A "Wick"

Jesus said in John 5:35 He (John the Baptist) He was a burning and shining light: and ye were willing for a season to rejoice in his light.     (Without a wick a lamp or candle cannot give light )

                             
  

 Last weekend we heard a great message on John the Baptist.  John who was called a "wick" whose purpose was to be used up as a shining light for Jesus.  Plain and simple John life was not all about himself.   Not only did he carry the message, he was a part of Jesus influence in the world, the message owned him.  It drove him to risk all to get the message out to a lost and dying world.  John the Baptist was sacrificial in his role. The notion of self-sacrifice or self-forgetfulness, doesn't often play well in a culture like ours.  He not only lived a peculiar life but spoke words boldly to all around him.   Which is exactly why the queen hated him so she ask the King through her daughter for his head.  A "wick" cannot light itself, a match must be struck and put to the wick for light.  The moment we become believers God light our wicks.   Hide it under a bushel, no, I'm gonna let it shine.

This got me to thinking how much brighter this world would be if saints of God obeyed the Lord and tell the sweet sweet story with boldness such as John.  We can be  bold telling someone which sport team we like, or about the latest movie or which political party we are a part of.    But words about those issue do not bring about a changed life.

Just a few more days Easter will be celebrated. Churches will be full of "wicks,"   John the Baptist time is over, NOW IS OUR TIME to be obedience so the world will see His light in us, by our action and our words telling the gospel to all who will listen.

                                                         

 

NOW IS OUR TIME 

Dinangat Mail
I wanted to continue on with an update from one of the women from the Dinangat missionary team.  Ellie has been a vital part of the ministry along with the other two wives.  A few ladies and I are studying "contentment" here in the states but as you will read "God's contentment" is never based on where you live or how much you have.  Worry knows no bounderies but neither does the power of God.  Yes it is the missionaries that bring the gospel to these remote people but God use them to teach the missionary heart also.   How I wish I could take you to this beautiful place in the mountains of Papua New Guinea.  To see the love of God shine from the faces of the believers.  To sit with them on the ground as they worship the same God you and I worship.   To meet Ellie and the rest of the team and and hear their excitement at how God is working in  all their hearts.  But for now this precioius testemony will have to do.   

 March 2013

"Yesterday I worried a lot about whether or not I will be able to think straight and talk right when I will meet again with Elli to check the Bible Translation. Then today I worried again, but then I thought that those worries probably make God sad. Hasn't He helped me all those years and hasn't He worked through me and done it well? Why do I think that maybe now God would not help me again? So I stopped worrying and trusted God. And I came and now you see how well it went!"

 This is what Mesari (2nd lady on the right) told me yesterday as we met to check the Bible Translation for understanding, like we do every Tuesday afternoon. Her words touched me. I had to hold back my tears. How can Mesari have such a trust in God after knowing Him only for 5 years? How can she trust Him so much better than I?

 Wearing a ripped shirt and stitched together skirt, without shoes, without a watch, without any jewelry she sat cross legged in front of me on the floor where we read together the words of 1 Timothy 6, 6-9:

 "But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that. People who want to get rich

fall into temptation…"

 When Mesari heard those words her eyes showed this deep shame. She felt bad, for she felt caught in her discontentment. She said, "Yes, that is true, when we have food and clothes, what else do we need? We have God, our Savior, He is everything we need to live and to die!"

 I don't know what to say. I feel awful. Just a minute ago she told me about her bad house and that at night when the family sleeps the rain drops on them through the bad roof. Now they will need to move to their smaller house in the garden which is further away and they will need to walk a long distance to come to the village every day. And for days now she is wearing this ripped shirt, or for weeks really. Sweet potatoes for breakfast, for lunch and for dinner.

 I feel ashamed. And somehow it feels good. For I see in this moment how precious of an example my Dinangat friend is to me. I am proud of her and I will never forget how she trusts God in her poor situation and finds contentment in Him in the midst of all this. This is what I want! And I thank God for Mesari!

We can  identify with Ellie and her friend Mesari...anxiety comes to us all. One of the suggestion in our contentment study is to write our worries out and put them in an Anxiety Box.   It will be a reminder that God is carrying those worries. Once or twice a year open the box and find God's has taken care of most of our worries. 

 I like what George Mueller said: " The beginning of anxiety is the end of faith.  The beginning of of true faith is the end of anxiety."

                          What helps you deal with your anxiety?

 

 

Below the Surface

Of course I love anything to do with missions but this clip made me think about the beliefs of  many people here in the developed country of America.  Often I have heard the phrase, "oh I hope I am going to heaven."  Or, "I think I have done enough good to make it to heaven."   Those words make me want to dig a little deeper into their foundational beliefs.  The better we understand what a person believes, we also gain an understanding into why they do what they do. 

I have said this before but it is worth repeating...without a firm foundation built on the Word of God, anything else is built on sand and will crumble easily.  There are certain groups that would say, leave those people in their natural beliefs but these care nothing for the souls of people or for that matter their daily lives of slavery to fear of their dead ancestral spirits. 

Ace and I have been in this village, it's the one with the postage stamp airstrip that has a take off like a roller coaster ride.  These three families have worked as a team under physically, emotional and spiritual hardship to bring the whole pure truth of God.  I was challenged to take time and build a relationship with people aound so they would let me below their surface.  It is there the issue of their beliefs live.  

I have had to make a cross of two logs, and lie down on it, to show the Indians what it means to crucify a man.  Jim Elliot
    

Most of us will not reach a village at a time but is there one or maybe two God has brought into your life and encouraged you to get, "below their surface"? 

TWENTY YEARS AGO..

 

 

                                     Posted by Vic and Patti Labutes on Feb 7th, 2013

Twenty years ago Patti's husband, Rick Tenenoff was taken captive on January 31, 1993.

 

 My first husband, Rick Tenenoff and our co-workers Mark Rich and Dave Mankins were kidnapped and never seen by us again. There was sporadic contact with the guerilla rebels the first year and many efforts to obtain their release over the ensuing 8 years. However, these efforts were unsuccessful and their memorial service was in October, 2001.
Many have asked me, ‘How is the Kuna Church doing these days?’ In answer to that I think of I Corinthians 3:6. We missionaries planted the seed of God’s provision of eternal salvation through the death, burial and resurrection of His son Jesus. After the kidnapping, some Kuna believers took on the task of watering the seeds in the fertile Kuna soil. A Kuna couple from a different village moved to Pucuro and continued teaching the Word. It hasn’t been an easy time, but it has been profitable in that there are many Kuna now trusting in the finished work of Christ.

Today, 20 years later there are many Kuna believers trusting in the finished work of Christ.

The complete Kuna Bible will be revised and printed in the near future. Kuna Literacy classes are on the rise. Things are happening! It is so exciting to hear of the maturing Kuna church not only in Pucuro, but on the coastline and along the Panama/Colombia border. Again, God is faithful!
Please pray for the upcoming Kuna literacy classes.
Please pray for the translation team as they fine tune the final draft of the Kuna Bible.
Please pray for Vic and me as we serve and teach at the Missionary Training Center.
Thank you for your prayers for us and the Kuna church!
Patti (and Vic too)
*For a book about the kidnapping of Rick Tenenoff, Mark Rich and Dave Mankins see: Hostage
**For a testimony from one of the hostage-takers who became a believer, see this post from Mark Rich’s parents: Forgiven
***For more updates about the Kuna people see: Kuna People Group Mission News

      (We were serving in Bolivia when this happen.  A couple years later two more  New Tribes missionary men were taken in Columbia and killed in  a gun battle.  A few years after a New Tribes pilot serving in the Phillipines took his wife, Gracia to a seaside resort for their anniversary.  They along with others were taken captive their first night at the resort.  After a year of captivity Gracia's husband, Martin was killed during the attempted recuse.  Gracia though shot survived and  has a book out about their ordeal,  In The Presence Of Mine Enemy.   I read somewhere the battle is the bloodiest at the front.  These precious missionaries who give up the comforts of home understand that, yet they dare to say, I'll go, I'll take the light of the glorious gospel to in the remote places.  Please take to heart the plea from Vic and Patti to pray for their request.  I pray you are having a part of the gospel going out beyond your world.  Those who have chosen to be boots on the ground know the danger, understand the cost and would gladly say to you, it is worth it.  

 

I know I always say this to you when I post on mission, but I truely mean it.  I do not post to get you to give money even though it takes it to go.  All New Tribes missioinaries live by faith, over seas and those of us serving in the states.  I do post to make us all aware there is a world outside of "us".   Jesus made it very clear that we are to go and give the gospel out...the location He will direct. 

  I  posted this on my fb and all ready someone told me they stuggling with this  testemony.   Does reading this cause you to struggle?  If so, ,why?

 

 

Never's

Contentment comes when we totally give up  trying to control whatever circumstances or people we find ourselves involved with.   Control is easier seen when someone tries to control me or others through me.  When someone does that to me it frustrates me to no end.  Which means I frustrate others when I do it to them.   Control is a quick way to drive others away from us which is the last thing I want to do. 

Some ladies and I are studying "contentment", trusting God, allowing His sovereign to rule in our life.  Our goal is to come to a deeper understanding of His ways are better then our ways.  There is a set of "never's" we have gleamed from our study  which will be our daily guideline.

  Philippines 4:11-13 I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungrey, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through Him who gives me strength

Never allow yourself to complain about anything...not even the weather.

Never picture yourself in any other circumstances or someplace else.

Never compare your lot with another's.

Never allow yourself to wish this or that had been otherwise.

Never dwell on tomorrows..remember that tomorrow is God's not yours.

Seems like an impossible list to accomplish, doesn't it?
(From the book: Calm My Anxious Heart)

One of the questions in our first study was:   Do you think most women try to control or manipulate people and circumstances? If yes, why?.....I like the answer one woman gave, yes because we are born to be care givers.   Hummmmm....What do you think?  Men, I welcome your take on this question too. 

Filler of Holes

 Recently I was viewing posts I had worked on but never finished.  Came acoss this short testemony of what led me to salvation.   The process of God bringing me to salvation was long and sometimes very painful.  How grateful I am He does not give up on us.   

 

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This child would make it!    

 Laying quiet and perfectly still, I felt a gentle flutter, sort of a soft thumping inside me. After 12 years of marriage and 6 miscarriages later, life was growing in me and making himself or herself known. I simply got lost in the wonder of being pregnant: morning sickness, losing the waist line, every poke of an arm, leg of his or her little rump, swollen feet and those chocolate ice cream cravings in the middle of the night were welcomed.      

Crazy as this sounds, I found myself wishing it lasting longer then nine months. For the first time I felt almost complete.  Yet somewhere deep inside me a question started forming.   

 What happen to those six babies I lost?????

 Months later, holding our sweet daughter, the same nagging question took root in my mind and grew every time I held and smelled her sweetness.  It started me on a search created to forever change my life.    

 (And search I did too....loads of self help books, (no internet back then) and countless opinions from my friends and family left me mostly confused and not as happy as I should have been for someone who just had their first child.  Everything I ever dreamed had come my way - a husband with a good job, a house and a darling little red headed girl, Tara Jo. To add to our goodness we had a son Jared 4 years later after another miscarriage. 

  Soooo why did I still sense a huge hole inside of me? 

 That hole had been there all my life really. As a young child I can remember dwelling on that hole and feeling my self shrink into the nothingness of it till there was no more Betty. If I disappeared into the hole would anyone even miss me?    Thinking I could escape that hole, I tried to outrun it and got married at seventeen. I also tried some of those self help tips which brought some outward changes, but that question returned often leaving me feeling guilty for not being content with the good I had. 

 Until I bought a bible from one of my bookclubs.  

 Being an avid reader I tackled the Bible just like any other book, from the beginning.  Nothing could have prepared me for the effect it would have on me.    Power and light poured out of the words on those thin parchment pages.  My hole became smaller and smaller till it disappeared.  But Betty did not disappear.    I had found the “filler of holes” in those pages.     Oct of 1980 my search ended as I trusted Jesus death, buriel and resurrection for my salvation. 

 Oh, one more note, I found the  answer to my question in the bible...those seven children are in heaven.  

             When did God fill your hole? 

"What A Day"

   

Nothing starts my day better then reading or listening to deep truth that tells me someday I will see Jesus, the finisher of my faith. I can face what this day brings for I know without a shadow of a doubt I will see Him, be with Him, live in the place He is preparing for me. A good preacher once said, if you want fuel to make it through the days here on earth remember we are only sojourners, this world is not our home.  While here remember who saved us and who will meet us when our journey is through here on this side of heaven.  Life in between those two events will then be all about Him.  What a day that will be, when my Jesus I shall see. 

 

Does it excite your heart today as you think about what a day that will be?

Jason Prayer

Last night we were able to get two couples together, one, Thomas and Laura home from the field for a short furlough and Josh and Bethany heading to the same country in a few months. .  It was encouaging to watch them interact and hear the excitment in voice as they shared their hearts.  Ace and I were encouraged that we could  be a part of it as Member Care Reps.  We talked about how hard it was to share our hearts even with Christians at times.  One of the couples said, they just don't get it.  Another said it's sad when you have been gone for two years and meet up with your old friends again and  there is no excitment over what God is doing in their life let alone in other countries.

Being back in the states for a little over a year we have gained some understanding of what these couples were talking about.  Your heart wants your family and friends to "get it, the vision you have that would make you leave your comforts and give of yourself to those tucked back in some remote place.  If you had been in our living room listening to them you would realize they know they are not special people but  the God they serve is able to use ordianary people.  It's not our hearts to guilt someone into giving or even going but at least to be excited to hear some of what God is doing.  One thing I have learned  I can never be excited if I am not growing myself.   These clip keep me aware of what is going on beyond my world even though we will not get to serve overseas again due to my husbands heart issues neither one of us want to lose the vision to reach the whole world. 

The closer we get to God calling us home the harder the enemy works to discouraged us.  When we are focus on ourselves or our trials we will not be a witness.  This new year I believe will require more prayer for those willing to reach beyond their world whether it's across the street or in another country.  More prayers needs to be lifted up for each other as we all face our daily battles.  Abuntant prayers for strength, wisdom and a willing heart, for us to catch  God vision for the lost everywhere.

The apostle Peter instructed the believers to be ready:  "In your hearts set apart Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect." (1 Peter 3:15, NIV). I ask you who read this to pray for me this new year.  Now how can I pray for you?

The Christmas Journey's

Soon our 2012 Christmas journey will end as we push ourselves toward December 25th.  All the labor and expense will climates as we unwraps the presents we probably spent too much on.  Days of food preperation will be eaten in about 20 minutes.  Most will proclaim, "will not do this next year, we will go out to eat and not spend so much money.   Sometimes there is kind of a let down after the hoopla is gone out of Christmas.   Very few have a Norman Rockwell kind of Christmas. 

As a child Christmas was no different then any other time except we did get invited to all the organization Christmas parties for the poor kids.  But in our home nothing changed, Dad still got drunk and usually I would have to go running to our neighbor to call the police.  My brothers and I have talked about our memories...they pretty well line up...Christmas was harder because we always expected it to be different.  But it's part of my journey. 

Now about the journey Mary and Joseph took to his ancestrial home to pay taxes of all things.  It was a long painful ride I am sure on the donkey and a long walk for Jospeh.  There are two routes they could have taken, each about 92 miles.  Normal walking is about 3 miles per hour. Probably about five days on the road.  The journey had to be hard for anyone but especially for a pregnant woman about to give birth.   The last leg would have been the hardest though since Bethlehem was in the hills.  From Jericho's desert to Bethlehem is an uphill hike of 3,500 ft.   How anxious Joseph must have been to find a comfortable room.  In the midst of the hardship that went with Mary and Joseph’s journey and amid the deferred dreams and dashed hopes, God was working to redeem the world.

This was not a journey Mary wanted to take. It was not the way she imagined it would be. And of course this was not to be the last of Mary’s unwanted journeys. A short time after Jesus’ birth, Herod would try to kill the child, and she and Joseph would take the infant Jesus and flee to Egypt as refugees. Thirty-three years later, there would be another journey she would take with her son, this time down the Via Dolorosa as she followed him to Calvary.

Oh I   know it's hard to look at this picture on the right just a few days before Christmas. We would rather see sweet baby in a manger surrounded by wise men, shepherds from the fields, a star shinning bright and angels singing.  The Heavenly Father and Jesus knew this was coming, this was where the journey would end and ours could begin.  He had to die, He had to shed HIs blood, He had take all the sins of the world upon Him for us to even have a heavenly journey.   He had to rise from the dead to give the gift of eternal life. 

On a trip to Isreal I  stood outside the toomb staring at those words on the door put there by the organization who runs the Garden Toomb.   This was my favorite part of our trip to Israel.   I was convinced this was the place, outside the city walls, largest garden near Jeruselem, history tell us it was a rich man toomb and you can walk upon a plateform and see the skull, exactly the way its written in the Scriptures.  Everything seem to fit yet it was this words on the door to the toomb that captured my heart  and tears poured out of my eyes.  I remember thinking, God I could stay here forever, it's so peaceful.   But my journey was not complete, God had more for me to do and it was not to sit in the safety of the garden.  Out side the garden there were people seeking to find age old answers to why there was a void in their life. Outside the garden there was a battle going on for the souls of men and women. 

 

Jesus walked all those miles for us, got His feet dirty, touched the lame, the sick, the demon porcesssed, most of all the blood that dripped from His broken body is the blood He placed on the mercy seat for us.  Because of His journey I can walk this earthly journey with peace knowing at the end someone will someday stand at my grave site and say, she not here, only her shell,  she has risen to be with the Father and the Son.  My earthly journey will be over and then begins the heavenly one.

 

Last night we met with a young couple home whose journey has taken them to Indonesia and now home for a few months then back across the sea they will go.  Their heart is to reach a group of people who need to hear the gospel, translate the Bible in their language and then give them the story of God journey to redeem them.  Their journey so far has reaped some good things but not without trials and suffering.  You see the enemy...satan himself journeys also, he walks like a roaring lion on this earth seeking to discouraging anyone giving out the gospel anywhere.   Just as he tried to stamp out Jesus on His journey and couldn't , he now turns to the followers of Jesus.  If there has ever been a time when we needed to stand up for the gospel journey, it's today. 

 

There is no let down to the real Christmas story of God sending His Son to be born of a virgin, grew in favor with Him and man...then journey the cruelness of Calvary Road to the cross where He willingly gives up His live...only to rise again bringing hope for our journey. 

 

Have a Merry Christmas Journey. 

 

CHRISTMAS IN THE JUNGLE

CHRISTMAS IN THE JUNGLE

Ava Jo Sutton

The three missionary houses over looking the river.  Our daughter and family lived in the middle one.  This is the piece of land the village big men said they could build on.  At this time there was no airstrip so to get in you had to fly to another village with  an airstrip then get in a very long canoe and travel about 4 hours to the Yembi village.  A grandpa and grandma will do just about anything to see their grandchildren.  But we were thankful when they built their own air strip and the New Tribe  one engine plane could get us there in about 30 minutes.

Logan, Betty, Scarlett Ace, Tara and Tony.  This was taken in 2007.

In 2009 they gave us another grand daughter, Ava Jo.

 Our daughter teaching  some of the Yembi women the sounds of their language.

Yembi learning to read their heart language.  Their language had never  been written down before and no one had come to teach them to read and write, until the missionaries came.

Ace helping one of the men build a few more benches for the teaching house.  The people knew  a very important teaching was coming so they built a pole thatched roof building with no sides with desk like benches to be used by the students. 

The New Tribes single engine plane and pilot who flew  us in after the air strip was built.  Ace was able to go in and drive the tractor brought in by river barge and help teach one of the Yembi men to drive it.   The whole village worked many weeks clearing huge trees and the stumps and getting them to the river to be floated away. 

 



Last picture of the last day of this  visit to the Yembi village where our daughter, son in law and two children ministered for  seven years.  A little culture lesson before I end this.  The basket which the ladies weaved for me is for my husband food. I am to hang it somewhere outside of the house and put his food in it to take on his hunting trips.  No one else is allowed to eat from it.  The pig tusk neckace was given to Ace by Andrew from a wild pig he speared.   The lady sitting next to me is named Sophi, she has not gotten saved to this date.  Her husband, Andrew got saved, he ask everyone to pray for her.  The other lady is the sister and she too got saved.  There is a Yembi functioning church with elders, teachers and some very strong Christians.  Have they faced oppostion? More then we face here in the USA.  But they will tell you it is worth is to no longer live in fear of the spirits and to know the creator loves them unconditionally.   

All over the world during this Christmas season misisonaries are giving of themselves so that people such as these tucked back in the jungles can hear what we can hear every day if we so choose.  They have no choice unless someone goes to them.  
For more information on this kind of ministry. Go to ntm.org....

THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO VIEW A LITTLE OF CHRISTMAS IN THE JUNGLE.