Sunday, November 13, 2011

It's a Small World ... and a Big God After All

Jim Hagen was a member of Gold Country Baptist Church (GCBC) here in the small town of Shingle Springs, CA, before he retired and moved to Idaho. Several years ago when he was in Congo on a trip (he also has a family connection there), he met a seminary student named Didier ... and a wonderful relationship developed between Didier and his adopted "Papa Jim."

A young boy named Joel came into Didier's care in the ensuing years and Jim knew of a family in his church in Idaho who wanted to privately adopt. I think it was in 2007 that the Cowley family in Jim's church in Idaho was able to adopt this boy from Didier's home.

In the summer of 2010, Jim Hagen and Didier visited California, and let our church know Didier would be able to share in our morning service if we desired. This is what Jaime wrote on our blog:

"Last June 2010 a native pastor from Congo (aka DRC) came to share with our church ...
He was hard to understand.
He spoke for only 15 minutes.
It was riveting!
It was life-changing.

He spoke of the despair and devastation in his country ... Babies are discarded ... Life is bare and hard. But this mans hope is not in this world. His hope is in the Lord. He lives each day for the hope of glory!

His name is Didier Mukotshi. He is a pastor of 2 churches, father of 6, and has opened his heart to orphans. When he came to visit our church he asked for help with the well because it was necessary to have it to open the orphanage (by January 1, 2011).

I knew I could take a baby from the other side of the world, give love, home, family, care... the Gospel. I knew this was not beyond our physical and emotional capabilities. But I did not know how.

We started the process of a "Independent International Adoption." It took tons of time, research, reading, questioning... to understand what that is and how we were going to do it. [A big part of this was phone and email conversations between Jaime and Amy Cowley in Idaho, as talking with someone who had actually completed an adoption through Didier and this country was vital for us having the comfort level to proceed] There were only about 10 adoptions in the DRC in 2009. Total.

Our goal was to have the American homestudy process done by January 1, 2011, so we could take the first baby available. We did! We had all the piles of paper and requirements ready. We had prayed about age, sex, number of children to take... We felt a boy, under two would be best for our family."
 
 
Back to November 2011. Another family that used to be a part of GCBC, the Price family, moved to Idaho a couple years ago. Jaime told them about Didier speaking at their church this past Sunday and the Price family visited and took these pictures with him.
What's interesting is that Mike, the boy's math teacher, is married to Amy Cowley below - they are the couple who first adopted through Didier and in some sense helped start the whole process that has brought other children adopted through Didier to our community in CA, including the Price's former pastor's family, the Laytons! Here is the Cowley family with Didier, and Joel has become quite a handsome young man.
Some might say "it's a small world after all." I would say "He's a big God after all."
 
 
God's Providence moves in mysterious ways. Consider some of the providential connections:
- If Jim hadn't been a trusted member of GCBC we probably wouldn't have brought a complete stranger named Didier to come to speak to our church in June 2010
- If we hadn't met Didier and had this providential connection with a trustworthy pastor from Congo opening an orphanage at the same time God was moving in our hearts toward adoption, we undoubtedly would not have ever pursued adoption from Congo, much less a risky private adoption
- If it weren't for our church helping Didier's property get a well so they could open their orphanage in the time frame they did ...
-if it weren't for Jim's church in Idaho having a family who had already adopted through Didier Jaime could talk to (Amy) ...
-if it weren't for us meeting with Jim Hagen to discuss our adoption and inviting our friends the Wilmarths and Loucks who also wanted to adopt and were right behind us in the process ...
-if I hadn't gone to Congo in August with the Wilmarths (I was initially considering not going) and let Didier know we would still like to adopt a little boy if one became available ...
-if it weren't for some of the providential connections with people in Congo we were able to establish or strengthen on that first trip ...
-if God hadn't providentially guided us to Matteus on September 6, 2011 ...
-if God hadn't given me personal contacts with key people in Congo who knew my situation and loss with my first son and wanted to help me in extraordinary ways to adopt the second time in a miraculous timeline ...
 
 
We could multiply all kinds of "if's" ... but as I looked at 5 Congolese kids last night who were all playing together at the Louck's home (Matteus Layton, Brandon and Kara Wilmarth, Jamie and Jordan Loucks), I could only marvel at the Providence of God who not only predestines our spiritual adoption (Ephesians 1:5) but also orchestrates all things according to His sovereign will (v. 11). It's hard to imagine not seeing the joy that these little ones have brought to our families from the series of events above, and it makes me marvel at the God who has adopted me and works all things together for good for His children. 
 
 
He's a big God after all.
   

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Didier at the Layton house

Exactly 2 months ago today, I told a 1-year-old "I will not leave you as an orphan, I will come to you" (John 14:18, which Didier helped me say in Swahili, "meta kuya tain" or something like that). That day I boarded a plane in Congo to return to the U.S. after my first trip praying God would allow me to come back and to return with the little fella in my arms. Exactly 2 weeks ago today, that prayer was answered when after 18 long hours, a 747 touched down in Washington D.C. with a very tired dad and his very wiggly and whiny son!

Didier, Matteus, and I arrived on U.S. soil together 2 weeks ago today then parted planes as he headed to Idaho and the 2 Laytons headed to California (you can read Phil's and Matteus' separate perspectives of their journey on earlier blogs). Today the 3 were reunited along with the Layton family in our home and Jim Hagen and Ray and Judy Hill, who are hosting them, and Mary Barb, who helps with our kids on Wednesdays. It was a full house and full of joy as we recounted the blessings and how much Matteus has changed since he first came to the orphange 2 months ago (and even since Didier saw him last) and how well he's doing as well as the Wilmarth twins they saw yesterday.

Yesterday's blog title about Adam and Matteus could also be the title of the relationship Didier and I have in Christ: 2 brothers, 2 colors, 1 race, 1 family. If you haven't already, you'll have to read that one to see what I mean, but we're almost twins wearing these matching shirts from Congo below - in case you can't tell I'm the one on the right.


As Didier walked into our house Matteus seemed a little confused, and was surprisingly quiet despite being around the Swahili-speaking Papa Didier who he loved and loved his moto-car in Congo. But once he figured out Didier wasn't going to take him away but was just here for dinner, he was running and laughing and goofing around (Matteus that is). And when Ray and Judy gave him a present including a toy truck that carries several moto-cars and drives itself and makes all kinds of fun noises when you push buttons, he was as happy as a 1-year-old can possibly be. Mom and Dad are debating taking the batteries out later as it has no volume moderation ;)


For dinner, Didier bought okra, his favorite Congolese food, and taught Jaime how to cook it (Didier was once a chef for a few years).



Jaime cooked chicken adobo (a Filipino chicken over rice with vinegar / soy sauce, very tasty) so it was quite the international meal. Topped off with ice cream and brownies, first time for Matteus but he knew what to do with it and did so gladly!


It was a great day and way to celebrate the 2-week anniversary of our son's homecoming with the whole family and our beloved brother Didier who helped bring him to us, and we were honored to host this family member in our home. Didier is not only my brother, as far as I'm concerned, he is practically my twin.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

2 brothers, 2 colors, 1 race, 1 family

As these brothers play, they have no idea that many in the world consider them from different races. The truth is, they're not from different races. They're from the same race. If you were at our church last Sunday (and were paying attention) you already know what I'm talking about.
















Even within biological families, children are not always the same "color," and it's the same within the greater human family in greater measure because of God-given and God-intended diversity. In South America and India for example, it's not uncommon for parents of middle-brown shades to have children of multiple shades, different colored hair and eyes.

Strikingly different-colored children are possible not even in the same family but in the same uterus! Below are some twins (not identical, obviously) one who takes after part-Nigerian mom, the other looks much more like the caucasian English father.


Below is another set of British twins and their mum Kerry: Layton on the left (great name by the way!) and Kaydon on the right.


One couple even had "black-white" twins twice! Didier told me in Congo there was a couple who also had 2 kids, one very dark skinned, the other very light skinned.

Are their children different "races"? Not anymore than my sons Matteus and Adam are. There is no such thing as different races, scientifically or scripturally, a fact that much of the scientific community has recognized in the last 10-20 years, but a fact not as much of the general public or Christian world has recognized.

Scientists used to believe skin color had to do with "race." They now tell us we're actually all the same color, just different amounts of it in our skin (melanin is brown and different shades are just a part of genetic combinations, we're all just different shades of brown). Many scientists also now tell us that we're actually all in the same race, and that old idea of multiple "races" of humanity was bad science.

A scientist at the Advancement of Science Convention in Atlanta stated, “Race is a social construct derived mainly from perceptions conditioned by events of recorded history, and it has no basic biological reality ... Curiously enough, the idea comes very close to being of American manufacture.” (R.L. Hotz, "Race has no basis in biology, researchers say," Cincinnati Enquirer, p. A3, February 20, 1997)

Reporting on research conducted on the concept of race, ABC News stated, “More and more scientists find that the differences that set us apart are cultural, not racial. Some even say that the word race should be abandoned because it’s meaningless ... we accept the idea of race because it’s a convenient way of putting people into broad categories ... And racial prejudice remains common throughout the world.” -- "We’re all the same," ABC News, September 10, 1998, www.abcnews.com/sections/science/ DyeHard/dye72.html

In an article in the Journal of Counseling and Development [1998, Vol. 76, p. 277–285], researchers argued that the term “race” is basically so meaningless that it should be discarded. More recently, those working on mapping the human genome announced “that they had put together a draft of the entire sequence of the human genome, and the researchers had unanimously declared, there is only one race—the human race.” N. Angier, "Do races differ? Not really, DNA shows," New York Times web, Aug. 22, 2000

'The truth, though, is that these so-called “racial characteristics” are only minor variations among people groups ... these so-called “racial” characteristics that people think are major differences (skin color, eye shape, etc.) “account for only 0.012 percent of human biological variation.” Dr. Harold Page Freeman, chief executive, president, and director of surgery at North General Hospital in Manhattan, reiterates, “If you ask what percentage of your genes is reflected in your external appearance, the basis by which we talk about race, the answer seems to be in the range of 0.01 percent.” In other words, the so-called “racial” differences are absolutely trivial— overall, there is more variation within any group than there is between one group and another. If a white person is looking for a tissue match for an organ transplant, for instance, the best match may come from a black person, and vice versa. ABC News claims, “What the facts show is that there are differences among us, but they stem from culture, not race.”

This past Sunday at church, the message I preached was "There's Only One Race, One Way of Grace, and One Family of Faith" based on Ephesians 2-3 and Genesis 1-11 (for the audio or text notes with documentation of this, click below link):
http://www.sermonaudio.com/sermoninfo.asp?SID=11711030415

I discussed why we should use terminology from God's unchanging Word rather than our changing world's terminologies and theories. Below is some of the research I shared in that message with our church family about the human family, and you can find the rest on the link above:

The word "race" historically was used for humanity to emphasize the unity of mankind, however it eventually was used to refer to nations (ex: Jewish race, Irish race, English race, but not in the sense people use it today for broad categories of physical appearance). The word and concept of race appears to have "evolved" at the same time some were teaching that all things evolved, and a theory of evolution arose that there multiple races of humanity.

Webster’s Dictionary of the English Language 1828 defined race as: ‘The lineage of a family, or continued series of descendants from a parent who is called the stock. A race is the series of descendants indefinitely. Thus all mankind are called the race of Adam…’

This is why Christians into the 1800s, even in the American South who owned slaves, still rejected as a heresy human poly-genesis (the theory of multiple races of people with multiple origins). This is traced in a fascinating book put out by Cambridge Press, Colin Kidd, The Forging of Races: Race and Scripture in the Protestant Atlantic World, 1600-2000. He writes of the 17th to 19th centuries: ‘unity of the human race was fundamental to Christian theology. If mankind did not spring from a single racial origin then theologians were confronted with a scenario that undermined the very essence of the Christian story…Which posed the greater threat to Southern conservatives, the abolitionist denunciation of slavery or [the polygenist’s multiple races theories of man’s origins]? Perceptive Southerners recognized that polygenist racialism … was an even greater threat to their worldview that abolitionism or abolitionist readings of scripture. Ironically, some of the most noted and forthright defenders of monogenesis [one race and origin of man] in the nineteenth century were based in the South … [but he adds] some nineteenth-century ethnologists, oblivious of the ultimate consequences of this dangerous chain of argument, began to offer racial explanations for the world’s … diversity.’ Kidd’s book uses science to demolish “races” theory that he ties to rise of evolution.

The secular scholarly standard Oxford English Dictionary (20 vol. big set, definitive history of words) defines race: ‘group of persons, animals, or plants, connected by common descent or origin …In early use always the human race, the race of men or mankind…’

A 2004 smaller update to that authoritative massive multi-volume dictionary adds: ‘In recent years, the associations of race with the ideologies and theories that grew out of the work of 19th-century anthropologists and physiologists has led to the use of the word race itself becoming problematic. Although still used in general contexts, it is now often replaced by other words which are less emotionally charged, such as people(s) or community.’

Most people are not aware that Charles Darwin’s book The Origin of the Species was subtitled The Preservation of Favoured Races. He was using that term “races” the way it had been used before his time of different creatures, but in his book The Descent of Man, he re-defined and applied the idea to humans as different sub-species, creatures, or “races.” In that book he said that while some of the faculties of women are evolved or advanced, “some, at least, of these faculties are characteristic of the lower races, and therefore of a past and lower state of civilization.” In another place in that book he said: “At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilized races of man will almost certainly exterminate and replace the savage races throughout the world.”

Those words were fulfilled in the not very distant future, a man 70 years later saw this idea as the duty of the “Aryan race,” wrongly believing he was an essentially different race than others, Hitler. A book Evolution and Ethics, written by Arthur Keith shortly after World War II: ‘The German Fuhrer…has consistently sought to make the practice of Germany conform to the theory of evolution’

Ken Ham, who was in town yesterday, speaks closer to home how his own homeland, Australia, when they found black Aborigines on Tasmania, newspapers declared they found “Missing Links with Mankind” (New York Tribune, 1924). Ham writes of these native Australian people, ‘biologists from England and Germany began to hunt them down as research specimens … Hunters were given instruction on how to skin them and prepare their skulls as specimens for museums around the world – all in the name of evolution. Some were taken live; some were killed …’


Closer to home for me as I adopted a son from Congo and my great grandpa was a missionary in Congo who risked his life to bring the gospel to that country in the early 1900s: Others came to that same country the same years, stole a Congolese man to the U.S. in 1904, making him part of a live monkey-evolution exhibit in a NY zoo!



Ideas have consequences. Bad ideas combined with bad people have bad consequences. I think it’s a bad idea to even use the term "races" when the very idea was unscientifically developed by people who believed that the white race was the original race that the other races with darker skin degenerated or devolved from. That was the view of Blumenbach, who died in 1840, the leading racial theorist of Europe who pioneered and popularized the idea of many races.

The history of the modern idea of “races” historically can be linked to Darwinism and racism, and even with Christians, much division. Steven Jay Gould, leading 20th century evolutionist from Harvard admitted: ‘Biological arguments for racism may have been common before [Darwin’s writings], but they increased by orders of magnitude following the acceptance of evolutionary theory.’ That’s not some Bible-thumping fanatic Baptist pastor (like me), that’s one of the most famous evolutionists who lived in my lifetime saying that.

But let’s get back to the Bible. The ESV Study Bible in an article on race explains very well that there is one race, ‘descended from Adam and Eve (Gen. 1:26–28), and Eve is “the mother of all living” (Gen. 3:20), that is, of all living human beings. This means that all human beings share equally in the exalted status of being made “in the image of God” (Gen. 1:27) … Acts 17:26 [says] God “made from one man every nation of mankind …” biblical record clearly indicates there is only one fundamental race of human beings, all descended from a single set of parents.
     … Recent genetic studies from the Human Genome Project give interesting confirmation … [its scientists concluded consistent with Scripture that the human genome indicates we are all ‘one race’] DNA studies do not indicate that separate classifiable subspecies (races) exist within modern humans. While different genes for physical traits such as skin and hair color can be identified between individuals, no consistent patterns of genes across the human genome exist to distinguish one race from another. There also is no genetic basis for divisions of human ethnicity.’ Why then do people with different racial characteristics [as the world calls them] originate from different regions of the world?
     The human race, starting with Adam and Eve, has always included not only genetic variations of eye color, height, and facial appearance, but also of skin and hair color now associated with different racial groups. At some early point when people began migrating to various parts of the earth, some variations within the one human gene pool became geographically isolated from other variations [Gen. 11 gives a good explanation, the language barrier isolated them from others so that distinctive traits developed, which can be demonstrated genetically], so that people living in what is now northern Europe came to look more like each other and different from people living in what is now Africa, or Asia, or North America.’


A geneticist and scientist at Yale did a study awhile back that said it can be shown genealogically how every person living today can be traced to the same set of ancestors as few as 5-7,000 years ago (any guesses who that might be? Hint, Genesis 1-2)

That idea of multiple races with multiple origins is old bad science. In a work from Oxford with a chapter entitled “Science and the Myth of Biological Race,” it says: ‘Essentially all anthropologists have given up the attempt to identify races of human beings.’

Another writer sums up the scientific research this way: “A wide range of evidence drawn from the biological and medical sciences directly contradicts the layperson’s assumption [about] external indicators of race … Just as the study of DNA demolishes any notion of a particular black ‘African’ race, so too this field lays down a decisive challenge to the scientific legitimacy of race in general … [biologist Alain Corcos calls ‘races’] ‘figments of our imagination’ … a bogus scientific category … misleading facts of physical difference into racial ideologies, stereotypes, folklore.’



My two sons may have differing amounts of melanin in their skin, but they're from the same race and the same human family. I pray one day they'll be in the same spiritual family, by grace through faith in Christ, the One who redeems from every tribe and tongue and nation, so they can experience a unity that is even deeper than biology, a unity based on the blood of Christ our Elder Brother (Hebrews 2:11-17). Alleluia. Amen.   

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Friday, November 4, 2011

Jesus Loves Me This I Know

We've been singing this lately in several of our family devotion times after dinner.
Yesterday he started singing on his own.


Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Through the Eyes of a Tiny Traveler, Part 2

Here is the 2nd half from yesterday's blog of the 2nd day of our travel one week ago:


It seems like we've been on this avion way too long since it left the ground in the place they call Ethiopia. I keep asking my Papa Wangu if we are there yet, but he doesn't answer me and sometimes when I look at him his eyes are closed. There are some interesting lights and noises on the ceiling of the avion and when I push buttons it makes other noises and a light come on, but Papa Wangu tells me not to push that one. It is strange that I hear talking coming out of the ceiling sometimes that doesn't make sense and actually is harder to understand that Papa Wangu's talk. Right before our avion started to go fast and go high, there were ladies holding up strap things, but no one was paying attention to them, and some of them had their eyes closed. I know what that is like.

It's hard enough to sit on Papa's lap in the long church services, but this seems like many church services but without the singing. I keep telling Papa Wangu what I want but he doesn't understand and that doesn't make me happy. One time I told him I needed to go kukoyala (I think he calls it "pee-pee" or some strange word) and when he took me to the bathroom I am not sure what he was doing because he made me stand on the changing table and take off my diaper while he got a new diaper ready. I wasn't sure why he had me facing him instead of the toilet but maybe this is how they do it on the avion, so I started going kukoyala. Papa Wangu didn't seem to like it getting on him. I'm still not sure what he expected me to do when my pants were down and I had told him I needed to go kukoyala? These lighter-skinned people don't seem to know very much.

On this avion Papa Didier is not next to me, he's in a different part of the plane and has his eyse closed. Instead of Papa Didier there is a strange man sitting next to Papa Wangu and me, sitting just a few inches away. This man smells and doesn't seem very friendly and I asked him to move over so I could stretch out my legs, but this man doesn't understand me either, even though his skin is dark like mine. Other people on this plane who look at me don't seem very friendly either, especially when I'm crying. I'm tired of being on this avion and I keep telling Papa Wangu I'm ready to get off and ride on a moto-car instead but he is being mean by not letting me. Maybe if I cry as loud as possible they'll let me off? I think I'll keep trying that for awhile. If that doesn't work, next time they bring one of those trays with food, I think I'm going to kick it and make everything spill, maybe that will convince him to let me get off this avion? That food isn't good like Mama Annie makes it anyways.

After a long time that seemed like 10 church services, I could see things outside my window that didn't look like white puffy things. Papa Wangu said something about America and this time it looked like he had tears in his eyes. Maybe he wants some of Mama Annie's bisquits, too? Those make me feel better when I'm crying. I've been holding on to part of one of her bisquits for most of this flight. It makes me feel better to know some food I like I am saving for later, as I'm never sure if or when these tall people will give me something to eat, so I like to hold onto food.

When we landed in this place called America we had to wait in a really long line. But Papa Wangu gave me something sweet and hard on the end of a stick that I got to hold and suck, and that was nice. I was so tired I dropped it and some of it broke and I was very angry but Papa Wangu picked it up and gave it back to me. Then we walked past all this glass to a place where all the bags are on this thing and are moving by themselves?! Papa grabbed some of them and let me ride with them on a little moto-cart thing that he pushes with the bags. Papa also took me to this metal thing in the wall where you push something and then cold water comes out that you can drink or splash with your hands. I've never seen anything like it before. There must be a bucket behind the wall where the water is?

When we left that great big room there were these doors but before Papa could open them with their hands, they opened by themselves?! Later I got to practice walking to one of these doors and it seems to know how to open at just the right time when someone is walking to it! I didn't know a door could be so smart - I think this is the favorite part of the trip, it makes me laugh.

Another strange things was walking into doors that opened and then once inside you push a button and when the doors opened everything looked different? We also walked on stairs that moved up and down by themselves? Then we rode on some special kind of moto-car that is the size of a building where Papa held onto a bar. Then we rode on a long moto-car with a bunch of other moto-cars connected to it that I think Papa called a "tram" - it went really fast and was really fun.

Papa called some people on the phone and made say "hi momma" (I'm not sure if it's Mama Annie or Mama Angelique or the Mama with light skin and blond hair I met in my country). He tells me I am going to see her soon. We got on another avion but this time Papa doesn't have my bag or snacks or games. These people on this avion are actually nice for a change but I'm still not happy. I cry as loud as I can and Papa gets up and walks with me on his shoulder for a long time (he's been doing this a lot on the avions, not understanding I just want off). I must have fallen asleep because I woke up and they were handing out bags with crackers that look like animals. These are very fun to play with and then to drop in a cup of water.

Finally after one more avion and what seemed like many more church services, we got to another big building and took another tram. At the end was the Mama with the light skin and several children. They all wanted to hug me and hold up those little things that make a flash and they say "smile." Papa had been telling me I would get to ride in Mama's moto-car and I did. I was so excited to finally be in her moto-car that Papa told me so much about but I didn't get to enjoy it as much as I wanted as I soon fell asleep. When I woke up it was light out and I was in a very strange place but they quickly gave me a banana and some food and a red moto-car. The kids are speaking in weird voices and getting very close to my face and I'm not sure what to think of all this. There are many things I have seen here I hadn't seen before that are hard to explain but maybe Papa Wangu can show you some of them later on that little box thing that makes flashes. For now Mama has made me some food so ... bon appetit!   

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Last Week Through the Eyes of a Tiny Traveler, Part 1

If my littlest son could write (and if we could translate his Swahili into English) I wonder what he would blog if he could? His eyes are so observant and mind is so sharp that I wouldn't be surprised if he remembers some of this in the future, but here is one father's attempt to capture some of the possible thoughts of a 20-month-old mind from exactly a week ago today:


Today is the big day that Papa Didier tells me he and Papa Wangu (my daddy) and I are going to get on a very big avion (Papa Wangu calls it 'airplane'). It's not as fun as a moto-car but at least I get to ride a moto-car there. The avion does have lots of wheels and I get to see some moto-cars out the window before it starts going real fast and going real high, and you do get some drinks on the avion that are sweeter than what Mama Angelique or Papa Wangu usually lets me have. So as long as I don't have to be on this avion too long, I guess I can be happy.

Papa Didier has been telling me for awhile we were going to ride on a very big avion and go on a very long journey to see my new family in a new place. I don't quite understand what he's saying or why I am going into a new family or where that is or what that means, but having Papa Didier with us on this avion is good because he talks to me better than Papa Wangu and understands what I'm saying better and this helps me feel safe. I'm not quite sure why the taller lighter skinned people don't know very much language and say and do weird things ... they don't seem very smart, but maybe some day they'll learn more. After spending 3 and 1/2 weeks with Papa Wangu with only a few times where I was away from him, he is starting to do a little better, so there is hope at least for this one.

A couple weeks ago I was very frustrated with him and having a hard time when he took me away from my friends and Papa Didier and his family to stay in a small room for many days and to walk around a strange and scary city where no one could understand me or what I wanted. Even the darker-skinned people didn't speak Swahili in that place they call "Kinshasa."

But Papa eventually brought me back to my friends and what I was used to and people who could speak, and I think this Papa is ok even though he's not very smart to talk to. It was then that I began to trust him more and call him Papa Wangu and I like it when he kisses me on the lips and tickles me (nobody every did that for me before). There have been a lot of changes the last 3 and 1/2 weeks but the one thing that hasn't changed is Papa Wangu has been with me every day. I have a different feeling inside than I've had before - I'm still a little scared and frustrated, but not as much as before.

I never knew a Papa before I met Papa Didier and Papa Wangu just a few weeks ago. I had never ridden in a moto-car before that day, and the best thing about this whole process is I have gotten to ride in a moto-car almost every day since meeting them! It's nice to have these nice men around, but the nicest part I think is being in moto-cars with them. Some of the things I said in those first few days that Papa Didier thought was very funny:
- I asked him in our language "So, where are you from?" (I'm not sure why these people think it's so funny when I say things usually only tall people say even though I'm very short)
- The first night there they had me sleep on a strange wooden thing with a pad for the first time, that was off the ground. I couldn't get down off it by myself, so in the morning I shouted, "This is very high. Is there anybody here who can help me get down from this?" (again I'm not sure why they think it's so funny that someone my size can speak in sentences like that)
- Also they had put this weird thing on me on my bottom that wrapped around to the front that got in the way of going kuyamba (what the light skinned people call "number 2" - where I grew up you just go outside and go). So I had to ask that first day "can someone please take off this thing that's wrapped around me so I can go kuyamba"? (I didn't think it was a funny thing to say, I thought it was funny they put that on me)
- One day I came outside Papa Didier's house and saw my favorite thing wasn't there. I said, "Oh no, where's my moto-car?" (I also thought that was a reasonable question and am not sure why he laughed so hard).

Finally the first big avion landed. I was so excited to see a moto-car out the window that I shouted out as loud as I could, "oh, look there's a big moto-car." Many people on the avion were smiling, I guess they were glad to see an avion too. When we got off the avion, we road on a moto-bus which was very fun and so I think I can forgive Papa Wangu for making me sit for so long. I heard one of the ladies on the bus tell Papa Wangu he really should have had me wearing warmer clothes. All the good moms in my country wrap babies in very warm blankets even when it's very hot (I used to get sweaty a lot from it).

Papa Didier tells me we're in Ethiopia. The place where you wait for avions in this country is a lot bigger and nicer than where we came from. I've never seen things like here before. Finally Papa Wangu let me out of the black thing with straps that holds me close to his belly, so I was able to run around at last. I saw some other kids like me here with lighter-skinned parents like my Papa Wangu, and it was fun to finally stand and run around and play "peekabo" and "I see you" (some Papa Wangu words and games).

I don't like to sit on that avion on Papa's lap for a long time when there's no space to move and other people are sitting so close. But I like how Papa gives me little bisquits from Mama Annie when I cry. My goal is to not sleep at all on the avion if I can, even though I'm tired. I think I can stay awake the whole time, and no matter how much Papa wants me to go to sleep I'm not gonna let him. He's always trying to get to sleep at times when I don't want to and I'm not gonna take it this time. Hopefully there's not too much more avion to go. Well, we're getting on another even bigger avion now, so I have to go ... I'll try and write more later.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Home Sweet Home

Those words “home sweet home” have taken on an all new meaning for me since my most recent travels. I’ve been too tired and busy to write this earlier, but let me recount some of the reasons it is sweet to be home with my sweet wife and 5 sweet kids:

-Before boarding our first plane in Congo Tuesday the water bottle in my pocket leaked and all down the back of my pants at the Congo airport I was soaked with water. This was all before my trip had actually begun, and my son was already very fussy and we hadn’t boarded yet!

-To make things worse as I’m standing with my son in the hot sun we almost weren’t allowed to board the plane (you have to know Congo and the hassle that can be caused by people wanting to extort money)

-Once on board by an intervention of God’s grace, my boy wet through his diaper and got his pants wet and mine before the pilot turned off the fasten seat belt sign. So the front of my pants now are also wet with another fluid. And you guessed it, no change of clothes handy for either of us. Mind you this is before we’ve been in the air an hour! Oh well, it will dry, right?

-We weren’t allowed to request special seating on the connecting flight from Ethiopia to America till we arrived there, so when I got to the check-in area in the Ethiopian airport, I asked the airline agent if there was any way I as such a tall guy with an infant on my lap could get bulkhead seating (which airlines often reserve for lap tickets and people needing legroom). The agent curtly informed me he could not help me, the flight was completely full with no extra seats or extra legroom available. So I began a 17.5 hour flight with a squirmy fussy toddler on my lap, with the man next to me hogging the armrest, with my knees pressed uncomfortably into the seat in front of me, and with not even enough room to bring the tray table down to eat, and did I mention a squirmy fussy toddler on my lap who I can’t get to sleep and who is falling apart. After what seemed like an eternity, I checked my watch and saw there’s still 14 hours to go on that flight (and then another 10 hours before landing in Sac, so 24 hours to go)?? How did I make it through that flight? I’m still not sure, but I know I’m here (and I sure wished my sweet wife was there with me, especially on that longest leg of the journey). These were just the beginning of birth pangs, to use a biblical expression for tribulation ;)  

-Bathroom humorous moment that I didn't find humorous at the time: As I was changing my son standing on the changing table facing me (he prefers to stand rather than sit down and at that point I’m not about to fight it) and as you moms might imagine, he started to pee all over the place, including on me! Airport bathrooms are only slightly bigger than a phone booth so when that happens there isn’t a lot of time or space to avoid the shower of blessing (these pants are definitely due for a wash!)

-Finally by sheer grace we arrive in America! I have never been more thankful to see a land outside an airplane window than to see America and to point out to my son the land that I love that is now his land. But my journey was not yet over …

-In D.C. airport going through the long wait for immigration my son is losing it and the emergency lollipop I had been reserving for such a time as this that he is slurping on … in his fatigue he drops it, which potentially could have been one of the most dramatic and traumatic moments of his life. So I quickly pick it up off the floor and give it to him and he pops it back in just in time for the 3 second rule. Hey, he’s lived in Africa his whole life till now! Here he is happy to push these new cart things and to ride on one with Papa Didier



-In D.C. baggage claim I gather my bags and hasten to my connecting flight. Only later did I find out that my main piece of luggage wasn’t with me (I had someone else’s identical looking bag). So once again I am without my luggage, toiletries, and valuables, but I would much rather be in America without my luggage this time than in the capitol of Congo. 

-In D.C. I also was apparently tired after only getting 2 hours sleep the prior night as I also accidentally left my son’s diaper bags with not only all of his baby care stuff but his toys, motorcars, snacks, and other fun stuff we needed for the last 10 hours and 2 flights of our day to get home! As our plane from D.C. to Long Beach takes off for a 5-hour flight, I have no diapers or things to keep him busy and the last diaper he’s wearing is filling up and the stewardess tells me they don’t have any on board. So I pray … and God answers! A mom of another small child in the back of the plane loans me some diapers and baby wipes just in time! And by God’s grace for the first time I have an empty seat next to me and a nice passenger in my row, and I am able to get my son to take a much needed nap!



-When our long Long Beach layover is complete and very long trip is over as our last flight arrives in Sacramento, I think you’ll understand why I said the words “home sweet home” have taken on an all new meaning. My sweet wife and sweet children were waiting for us, and it was a very sweet time





With my first 4 children, my wife Jaime went through much difficulty and labor before each baby was brought to home sweet home, so it's probably only fair that I had to go through some pangs and contractions and labor before we could bring our 5th baby to our home ... still I'm glad it's over and that we're home and recovering from the delivery. Our sweet home was awaiting all of us, with a warm shower and a bed that’s long enough for me, and a long sleep, and sweet unforgettable moments these first few days in our “home sweet home.”  And my sweet son has found a sweet moto-car that you can put apple slices in and do other things with.


And, in case your're wondering, I threw my pants in the wash

Friday, October 28, 2011

Africa in the Bible, Part 2

Here are the Scripture references from Monday’s post about nations on the continent we call Africa (ex: Ethiopia, Egypt, Cush, Cyrene, Put, etc.).

  1. In the opening chapters of the Bible, several African nations are mentioned by name (Genesis 10:5-7, 13-14) and promised to be blessed by God (Genesis 12:3, using same phrase as 10:5, OT equivalent of “all nations” in Great Commission).
 In regards to the names in the table of nations in Genesis 10:6, one scholar writes: ‘Cush can be used in a primary sense to define the kingdom(s) lying south of Egypt and in a secondary sense as an organizing term for the many nations to which it gave birth. The kingdom(s) of Cush would have fallen within the modern nations of Sudan, Eritrea, Djibouti, and Ethiopia … Put is an alternate spelling for the widely known Punt that was located immediately south of Cush and incorporated areas of modern Somalia. Similar to Cush and Misrayim [Hebrew for Egypt] Put probably referred to a kingdom as well as a broader geographical territory that may have covered … sub-Saharan Africa … Put may very well have included the many tribes that currently inhabit central, western, and maybe even southern Africa.’ – Keith Burton, The Blessing of Africa, p. 23-28.

  1. Abraham’s firstborn son is half-African (Genesis 16:1, 3-4) and is blessed by God and becomes a great nation (21:13, 18, 20) and marries a wife from Africa (21:21)

  1. An African woman in Genesis becomes one of the few people in Scripture who were blessed with a personal appearance from Yahweh (twice, Genesis 16 and 21). She also receives divine promises in those chapters and she is also one of a few who gives a name for Yahweh (El-Roi – the “God who sees”; Genesis 16:13-14)

  1. Abram’s grandson Jacob, renamed Israel, moves to Africa at God’s command (Genesis 46:1-4), and pronounces God’s blessing on an African King (47:7, 10), and adopts 2 African-born sons (41:50; from a woman of the African land of On; Genesis 48:5-6;) and makes them part of Israel’s 12 tribes (as seen in later lists of Israel’s tribes and territories listing Ephraim and Manasseh even into the NT), and one of these half-African sons becomes father of the most prominent tribe of Israel, and his name becomes even a substitute name for the nation of Israel.
The MacArthur Study Bible explains the Hebrew phraseology in Gen 48:5-6 means Jacob “formally proclaimed adoption of Joseph’s sons on a par with Joseph’s brothers in their inheritance.” On v. 19-20 it says Jacob’s “blessing took on prophetic significance … since Ephraim would be the most influential of the two to the extent that Ephraim would become a substitute name for Israel … Ephraim did indeed become the dominant tribe of the 10 northern tribes, eventually being used as the national designate for the 10 tribes in the prophets (Is. 7:2,5,9,17; Hos. 9:3–16).”

  1. Most of Israel’s first 500 years are spent in an African country (430 years in Egypt) where they had interactions with many other African peoples, some of whom came to faith in Yahweh and worshipped in the first Passover with Israel and also left with Israel in the Exodus (Exodus 12)
The “mixed multitude” of v. 37-38 probably was not only God-fearing Egyptians and other Africans with Semitic peoples, but also other strangers / sojourners / aliens [non-Jews, v. 19], who submitted to Israel’s Law and God by circumcision [v. 48-49]. OT law repeatedly makes provision for God-fearing Africans from Egypt and other foreigners / strangers / sojourners to worship equally with Israel in every way if they submitted to God’s law, including circumcision for males.

  1. Israel’s great leader is adopted by an African and raised as an African (Exodus 2, Acts 7:20-22)

  1. Arguably the greatest Israelite leader in the OT marries a black African who had come to faith in the God of Abraham, and God Himself defends and commends and blesses that marriage (Numbers 12:1; the text twice emphasizes Moses married a Cushite, an ancient kingdom in the country known as Sudan today. Cushites were well-known for their black skin, as alluded to in Jeremiah 13:23, and clearly portrayed in ancient artwork).
There is also extrabiblical Jewish writing confirming Moses’ marriage to a black Cushite woman. In v. 1 Miriam and Aaron object to this marriage but God in the text opposes them for opposing Moses and his “mixed” marriage, and God affirms the faithfulness of Moses in all his household and makes clear he has done nothing wrong (v. 4-7). In v. 9-10, some scholars have noted how Miriam spoke against her Jewish brother’s marriage to a black woman, and God makes Miriam white as snow in judgment. Another scholar says Israel’s leader marrying “a Black Cushite should also probably be viewed as a developing fulfillment of God’s promise to Abraham in Genesis 12:3 (‘all peoples on earth will be blessed through you’). The promise to Abraham in Genesis drives much of the story in the rest of the Torah and the inclusion of one of the peoples from Genesis 10 (v. 6, Cush) into the ‘sons of Israel’ is a move toward fulfillment of that promise.’

  1. One of Israel’s priests, whose name can mean “the Negro” or “the Nubian” is celebrated alongside Moses as one of Israel’s 2 great intercessors during the wilderness wandering. This man is the only other person in the OT besides Abraham who it speaks of God’s righteousness reckoned to, using the same phrase of Abraham’s covenant grace. The book of Numbers says this priest received an everlasting covenant from Yahweh.
At least 9 scholars have documented how the name Phinehas (Numbers 25) in this era and area ‘connotes either a person with unusually dark skin or a true African’ and in Egypt where he was likely born it clearly meant ‘the Negro’ or ‘the Nubian’ or ‘the Cushite.’ Daniel Hays documents and develops these points further in his book From Every Tribe and Tongue: A Biblical Theology of Race, p. 81-86: ‘Yahweh bestows the priesthood on Phinehas and all his descendants … Phinehas’ zealous defence of Yahweh becomes a model for subsequent generations … as Psalm 106 reflects back over Israel’s stormy history, it places Phinehas (106:30-31) along-side Moses (23, 32-33) as the two great intercessors of the wilderness time. [Psalm 106 says] “Phinehas stood up and intervened … This was credited to him as righteousness for endless generations …” The phrase referring to the crediting (hasab) something to someone as righteousness (se’daqa) only occurs in one other place. In Genesis 15:6, Abraham believes God and God credits to him as righteousness … In Galatians 3, Paul uses this phrase (from Genesis 15:6) to prove that Gentiles are justified by faith and thus to be accepted into the church as equal to Jews. It is therefore, rather interesting to note that this phrase is used of Phinehas … [who] might very well have had a Cushite mother and therefore might have looked like a Cushite at birth, thus receiving the name ‘the Negro’ [which in the land they grew up in meant a black person] … Imagine the different route American Christianity might have travelled if the translators of the King James Bible had known Egyptian and had thus translated ‘Phinehas’ as ‘the Negro’. The early Americans would have read that God made an eternal covenant with ‘the Negro’, that all legitimate Israelite priests are descended from ‘the Negro’, and that God credited righteousness to ‘the Negro’ … it would have been extremely difficult to defend slavery or to maintain any type of superior-inferiority racial views.
While the meaning of Phinehas’ name is absolutely clear, the significance of this meaning is admittedly not quite as certain. However … it is extremely probable that Phinehas was at least half Black. When combined with the ‘mixed multitude’ of Exodus 12:38 and the Cushite wife of Moses, Phinehas reveals to us that there was a significant presence of Cushites among the early Israelites … at its beginning, the highest level of Israelite priesthood apparently had Black ethnic elements with it … As God’s promise to Abraham in Genesis 12:3 (blessing to all peoples) unfolds, numerous different ethnicities are melded into the people of God in fulfilment of this promise.’

  1. One of Israel’s greatest kings in history marries a woman who describes her skin to the Jews as “black/dark,” in a marriage passage celebrated for all time by the inspiration of God (In Song of Songs 1:5, the bride says “I am black/dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem …”)

  1. Black Africans had close, friendly relations with Hezekiah, king of Judah, and fought to defend Judah against Assyria. These Africans also sent out a large army to relieve a siege against Jews in Jerusalem, that both 2 Kings and Isaiah records (this point is detailed further in the excellent scholarly work by Daniel Hays for those who like to study it further)

  1. King David has one of his black soldiers tell him the news of the death of Saul and Jonathan in battle (2 Samuel 18; scholars believe his name or nickname “Cushi” was a reference to his ethnic identity as Cushite and/or his appearance), and a number of the men in King David’s army were from other nations but had come to follow Yahweh (ex: Uriah the Hittite, other Gittites, etc.)

  1. Another Cushite (some translations have Ethiopian) man helps the Jewish prophet Jeremiah out of a well (Jeremiah 38:7-13), an African with true saving faith in Yahweh when few in Israel had true saving faith (39:16-18)

  1. Nations of Africa by name are mentioned and prophesied to become recipients of salvation, which began in OT times and is promised in even greater measure before the end of time
On Psalm 68:31-32, the New Bible Dictionary comments: “The picture of Ethiopia, symbol of the great African unknown beyond the Egyptian river, stretching out hands to God, was like a trumpet call in the missionary revival of the 18th and 19th centuries.” Psalm 87:4-5 describes people from Egypt (Hebrew alternate name Rahab) and Ethiopia (Hebrew Cush) and other nations that God views as if they are born in Zion itself, the place of salvation. Psalm 72:8-9 speaks of the people from the river to the ends of the earth, perhaps referring to Africa south of the Nile to the end of the continent, as representatives of all the ends of the earth who would come to worship the true God from all nations (v. 10-11).

Isaiah 45:14 describes at least 2 African countries that will bow and acknowledge that Israel’s God is the only God. Isaiah 66:18-20 also speaks of other African nations who will see the glory of God and worship Him, from Put (possibly Somalia and/or sub-Saharan, though other scholars place farther north and east) and Lud (probably northern central Africa). Isaiah 18 addresses the people beyond the rivers of Cush, people known for their skin and stature. The chapter prophesies that true worshippers of Yahweh would come from that land (v. 7). Zephaniah 3:10 echoes this prophecy of worshippers from southern Africa beyond the rivers of Cush. This past Lord’s Day I got to worship with some of these people the OT prophesied about (south of Cush/Sudan is Congo!) and hear them sing again and again of Yahweh (the Hebrew word for Lord in that chapter and also their word for Lord in their dialect still).

  1. An African nation is prophesied to become “My people” by God (Isaiah 19:18-25, an astonishing prophecy treating Israel’s former arch-enemy on par with Israel using language elsewhere only used of Israel)

  1. The African nation of Egypt is mentioned about as many times as the Jewish nation of Judah in the Bible – nearly 700x!

  1. The land of Cush in black Africa appears in the OT about as many times in the OT as the land of Canaan in the Pentateuch, which is where Canaan’s land is repeatedly promised to Israel, but many have never heard of Cush or God’s plan for that land [some translations render the Hebrew Cush as “Ethiopia,” but this should not be confused with the modern borders of that country, think Sudan as well in modern geography]

  1. God tells Amos He views black Africans the same as the Jews (Amos 9:7 ESV: “Are you not like the Cushites to me, O people of Israel?” declares the Lord. NIV: “Are not you Israelites the same to me as the Cushites?” v. 12 goes on to speak of nations called by Yahweh’s name, plural nations not just Israel. A verse from this chapter is also quoted in Acts 15 to demonstrate that Gentiles joining the church is consistent with OT teaching)

  1. Young Jesus lived on the continent of Africa for some time before living in Nazareth/Galilee, by God’s order to his family by an angel (Matthew 2:13-14). The NT records that it was important for God’s Son to come out of this African country in keeping with OT Scripture (Matthew 2:15) 

  1. A man from Cyrene in Africa helps Jesus carry His cross (Mark 15:21), a man who became part of a noted Christian family (Romans 16:13)
  2. In the book of Acts before the gospel goes to the Samaritans or Greeks or Romans (Acts 9, 10, etc.), God sends the good news to an African Ethiopian on his way back to his continent (Acts 8), and the eunuch in turn brings the Christian gospel to Africa, according to the church fathers

  1. Some of the first and most fruitful evangelists to non-Jews in the book of Acts were Africans from Cyrene, and they saw great blessings and conversions (Acts 11:19-24)

  1. In the place where believers were first called Christians (Acts 11:26), the first church leaders include a man from Africa (13:1; Lucius of Cyrene) and another man nicknamed “black” in Latin (Simeon, NET Bible notes says this refers to his black complexion, and most modern commentators on Acts agree this church leader was black, though it’s not stated what country he was from)

  1. A preacher in the NT who has some of the highest language of praise for his power in preaching, is a man who Acts says was a native of a prominent city in Africa (Alexandria was where Apollos was born, Acts 18:24-28)

  1. Paul and his companions more than once travelled on a ship from this African city (Acts 27:6, 28:11)

  1. The Apostle Paul himself on one occasion was mistaken for an African from Egypt. He was asked “aren’t you the Egyptian?” (Acts 21:38)  

It has been a blessing for me to be worshipping with these brothers and sisters in Africa that the Bible has so much to say about in God’s heart and plan for them. I hope you have been blessed by this journey and study as I have and that you would be moved to pray for your brothers and sisters here and for those who have not yet come to worship Jesus as Lord, that the Lord would haste the day when every tribe and tongue on this continent and to the ends of the earth will have worshippers around the throne of Jesus their Redeemer (a theme that literally runs from Genesis to Revelation).

Thursday, October 27, 2011

From One Family to Another

Monday was our last day with our family in Congo. Tuesday afternoon Didier left his biological family there and I left my spiritual family there, and together we climbed on an airplane to see our family in the States Wednesday evening (Thursday AM on Congo time). Didier considers Papa Jim Hagen in Idaho his father in every way, Didier is an adopted son to Jim, and it is a joy for them to be together, even though it is sad that Didier is away from his other family in Congo. Papa Phil and his son Matteus are also overjoyed to be together with their Stateside family, although it is sad to be away from the family in Congo as well. The sadness would be deeper if I wasn't with my son and my brother on the trip, my brother who has also gone from one family to another, my brother who I will see again next month when he speaks at our church, brother Didier.

Matteus has gone from one world to another, from one family to another, from Congo to California, from Africa to America, from his temporary family to his forever family. We look forward to introducing him to his new church family as well. He has gone "from one family to another" in more ways than one, and so have I (and so have all Christians).

It's difficult to describe the emotions and though our 36-hour journey over land and sea is now over, a new journey has now just begun.

Here is the sun setting on our final day on the other side of our journey


Didier is in the background playing his guitar. Matteus' first love, Didier's moto-car is on the right and some sweet kids in the family community are on the left. The world is their playground and their sandbox is endless.

If you were around these kids here you would understand why it’s hard to be leaving.




It was sad to be leaving these people who have made such an impact in my life and will always have a special place in my heart. My sadness was alleviated by the sweetness knowing I am bringing one of them with me who will always have a special place in our family. I pray he will make an impact on other lives in America that may never be able to travel to the country of his birth where I was privileged to spend more than 5 weeks this year.

Last time I was here, I tried for three days, to get him to smile, tickling, etc., but of all the kids at the orphanage he was the only one I couldn’t get to smile. He hadn't had much to smile about in life, apparently. Here is him in my arms when I first met him.

It's amazing how much he has changed to be with the Christian family in Lubumbashi and now with ours in such a short time. Now he has the biggest smile of them all when he’s with dad and here is giving me the thumbs-up in the orphanage (and the moto-car in his hand helps too!)

He's like a whole new person, kind of reminds me of what some Scriptures say about a greater spiritual transformation when we're transferred from one kingdom to another, from one citizenship to another, from one family to another.

Below is on the wall of the orphanage from Psalm 68: “A Father to the fatherless … God sets the lonely in families”

Beneath it are the names and hand-prints of the children adopted through Didier who are now in America. On the right is the newest addition to the wall.

The Scripture teaches us that we all were in a different family (Ephesians 2:3) BUT GOD saved us (v. 4-9), made us His handiwork (v. 10), brought us near (v. 13) to Him our new Father (v. 18) into the family and household of Christ (v. 19). Though my recent physical journey was one of my hardest days (1.5 days to be exact) by God's grace we endured for the joy set before us. It was infinitely harder for our heavenly Father and His Son to bring us into His family, but I am so thankful that Christ endured the cross for the joy set before Him so that we can experience the Father's love (Hebrews 12).

There is great rejoicing in heaven everytime a child is brought home in the Father's love (Luke 15), and yesterday there was great rejoicing on earth in the Sacramento airport, from one family to another.