Saying Goodbye
There once
was a missionary who was traveling with his apprentice through the highlands of
South America preaching the good news and encouraging the people. One evening,
at day’s end, the two were far from any town and without lodging. They saw a
small house on the edge of the ridge and, thinking it was abandoned, went to
seek shelter. The structure was barely standing, but the duo was surprised to
see it was inhabited by a large family. The head of the household invited them
in. He explained that they were very poor, having only one dairy cow to provide
food. The family lived off of the cheese they made from the very small amount
of milk the cow gave. They didn’t have much, but they were more than willing to
share with the missionary and his disciple. Before the meal, they asked the
missionary to pray for them. He did so generously, asking for the Lord’s
blessing and provision for the family and their future. The cheese was divided
into portions so meager that each one continued in hunger after the meal. Having
nothing else to satisfy their stomachs, they all went to bed.
As midnight
drew near, the missionary’s disciple, deeply troubled, asked the missionary
what could be done to help this good, poor family. The missionary, too, was
deep in thought and prayer and after a while responded, “Take the cow up to the
highest cliff and throw it off the mountain.”
This only
disturbed the poor disciple more. “Throw it off? And kill the only source of
food this family has?”
“Yes, do it
now.”
The disciple
had spent many years with his missionary and respected his word and wisdom.
Reluctantly, he obeyed the missionary’s command, and the two left the house in
secret.
Years later,
the disciple found himself passing through the same highlands and thought he’d
go see whatever became of the poor family. As he approached their home, his
heart sank. The crumbling structure had been repaired and repainted. An
addition had been built and the barren ground was now a thriving field. The
family had probably starved long ago and a new rich family had moved in. When
he got to the door, he was greeted by the same man as before, only different.
It was the same man, the same family, but well-dressed, well-fed, and somehow
happier. They were more than excited to see the disciple and quickly ushered
him to their sturdier and over-flowing dining room table.
“We never
thought we’d have the opportunity to thank you for praying for our household!
As you can see, God heard our cries and has greatly blessed us.”
Stunned, and
still thinking about the cow, the disciple could only say, “Tell me what
happened.”
“Well, you
won’t believe it, but on the same night that you visited us, our cow ran away
and fell off the mountain! We were crushed. We didn’t know how we were going to
survive. Days passed and our cheese was running out. Then we found some old
seeds in a drawer. We didn’t know what else to do, so we planted them behind
the house. We didn’t know anything about farming, and we almost died that first
winter, but we kept praying and trusting in God. Miraculously, the soil was
good. The seeds grew, and that year we had enough to eat and had more seeds to
plant. The following year, we had enough to eat and some extra to sell. Each
year, we worked hard and discovered that we had a gift for nurturing and harvesting
great crops. Eventually we were able to buy the tools we needed, and each year
we grew more and more prosperous. We can never thank God enough for His
faithfulness and His response to your blessing!”
This is a
story Pastor always loved to tell when we were first starting our work in
Córdoba. Sometimes the one thing we are holding onto the tightest is the one
thing that is holding us back from success. I’ve been thinking about it a lot
in the past couple months; not so much in the farmers, but in the cow.
The cow
provided for the family in the only way she knew how. She literally poured
herself out so that the family could live. She gave everything for them. She
loved them perfectly, self-sacrificially. Maybe at some point, she had been
enough. She had provided enough for them to make the cheese they needed. But as
time went by, and the family grew, her milk was not enough. Not only that, but
the family’s dependence and trust in her milk was actually poisoning them. It
was keeping them from discovering their own gifts and talents and purpose.
And so it is
with missionaries.
We give
everything we have and everything we are for love of the lost. We pour
ourselves out in prayer and discipling so that those who need God will find
Him. But eventually, we are not what the church needs and the dependency of the
church on foreign missionaries will ultimately kill it.
Praise God
that this story has a good ending. Even for the cow who must die, the ultimate
prosperity of the family is a good ending. In the two weeks since we left Córdoba,
I’ve heard nothing but good news about our leaders. Marcelo preached in both
services on Sunday. One year ago, he was an atheist. In the last Encounter
retreat, he felt God tell him to start preparing to be sent with his wife to
the mission field in Africa, a calling she received many years ago. Enzo and
Pastora Jaci are dreaming of forming a second worship team to lead in the
morning service. Cristian completely disassembled the broken keyboard, cleaned
it, put it back together so it is good as new. Ashley started teaching herself
to play the drums. Yolanda and Erica preached over an hour in their house of
prayer (too long, we know, but they love the word!) The main prayer request
from that group is growth and revival in their house of prayer and the church. Six
women met on Sunday to plan the next women’s ministry event. Fifteen leaders
met with the pastors to map out ten evangelistic and discipleship events they
want to host in 2017.
The cows in
our lives, in our ministries, the cows that we become are not overbearing or
hostile. They are giving and loving. We always pushed our leaders to make the
church their own, but as long as Juan is around to preach, as long as Rachel is
available to sing in the first service, the keyboard is Brooke’s, the house of
prayer is Dani’s, it’s hard to break through and try something new. Often, it
is only when the “cows” are dead and gone, when we are desperate to survive,
that we discover the abilities and wisdom God has put in us.
I have put
off writing this article for days that have turned into weeks because I know
once this is published I’m going to have to live up to my word. I’m going to
have to die to Puerta Abierta Córdoba. I must let go of my accomplishments and
forgive myself for the things I’d like to make up for and let God move as He
will in those I love.
Puerta
Abierta Córdoba was difficult to start and difficult to maintain, but it was
even more difficult to leave. It is not the strongest church Extreme Nazarene
has planted by any measure, but it has courage, faith, and obedience. It is now
starting its most harrowing chapter-the lean years of struggling without the
cow they have always known. However, these are the years in which it will find
its feet planted on the Word of God, held firm by God’s grace, and guided by
the Holy Spirit. God still has much work to do in Córdoba, Argentina, and He
will do it through the Córdobese people.
Yolanda preaching about the Samaritan woman in our last Encounter retreat. She shared her testimony of her struggle with depression and suicidal thoughts and the freedom that God has given her. |
Sol preaching on how God destroys our idols. When she heard this sermon for the first time, it changed her life forever. Now she's the one preaching. |
Marcelo preaching about God's design for the family. A year ago, he was an atheist living with his girlfriend. Now he's a godly husband and father. |
Emilse preaching on the importance of forgiveness. She shared her testimony of how God taught her to forgive her family members and herself for a lifetime of sin. |
Cristian preaching about the three enemies of the believer: the flesh, the world, and the devil. He shared how God has and is giving him victory in every area of his life. |
Church members praying over the missionaries on Easter, our last Sunday in Cordoba. |
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