Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Merry Christmas!

As you can imagine Christmas for me this year was a little different than usual.  Although I missed family, cold weather, and good food the desire to be home wasn't as bad as I expected. With no lights hanging from houses, Christmas trees with presents, or seasonal marketing around every corner the month just seemed like another month.  All that said I still had an amazing time that I'll remember the rest of my life.  

Since being with family wasn't an option we decided to spend most of our time with the boys at the orphanage.  Starting on the 22nd we planned 3 days of events, games, and movies with the boys.  It would be something similar to a youth group weekend getaway back in the states.  Here's some pictures from our adventures:

The boys performing a drama of The Christmas Story to the village

Heather (G.I. Jane) and I (Major Pain) were in charge of Christmas Boot Camp '09

ATTEND HUT!

Wheel barrow race

We had the boys at our place one night for a movie


That's 22 boys in my car

Albert had to sit in my lap for the 30 min ride back home

With a shortage in Christmas tree we had to make due with a cactus


Merry Christmas!


Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Join Me on an Outreach!

Below is a photo journal of the most recent outreach/church plant I went on.  While not all my trips are this adventures, this should give you a good idea of what a film outreach looks like.


Day 1: Finished packing the 4Runner with all the necessary equipment and hit the road by 10AM 
 
By 3pm we parked the car as far as the road allowed and started a 2 and 1/2 hike to the top of a small mountain were a remote church village was located
 

8pm the church pastor cooked us a village delicacy known as bushmeat (a.k.a giant rat)  

8:10pm I dined on the bushmeat 

9pm bedtime on the church floor

Day 2: 8am one of the church members gave us some sort of cross between an armadillo and possum which we ate for breakfast...forgot to take a picture eating it. 

10:30am we refueled on water before heading down the mountain

11:30am we stopped to take a photo on the way down...please notice the 3 church members who volunteered to be our sherpas. 

4pm we arrived at the next village (not on top a mountain) and played some games with the kids

8pm we showed the film More Than Dreams which is a 45 min testimony of a Muslim man that come to Christ

10pm Bedtime in the church

Day 3: 9am the pastor of the church gives us a live Chicken as we're leaving...which makes for a fun car ride.

9:30am got a flat tire on our way to the next village...not to uncommon with the rough roads we drive on

9pm another film show...this time a movie called Charms which address the issue of ideal worshipping. 


10:30pm bed time...yes once again on a church floor..this time there were no doors and we had a few spectators as we were going to sleep

Day 3: Finally got a shower....kinda


2pm arrived safely at the next village and started teaching some of the kids American football

4pm a little rest before our final film show

10pm to tired to set up tents in a small storage room

Day 5: 7am headed home

11:30am arrived safely back in Jos!


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

What's The Price For You?

Imagine yourself growing up in a rural all Muslim village with no electric or running water.  Starting at an early age you're taught that Islam is the only religion to follow. If your not farming or cooking you spend your free time literally doing nothing. Schooling is not an option as the closest school is 30 miles away and tuition fee run at about half your parents annual salary.  One day you start having reoccurring dreams in which you're approached by two men that claim Jesus is the way, the truth and the life.  Upon further discovery you realize this is the teaching of Christianity...What do you do?    

Below is a true story one of my friends recorded of a man from a similar background of the one you just envisioned.  As you will see the price for him to follow Christ is much higher than what we have to pay in America.  The question that scares me is...If I was in his shoes would I be willing to pay the price?"       

I DIDN'T LOOK FOR CHRIST, HE FOUND ME

‘I didn’t look for Christ, he found me’ is the first statement Ishayaku made when sharing his testimony. 

Indoctrinated to hate Christians from a young age, he grew up with no other religion but Islam. During secondary school Ishayaku began having dreams where two people came and started talking to him about Christ. These men were dressed in long white robes with red cord round their waist. Whilst he had never heard the gospel these men explained that Jesus was the way, the truth and the life and shared with him from the book of John.  During his time at secondary school this happened three times with the men disappearing as he woke.  

As he returned home from school during the holidays he told his mother about the dreams and she was convinced evil spirits had possessed him. She called an Islamic scholar who began to pray for him. As the men wore white and red, the scholar decided that they should sacrifice mixed red and white chickens to ward off these spirits. However even after doing this, these men still kept appearing.

Three days later he decided to become a Christian and upon hearing this his mother cried and started ripping off her clothes. She told him if she had known this from the start when she had given birth she would have killed him. During this time his father was not around, but when he returned his mother told him what had happened.

His father proceeded to disown him saying he would have no inheritance. Then having called over a dog said that it meant more to him than his son. Finally he fetched ash and threw it into the wind to symbolize the end of their relationship.  

Over the following weeks his mother tried to poison him three times. God protected him enabling him to see each time that there was something wrong with the food. In one instance the food looked the wrong colour (ie it was green) and in another they had injected his food with an orange poisonous liquid. 

Ultimately he was forced to flee home and yet at this point he was yet to meet another Christian. With no where to go and it already dark he entered a derelict building to sleep and was shocked when a man pulled up and told him to get in his car. He didn’t know this man and after getting in fear gripped him because at that time men were kidnapping and killing people for rituals. 

Ishayaku was told to keep silent in the vehicle, with the driver making it clear he already knew the situation. Having entered a town in Kano state where there were Christians, the driver took him to a church. It was here that a pastor from the church took him in and after doing so the driver promptly disappeared. While the gate keeper of the church compound had seen the car enter with him no one had left and the car and driver have never been seen since. 

The pastor of the church where he was taken decided for his own safety that he should be transferred to the safe house where he could be discipled in the word. It has been a long time since Ishayaku has seen his family but will sometimes speak to his mother by phone. Whilst she is one of the top Islamic debaters in Kano state, she has since admitted that her god is not as powerful as that of her sons as he has protected him through everything she has done. She has also asked who Jesus is, through which he directed her to Koran where there are over 99 verses which talk about Christ. 

Although his father has commanded if anyone sees Ishayaku to kill him, he is determined to visit his mother and share with her. For he believes the Bible when it says, ‘Greater is he that is in you than he who is in the world.’ Until it is God’s time to take him nothing can touch him. 

Ishayaku has come to know more than many will ever comprehend Psalm 27 v 10 ‘Even if my father and mother abandon me, the Lord will hold me close.’
 

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Vacation...Yea baby!

So last week I got to go on my first true vacation since arrive 6 months ago.  About 7 hours drive south of where I live is a hidden getaway called Obadu. Tucked away in one of the highest points in Nigeria (5,000 ft) Obadu can give the illusion that your not actually in Africa, but rather somewhere in the rockies.  

Unrealized until I arrived, it was some much needed time off.  I spent four days relaxing at a pool which sat at the base of 360 degrees of mountain viewing, hiking to and swimming at some of the many waterfalls, and eating my first "true" steak since arriving.  While it was tough to leave I'm glad to be recharged and back in swing of things here in Jos.  

Here some pictures from the trip:


That's right...there was diving board


And a slide

This would be the village I'd want to live in

This was an hour hike at like a 40 degree slope...not for the babies

The hike was worth it when you made it to the falls






Sunday, September 27, 2009

Stuck in a Rut


Last week I went on a 3 day Church planting/film outreach to remote villages here in Nigeria.  After an hour and a half of following a motorcycle only path and crossing a bridge I was nervous to even walk on, we managed to hit a patch of soft mud that buried the left side of the car to the fame.  We were so deep that I had to exit the vehicle through the passenger side.  




Aware from a previous trip that the 4X4 wasn't working properly I had the mechanic fix it before I left for this trip.  Well...come to find out --the hard way-- he only fixed the 4X4 indicator light on the dash board...which comes in very handy when your stuck in mud.

Thankfully before we left I purchased a shovel and tow rope.  While the tow rope couldn't be of much use with not other vehicle in sight, the shovel was a life saver.  Two hours and 10 Nigerian villagers later we managed to get free!  

Unfortunately, due to the lost time and fear that we may get stuck again and not make our destination by night fall we had to turn back.  Needless to say, it was an experience. 

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Orphanage Football Match

A few weeks ago some others and I arranged for a football match between the boy at our two care centers in Jos. The match served as a good social stepping stone for the boys at Gidan Bege as they will soon be leaving to go to Gyero full time (much like moving from elementary to middle school). Gyero walked away with the victory 3-0.

Here's a few pictures:

Team Gyero Team Gidan Bege


















Thursday, September 3, 2009

A New Man (Simon Update)


A few months ago I shared a testimony of how God used a stolen Ipod to change a boy name Simon's destiny forever.  In just a short time it's be amazing to see how God has worked in this young mans life.  Below is a verbatim copy of a hand written letter he gave me this past week.  It doesn't get much better than this... 

Dear Uncle Dustin,
Thanks you for the things that have be doing for me.  God will bless you and thank you for the bible I will more about God in that bible so that I will teach other people too.  God will give you things so that you will give those who dont have.  God will give you a good wife and he will bless your child.  I dont have anything to give you only to say thank you.  

Good bye 
Love Simon Daweng Davow


Monday, August 31, 2009

A Taste of Home

In coming to Africa for an extended period of time you know your sacrificing things often taken for granted.  Family, friends, constant electricity, the lake, and mexican food are just a short list of the comforts left back home.  But just the other day I managed to get one of these comforts back....Golf!  

About 15 minutes from my house in a more remote area of Jos I discovered Flamingo Golf Course.  Like many things here it quite different than the norm back home.  For instance, greens are called browns (you'll see why in the pic below) and large rocks in the middle of the fairway make for a much different hazard than sand.  One positive quality of Nigerian golf is price, 18 holes cost about $5 plus another $2 for the caddy (no golf carts).  While it's not exactly the same as back home I'm just ecstatic to stumble across an activity that I thought wouldn't be played until I returned.   

Friday, August 14, 2009

Ruth & Sarah Update


(Ruth is the girl smiling on my lap)

I want to thank everyone for the continue prayer and concern for the two girls (Ruth and Sarah) who were rescued from a demonic colt less than a month ago.  I happy to report that the girls seem to be making a smooth transition.  

Ruth (age 6) has wasted no time making new friends and adapting to her new environment.  She has quickly become one of my favorite girls at Gyero.  As you can see in the attached photos she has an amazing smile.  Sarah (age 11) on the other hand hasn't quite adjusted as quickly as her younger sister but is coming along very well considering what she's been through the last month.

One really cool things to witness this past month was how the girls living with Ruth and Sarah rallied around them in their struggles.  When the sisters were awaken with nightmares in the night, other girls in the compound - some who have been through similar situations - would wake up to pray and worship with the girls and their Auntie to help get them back to sleep...an unselfish act not commonly found in kids.

Please continue to pray for these girls and others alike as this seem to be one of the fast growing need in our ministry. 
Ruth
Sarah

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Nigeria vs. Kenya




Last month a group of us here is Jos made the 4 hour drive to Abuja to watch Nigeria take on Kenya to qualify for the 2010 World Cup.  Having never been to a professional soccer/football match my expectations were formed from the wild highlights I'd seen on TV.  So, not wanting to look like a first time spectator I went all out by wearing a Nigerian jersey, waving a Nigeria flag, and painted my face green and white (colors of the Nigerian flag) with homemade face paint. 

In a stadium designed for 60,000 people, they managed to squeeze 70,000 in to the game by not leaving a stair or aisle unoccupied.   As no good sport match is without, a small fight in the stands broke out a few rows in front of use.  Spectator activity such as this and chanting helped to keep my attention in between goals. 

Nigeria ended up walking away with a 3-0 victory and a spot in the 2010 World Cup in South Africa.  Although a little more mundane than American football, I have to admit I'm really starting to enjoy the "real" football.