around in the capital city for two weeks waiting for a baby to be born is a pain.  That left us with a few options to consider for the birth:

• Have the baby at the local government hospital.  The hospital is clean and provides good care, but the difficulty is they don’t let husbands be with their wives during the delivery.  They’re also quick to do C-sections – the kind of thing most women would like to avoid if at all possible.
• Have the baby at home with a local midwife.  The midwives here are certainly experienced, and in many cases they only charge about US$5 and a 2.5-liter bottle of Coke, but many of them also employ witchcraft or other shady spiritual practices.
• Pay for a private doctor to come to our house and deliver the baby.  But why pay all that money for someone to come here, drug Erin up (something she was quite opposed to), and then play catch?  Anyone can do that…right?  (I know, I’m sure I’m riling some mothers with that statement – so leave a comment and explain to us why “there’s a whole lot more to it than that”!  Mom, this means you.)
• Have me deliver the baby at home.  I think this idea originally came up because of some wisecrack I made, but Erin was the one who actually first threw it out there for serious consideration.  (Believe me, we would not have done it if it were my idea that I had to sell her on!)  We prayed about it and discussed it for a few weeks and felt a lot of peace about doing it this way.  I don’t think we ever would have tried to deliver Jenna at home if Erin hadn’t already had two smooth births without complications, though.

The decision made, I studied up for the big day by reading a book, asking a few questions of people who have experience with childbirth, and drinking of that vast fountain of knowledge known as the Internet.  I did my homework, and we were confident with our decision, so when Erin finally went into labor, I really wasn’t that nervous.  And we had the cell phone number of a local doctor who was willing to come to the house, just in case.

Quick, boil some water!

Erin went into labor early on Friday morning, June 29.  After about 9 hours of contractions, with me encouraging and coaching her (although, can you really coach a woman through that sort of thing?), Jenna entered the world following just a short while of pushing.  Everything went great – no complications, she had all her fingers and toes, and I didn’t drop her.  I was a little nervous for a few minutes after she came out – she was pretty blue since she was born at high altitude.  After a few minutes, though, we got her airways cleared out and she started crying more, which made her turn a more normal color.  Yes, I cut the cord, and yes, we used sterile scissors and a sterile tie.  Apart from that, there really wasn’t too much to it except cleanup.

It was a really special event – one that our family will treasure.  Erin’s mom got to be in the room for the whole thing, as did a girl from my in-laws’ church who was here on a mission trip and is training to be a doula.  I think it was the first live birth she had been at.

When we called my mom shortly afterwards to tell her the good news, she had two things to say:  1) “Is she okay?”, and then, once I answered in the affirmative, 2) “Christopher, don’t you ever do that again!”  I heard that some of the single guys down in the dining hall at our missions base, though, were talking about how they thought it would be pretty awesome to deliver their own babies someday.