Thursday, September 14, 2017

I love to ride my bicycle


Here in León, my primary transportation is a bicycle. The pastors joke by calling it my car. Some of you may remember the bicycle blog from a few years ago, and I still have the same one although Raúl and a friend modified it quite a bit several months ago. When Dale from Resonate Global Mission came in June, he took some footage of me riding through the streets of León. By the way, I only rode this slow because Dale asked me to - normally I zip along! I hope you enjoy a glimpse of life here!

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Living in the gap

During my parents' recent visit, my mom commented to me, "It's easier for you to speak in Spanish now than English, isn't it."

The question has been echoing around in my head ever since. Is it? Do I live more easily in this Nicaraguan setting than in the North American setting? If so, what does that mean for me, for my ministry, for my constituents?

I haven't come up with any answers, just the beginnings of explanations.

Yes, most of my life, especially the emotional part, happens in Spanish. I am dating a Nicaraguan man. I live with a Nicaraguan woman. The people I call family here are Nicaraguan. My work bridges Nicaragua and North America, translating and interpreting between English- and Spanish-speakers.

Speaking in Spanish is like jumping in a pool for me. It's refreshing. I feel good speaking Spanish. I couldn't survive only speaking Spanish, just like I couldn't survive if I couldn't breathe air. Breathing air - like speaking English - is necessary. But maybe I prefer being in the water.

As I become more entrenched in Nicaragua, putting down roots and building relationships with people here, I have come to realize that the relationships that last are those with Nicaraguans. The missionary community here is very transient. Although there is a strong North American presence with the missionary and tourist communities in Nicaragua and especially León, the same people don't stay very long. So I have been focusing on the relationships that will be here long-term, and in the meantime, I think I have neglected some of my distance relationships. Forgive me for that, friends and supporters.

I have realized that there needs to be a balance. My ministry revolves around being able to bridge the cultural and language gaps between Nicaraguans and North Americans. Thanks to God, I think I am pretty good at it. However, it takes a lot of work to balance all these circles and relationships. North American family and friends, Nicaraguan family and friends, Nicaraguan pastoral networks and churches, North American pastors and churches, supporters of my ministry and beneficiaries of my ministry, Resonate Global Mission (formerly known as Christian Reformed World Missions) and the Nehemiah Center.

Some days I lean on one leg more than the other, and some days I can't stand doing the splits over the gap anymore. But by God's grace I'm trying. Trial and error, refocusing and trying again... That's what this life is about, isn't it? I'm open to advice. And again, sorry if you have felt neglected. Shoot me a note, and I'll remedy our lack of communication. Thank you for hanging in here with me as I struggle to live between two worlds.

And my comfort in all of this? We are all pilgrims passing through. This world is not our home. We are longing for the day when every nation and tribe and tongue stands before the Lamb, adoring God as one. Maybe living between worlds is just preparing me for the next life, giving me a taste of the glory of unity.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Skinny cows

When Joseph rose to power in Egypt, it was all because he knew his cattle. The pharaoh dreamed about 7 fat cows and 7 skinny cows, among other things. God revealed to Joseph the meaning of the dream, and Joseph became the second-in-command of Egypt. The 7 fat cows represented 7 good years of harvests, better than ever before. And the 7 skinny cows represented years of famine that would wipe away the good years that had come before.

At the Nehemiah Center, many of the pastors joke about the early years as being "fat cow" years. The programs had enough funding to take pastors to the beach for trainings, eat well, spend the nights in hotels, etc. Now we are living in the "skinny cow" years of financial crisis in the world economy and also in the Nehemiah Center budget. Thanks to God we have been able to make ends meet, but there is little cushion or margin for error in the budget. We definitely aren't spending any extra on luxuries.

The courtyard at the Nehemiah Center

However, the years of skinny cows are the ones in which God makes key moves. In the story of Joseph, the famine extended to his homeland of Canaan, forcing his family to go to Egypt where they heard there was grain stored up. The famine forced his brothers to desperately return to Egypt after their first encounter to rescue their imprisoned brother Simeon and reunite Joseph with his little brother, Benjamin. The skinny cow years weren't close to over, so Joseph invited his father and their entire household to move to Egypt. The skinny cow years brought unity and reconciliation.

Asking pastors in Chinandega to support the Nehemiah Center

I've witnessed a similar thing happen at the Nehemiah Center. Over the past year I have been involved with a funding campaign to raise funds for the administration of the Nehemiah Center. People at the Nehemiah Center have worked extra hard to be good stewards of our financial resources, and we have decreased our budgetary needs in many areas. However, we have also had to open up and be vulnerable with the pastors we serve. For the first time in Nehemiah Center history, we asked local churches to contribute offerings to the Nehemiah Center without being directly involved in training. The local church has been rallying to the call and expressing their support of the Nehemiah Center through words and finances. It's not enough to sustain the entire Nehemiah Center, but it's a start. Without the financial crisis, we wouldn't have had the courage or desperation to go and ask for support. Nothing much would have changed, and things would have stayed as they were; separate, dependent, alienated. By asking the Nicaraguan church for support, we have learned to trust God more, trust our local churches more, and trust ourselves more. Together, we can do this.

The first Nicaraguan donation to the Trumpet Call campaign from Getsemaní church in León

Maybe the years of the skinny cows aren't so bad after all.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Why Church Friendships?

Some of you may wonder what the big deal is about Church Friendships, the program I coordinate at the Nehemiah Center. Some days I wonder that myself. However, I recently had the opportunity to dig into some people's stories as well as the purpose of the program when Dale VandeGriend from Resonate (formerly Christian Reformed World Missions) came to do a video about my work with the Church Friendship Program.

The Church Friendship Program exists so that Nicaraguan and North American churches can be in a committed, long-term relationship based on prayer, communication, mutual learning, visits, and teamwork. They exchange ideas for ministry. They pray for the leadership of each other's churches. They spend weeks with each other in ministry and personal settings. The Church Friendship Program exists to help people understand and appreciate the body of Christ, diminishing our narrow views of the world and God's Kingdom.

There are three churches in León who participate with one church in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. When we asked a León pastor about his experience in the program, he said that it has been refreshing to him to have monthly meetings with the other Nicaraguan pastors. He always leaves that time having learned something new, laughed a bit, and prayed with his fellow pastors. They are a support network for him. When I asked a leader from the church in Canada why they are part of the friendship, here is what he said:
As we continue to explore what this friendship looks like some things have become very evident. At first we had no idea of how this would work, but now we are seeing the impact on individuals who have been part of visits but also our Church as a whole. As individuals it has been a journey of discovery for all involved, a journey of seeing God at work in a different country and Church. It has been a growing in the understanding of how big our God is. As a Church we have grown in our prayer. We continue to exchange prayer emails with each other to stay connected and are very intentional about sharing those with the congregation. On our last trip we brought some hand prints members of our congregation had made to the Churches and then brought back hand prints their members had made. These were put up in our fellowship hall along with some of the hand prints we had left. In the middle of this were the words Together In Faith.  The words speak to why we are involved in this friendship. 

 The Church Friendship Program brings this out for churches and their members - together in Faith. We hope that it will be a support network for those pastors who are involved, both locally and globally. The spiritual retreat aims to help Nicaraguan pastors and their families grow closer together as well as be able to relax as families and reflect on God's Word. The visits from North Americans - and hopefully one day Nicaraguans - aims to help them appreciate each other and be able to discuss ministry together better. As they get to know each other better, these churches become friends - and family in Christ.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

León Pastoral Retreat

Last weekend 20 people from three pastoral families in León and myself piled into three vehicles and took off for the beach. We rented a house near Gran Pacífica and spent Friday and Saturday relaxing, singing, and reflecting on the Word together. The house was a large VRBO find with five rooms and multiple double beds. The three pastoral couples who participate in the Church Friendship Program in León brought their households. As well as eating together, watching a movie, swimming, and taking walks along the beach, we went through five discussion themes.

First, we "unpacked" by asking ourselves how we are feeling at this moment, what stresses are we taking into this retreat, and giving these burdens to God. José, one of the young men at the retreat, said that he wants to implement the "unpacking" method of considering his emotions and tasks and bringing them to God more often.

In León, three pastoral couples participate in the Church Friendship Program at the Nehemiah Center. They brought their children and some close family members to the retreat, depending on the size of their family. Most of the people at the retreat are involved in ministry at the churches Getsemaní, Belén or Monte Horeb. We made quite a good chorus with the guitar that the pastors took turns playing because there was at least one worship leader from each church present. You can check out the choir in the videos. When we shared "Thanksgiving" time, it was hard to reel us in from the singing and sharing testimonies of how God has worked in our lives and lives of people around us.



Our homework for "Adoration" was to walk around and see how God talked to us through the creation of God in nature. It was raining lightly so many of the participants stayed at the house, but I decided to wander the beach. It was a lovely, overcast afternoon, and the raw beauty of the rocks and the plants along the shore reminded me that God is always bringing beauty from places we don't expect it. People see rocks as obstacles to swimming, and I saw them as beautiful texture where the water pools and the shells collect. It was a good afternoon of praise.


Another of the reflections was about "Confession" and asking ourselves what makes us hide from God or blame other people. We spent time quietly journaling after focusing on Genesis 3 and then affirming Christ's forgiveness in our lives.

The objective of the retreat was for the pastoral families to spend time together in quality time, reflect on the Word, and grow closer together with the other families in the program. From swimming in the Sea Salt pool on Saturday afternoon to teaching one another UNO to sharing meals together, I think that objective was reached. By the end of the retreat, people were expressing appreciation for each other and the time they could spend together.

 Our final reflection was based on John 15 and Jesus telling us to "Remain" in him. We shared our thoughts, and many of the participants shared that the way to remain in Christ is to bear fruit. May God be glorified by the fruit that these pastoral families produce in their lives, churches, and in the testimony of the unity of Christ in the Church Friendship Program.

Monday, May 1, 2017


As I write this post, I'm sitting bundled in a blanket with a sweatshirt on and my hair down. No, I did not decide to get a hotel room with air conditioning to survive the Nicaragua heat of 100+ F. I'm in Canada.
For the past few months I have been wanting to visit my grandparents, and I arranged a short trip to coincide with my parents and also to greet a supporting church for the Nehemiah Center. I arrived at my grandparents'  house in Taber on Wednesday night after a long but uneventful day of traveling, and I was pleasantly surprised to see them both up yet. We had a cup of tea before Oma got so sleepy she could hardly walk, and Opa and I chuckled about how her sleepiness catches up to her. The next day after our traditional porridge for breakfast, I took Opa on some errands. One of the stops, he told me, was to take care of an insurance issue. He told me where to park, and I unwittingly ushered him into a small and unassuming office. They asked for his license, which is standard procedure in Nicaragua so I thought nothing of it. Then they led him to a back room to take his picture and signature. By this time I thought we weren't getting his insurance renewed, and when I looked down at the paper my grandfather gave me, I was aghast to see "TEMPORARY OPERATOR'S LICENSE" across the top. "Opa! You shouldn't have your driver's license!" I exclaimed to the 90-year-old man in front of me hobbling with a walker and barely able to stand after a 10 minute transaction. He said it was for just in case, in the future. The rascal used me to renew his license when no one else would have done it for him! Yes, I have very poor observation skills for those of you who are wondering, and I was focusing on opening the door and moving the chairs, not what the office was called. Little did I know that three days later my clever opa wouldn't need any kind of ID, let alone a driver's license. Looking back, at least he got what he wanted before he died.

The next couple of days my parents were around town also, and we spent time with Opa and Oma, even going on a walk both afternoons. It was a very nice visit. When I said goodbye to Opa on Saturday before leaving for Edmonton, I fully expected to see him the next week again. Then my aunt got the text while I was giving greetings from the Nehemiah Center to the church. Opa had one last Sunday of prayer and song around his bedside before he went to his eternal rest.

I am in awe of God's timing, that I could be visiting just at the right time. Opa had really good days I was with him, with minimal pain and good energy. It's one of the best ways I could have asked for to have my last memories with him. 

Homer Oudman was a hardworking Dutch farmer who survived World War II, fighting in Indonesia, immigrating to Canada in the 50s, and a family of 10 children with all their children and grandchildren as well. He loved offering us treats and hated leaving leftovers after a meal. We could never drive the same route twice, and he always liked to go and look around at things. When my brother and I visited, Opa often took us to swim with him in the early mornings, and afterwards he would shout in his thick accent, "Do you need a slurrrpee for yourrr burrrrpee?" And we would go to the 7-11 to get slushies. He and Oma were at all my graduations, and they came for other special visits too. I appreciate their faith, prayer and family devotions at meal times. He could drive me crazy sometimes, but I'm so glad for all the time I could share with him. God's hand is very evident in the life of my Opa and also in that I could be close to share a last little bit with him.

Rest In Peace, Opa. 

Friday, April 14, 2017

Good Friday

The world mourns tonight.

The Savior has died. "But we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel..." protested Cleopas and his companion when the risen Jesus asked what they were so upset about. Hopes dashed, mixed messages and sstories that only result in a confusing jumble (Luke 24).

As we remember tonight that Jesus died, the world mourns. We mourn a Savior who seems to have not saved. We mourn the injustices suffered at the hands of oppressive regimes like the Roman empire. We mourn situations in Syria, Sudan, North Korea, etc. We mourn the accusations brought by religious leaders against those they perceive as a threat. We mourn for Palestinian Christians who are ostracized by their Muslim people as well as the Jews. We mourn our own helplessness against unjust systems. We mourn abortion, US foreign policy, human slavery and sex trafficking, poverty and homelessness. We mourn our part in nailing the Savior to the cross with our sin, our shame, our rebellion. We mourn that we are part of the religious people who marginalize, avoid or punish those we deem unworthy of God's grace. We mourn the unfairness of people being judged by their skin or race, locked inside (or outside) of walls and forced to go through humiliating and difficult processes to cross the barriers that we are told make us safe.

I mourn tonight. I mourn the rejection of tourist visas for Nicaraguan pastors who were going to visit their friends at their sister church. I mourn how I take my power and privilege for granted after sitting at a retreat on the beach pondering the Emmaus road story in Luke 24. I mourn the blindness that keeps me from seeing Jesus or seeing others as God does. I mourn my ignorance to see God's plan to make everything right with the world when it does not match my expectations.

It's Friday, but Sunday's coming; in the meantime, the world mourns, desperate for a Savior. Come, Lord Jesus.