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Friends, It’s been too long since my last long letter. Life always seems to have something just around the corner worth waiting on before crafting one of these. But we’ve turned quite a few corners lately, and we are overdue for an update.
It’s a land of mystery and, most certainly, adventure – with uncharted territories, caravans, Sultans, and a fast-growing capital city. But it’s also a land of tremendous potential for the gospel. In many ways, Chad is unique in this regard.
When we were searching for a place to live, I came upon a magazine article in which the mayor of Senoia described his historic town as “twenty-five miles and one hundred years from Atlanta.” That sounded like just what we needed.
I love this.
50 things I love about my wife (written on May 28th 2015 – Our 20th anniversary)
So here we are. Americans again. Forty-three years old and starting over. After becoming to a certain degree “Africans”, we now feel like the proverbial square peg in a round hole.
I cherished every run, realizing that time, sadly, was not standing still. In fact, lately it feels as though it’s sped up some.
After what has turned out to be a “career” on the field, I have never been so inspired by God’s heart for Africa as I am today, and yet at the same time, never felt so inadequate to the task.
Looking forward, I see a hard road ahead for the finishing work of the Great Commission. And I believe there ought to be storytellers walking it alongside the church planters, Bible translators, disciple-makers, and others. If for no other reason than to simply “make much of God”, to declare His glory.
Neglected, abused, run off by a jealous step-father—whatever the reason, Nairobi has produced tens of thousands of street children. They run on fear, on drugs, and on the will to survive one more day. Some, a few fortunate ones, run into a second chance.
Renee gave her the name “Tamu”, which is Swahili for “gentle” or “sweet”. Then began rehab. Countless flea baths, vet visits, medications, bags of the finest German puppy food, more baths, and a lot of TLC.
Even if you don’t usually pay much attention to the stars, you would notice something amiss if you happened to be transported far over the equator and glanced upward. It would feel foreign even if you didn’t know why.
Africa’s youth may one day be the largest “people group” in the world.
I think it’s awesome that God has put On Field Media in place for such a time and task as this.
But what if this film, with its aim to awaken the African church to get serious about sending missionaries, was more lasting than all that? We may never know, but Ted could be right. He was certainly right when he said, “God made this movie.”
The making of The Distant Boat
I was taken back by this encounter, and reminded of my own long service as a pilot here in Africa. For 13 years I was the messenger. I certainly can’t remember all the people and places and boxes in the cargo pod. But I wonder now how many of those trips played a small part in someone’s redemption story.
Produced by Albert Martin (and available on Vimeo) Based on a sermon delivered by Rev. S.M. Lockridge