Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Answering Questions

The precarious roads, the staple foods, the local food market – it is hard to communicate what these aspects of life in Congo are like if you have never been there. Sometimes we joke that Congo and the U.S. are almost as different as going from the earth to the moon!

One resource we recently created is a photo book that attempts to answer some of the “Frequently Answered Questions” about life in Congo. We use pictures (and text) to try to answer questions like “what do people eat?” or “what is a typical day like?”. Click here to see it online. If we get the chance to visit you, you can see it in person. And if you like it so much that you want to order a copy for yourself or to use in a Sunday school class/church, you can also order a copy from the link above.

FAQ photo book cover

We are getting ready to hit the road! We look forward to visiting churches and connecting with people who have been supporting us in various ways. We want people to know how we have seen God at work in Congo and help churches and individuals to connect with that work. To that end, we are updating our blog, creating a few handouts, and trying to find ways to convey what is going on in Congo.

What do you think of the book? What tools help you understand and connect with what God is doing in a far-away place? We welcome your input and suggestions!

Friday, June 10, 2016


 I lift up my eyes to the hills -- where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth (Psalm 121: 1 – 2)

There is something therapeutic and healing that happens, basking and glorying in the wonders of wilderness, God’s glorious and untamed creation.  Last month Kristi and I had the privilege, along with Jim and Sherri Bertolet (Kristi’s parents), to visit Glacier National Park.  We arrived in West Glacier, Montana, by train from central Illinois.  We arrived before the major tourist season, beating the crowds.  It was a bit cold and rainy at times, but the marvels of the place were beyond expectation.  So many times I would gaze upward, with neck craned far back, drinking in the deep beauty and wonder of a place beyond description.  I would meditate upon God’s glory and goodness, simply giving thanks.  Enjoy a few of our pictures taken, along with a soul stirring poem by Henry David Thoreau.

Majestic, mysterious, misty mountains

Feeling small, admiring the awesome peaks in the distance

Lake McDonald on beautiful May morn

Avalanche Creek, emerald pools spilling below

Tundra Swan, resting on blue Lake McDonald

Wildflowers drape the valley and mountain roof top floors

Harlequin ducks migrating through (male, female)

Breakers and rapids crash down McDonald River,
finding fulfillment in lake below

Our new little "ziiiip" friend, the Pine Siskin in flight

St. Mary's Lake, small Goose Island in middle, surrounded
by titanic, monolithic uprisings

Two Medicine Lake below, mountains and glaciers
serving as the glorious backdrop

Our little party, posing in the shelter of Mount Sinopah,
the wavelets stirring at Two Medicine


We need the tonic of wilderness, to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe, to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground.
At the same time that we are explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable.

We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the site of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic figures, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thundercloud, and the rain which lasts three weeks and produces freshets. We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.

Henry David Thoreau

Thursday, May 19, 2016

The Jesus House

One thing that I was craving as we headed back to the US this year was worship. Everyone knows that Congolese people have a gift for music, and worship in the CPC is energetic, passionate, and can last for hours. And we appreciate, enjoy, and join into their worship. But just like eating ‘comfort food’, there is a special feeling when you get to be in corporate worship with familiar songs in a familiar language. I have been brought to tears several times this year, enjoying the presence of God during worship in a church service. It is one of the things I am most grateful for during this year that we have in the U.S.

Through a series of connections and divine coincidences, we ended up worshipping at the Jesus House last week, a ministry and church community in Bloomington. In this mid-size, middle-class, Midwestern city, the West Side of Bloomington is an enclave where drug addiction, poverty, crime, and sexual exploitation wreak havoc on people’s lives and destroy families and generations. The Jesus House sits in the middle of that section of town, a light and source of hope for people caught in the vicious cycles that poverty, drugs, and abuse generate.

When we walked into the Jesus House on Sunday morning, a small group about 30 men and women of all ages, sizes, and colors were in the midst of a Bible Study. As they transitioned into the worship service, more people filled in the room. One older woman coaxed a few other women up to the front to dance to the worship. The hunger for Jesus and the joy of being in worship was evident on many faces. Seeing people dance, or kneel, or cover their faces as they sought out the presence of God reminded me of worship times in college, when I and my friends could worship God without all of the inibitions I have picked up in the years since.

During the message, Tom spoke about seeing and treating other people as “holy ground”, because they are made in the image of God. He highlighted a few individuals present and celebrated them, and reminded everyone that God looks on the inside, not the outside. In the midst of that message, I recognized my tendency to label people or make assumptions about their lives or their past. As I fought my stereotypes, I was reminded of the beauty that I was seeing in the lives of people who were not physically beautiful by the standards of this world…but they knew that Jesus was full of love just for them and that they could delight in His presence.

One of the things that connected us to the Jesus House was a memoir I read recently, Tattooed by Jesus (you can read my review at that link too). The book describes the chidhood of Bonnie Lentz, living in the same neighborhood where the Jesus House now sits. She experienced the lure and the bondage of drugs, the pain of abuse, and the battle with poverty as her family struggled through the daily challenges of life. After a long and arduous search for freedom, peace, and meaning, Bonnie found Jesus. Her life is a powerful testimony of the power of God’s grace and salvation, made more palpable becuase she and her husband continue to serve and reach out to people ‘on the margins’, in desperate need of the same transformation.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Walt Gerber Memorial Service (a tribute)

On Tuesday morning, April 5th, Kristi’s birthday, we learned of the passing of Walt Gerber.  Walt had faithfully served as senior pastor of Menlo Park Presbyterian Church (MPPC) for 29 years.  Even though MPPC was and is a large church, our family has always known and thought of Walt as our pastor.  My Mom has often said that when Walt spoke and preached, it was as if he was speaking directly to her.  I think that many people felt the same way.  During his pastorate, church membership quadrupled. 

MPPC, with Walt at the helm, has had a profound impact on my life.  It is here that I was nurtured in the faith as a child, as a youth, and then baptized as a young adult.  It is here that I was on staff for two years, receiving the call to the pastorate.  It is here that I was ordained as a PC(USA) teaching elder (pastor) by the Presbytery of San Francisco.  MPPC supported me while serving with African Evangelistic Enterprise in Rwanda, while I studied at Fuller Theological Seminary, and even now MPPC (now called Menlo Church) continues to generously support our work in the Democratic Republic of Congo.  MPPC and Walt Gerber have been central to my faith journey.   

On the 1st of April Kristi and I jumped back in the saddle, serving as PC(USA) Mission Co-workers after having taken a three month Personal Leave of Absence.  We are stateside, based in Bloomington, IL, until the beginning of July when our whirlwind of travel begins.  The week of Walt’s passing was our second week back to work.  We had been feeling some restlessness and excitement in getting back into our work groove.  However, that Tuesday afternoon, after hearing of Walt’s passing, I could not fight off the idea that I should travel to California for the Memorial Service the following week.  Although the timing felt bad, I could not imagine not being there.  After discussing the idea with Kristi, wrestling with the idea in prayer, speaking with my parents in California, it became clear that it would be best for me to go.  I bought my tickets.

At certain junctures in one’s life, one feels a sense of liminality, a sense that one is on the threshold of something new and different, looking back but also looking forward.  Going “home,” out to California for Walt’s Memorial, created such feelings in me.  I was able to drive along familiar routes, see old friends, be with family, step back, albeit briefly, into a life that was once so familiar.  It was like fingering the pages of an old, beloved book, remembering and noting the always deepening story.  I felt like I was able to reconnect with myself and my life story.  Throughout the week, each time after having some special experience, my Mom would invariably say, “Walt brought you back so that you could have that special experience!”  She was right.  I owe this special trip to Walt. 

And then the big event transpired, the actual Memorial Service for Walt.  We had been told that 2-3,000 people were expected.  My Mom and I arrived an hour early but only found seats two thirds of the way back in the sanctuary.  Family and friends, former pastors and leaders and staff members of the church flew in from all over the country.  Local members and friends of the church and family were present.  It was like a giant family reunion, everyone coming back to honor someone held dearly, also reconnecting with an important part of their own story. 

The actual service was an event one cannot adequately justify with words, but only treasure by experience.  Some described the funeral “as one which we had probably never experienced anything like before.”  Their words ring true.  There was plenty of laughter, but also times of hushed holiness, acute moments teeming with poignancy and depth of feeling.  Half a dozen former pastors who had served under Walt’s tutelage spoke with candor, opening up their hearts, sharing how Walt had stepped into their lives and stories, encouraging them and loving them.  Scott Dudley, now serving a church in Bellevue, WA, shared how Walt helped him discern his call away from the professorship and into the pastorate.  Walt “changed his life,” as Walt did for countless others. 

Walt’s children also spoke.  They shared deeply from the heart about a father who nurtured them and loved them. Paul, the youngest son and a friend of mine, shared so openly and candidly about his father and their family that it felt shocking, breathtaking, yet truly resonant with the transparent life Walt himself had walked before us.  Paul shared how the last few years of Walt’s life were a “Job like” experience, suffering from physical and emotional ailments, including family trials, two back surgeries, a rare blood disorder which led him to a near death experience, post traumatic stress disorder, vascular dementia, and feeling abandoned and betrayed by his family as they wheeled him into a nursing care facility.  Yet, in the midst of all this emotional and physical trauma, Walt was able to say, “God is in charge.”  Paul concluded that he himself is 100% sure that God is proud of Walt’s resolve to believe in the goodness and mercy of God, even during Walt’s suffering of mind, body and spirit at the end.  I am so thankful for the ways the Gerber family welcomed us into the heart and hearth of their lives, pulling back the curtain, allowing us to witness their joy and their pain under the backdrop of the goodness and mercy of the Lord.   

Reflecting back on my own experience of Walt Gerber, it is crystal clear that his pastoral leadership cultivated a culture and a place where people experienced the grace of God and felt valued and loved.  In the process of making the decision to return to California for the Memorial, with tears in my eyes at our breakfast table in Bloomington, IL, I said to Kristi, “Menlo [and Walt] has done so much for me, they have believed in me.  For that reason I need to go.”  Those same tears found a bookend at the Memorial Service as Paul bravely shared the suffering his father faced in his waning years, suffering which indeed reveals true faith and abiding hope. 

My life is indelibly webbed into the story of Menlo Park Presbyterian Church, and the life of Walter Woodworth Gerber, and for that, I am eternally grateful.  Psalm 56 ends with these wonderful words, words which describe and complement Walt’s life and story -

For you have delivered my soul from death,
and my feet from falling,
so that I may walk before God
in the light of life (Psalm 56: 13)

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Savoring Spring

Yes! We are emerging from hibernation, refreshed and preparing for our travels later this year to supporting churches and individuals around the U.S. If you would like us to come your way, please let us know!

IMG_0125For the first time in several years, we experienced the barren, beautiful, cold of winter in the Midwest. It was kind of a shock to the system for our bodies that have gotten used to Congo’s temperate climate. We anticipated the start of spring and delighted in the early signs – flowers pushing up through the cold ground, buds on the trees, and the grass turning bright green. We appreciate the bright colors, and the new life of spring is so much more after enduring the cold dark winter. Yes, I know this winter was relatively mild, so we didn’t have it too hard!


Kristi with Magnolia tree st. Louis




Now that we are “re-engaged”, we look forward to updating you here more frequently about life, ongoing ministry in Kasai, and other events. We also have a newsletter coming out soon that should catch you up from our long silence. Stay tuned!