Are there opportunities for ministry? Of course: there always are! The amazing need for
‘standard’ missionaries is always unquenchable, yet as more and more obey the call to go there is
an increasing need for support missionaries to uphold these people in the work. There is the need
for maintenance, for administration, for teaching, for dorm parenting. For every thing that Dad
does it seems there are two more that have to go undone because there isn’t time. Our current
administrative workers that run our main office in N’djamena are unable to handle the huge load,
and each missionary on the field is being pulled out of their ministry for one month each year to
help them. Not only that: these talented people are in their last term before they retire!
Mom is teaching the whole school this year, whereas before she was ‘only’ co-teaching. Her
workload, although it was large before, has increased considerably. With this comes increased
stress. This year instead of the normal science fair of previous years, Mom organised a Heritage
fair for our international student body to learn more about their own countries of origin. She is also
organising the yearbook for the third year in a row. Although there has been less emphasis on this
in the past, she is requiring the kids to write a research paper this year, to prepare them for high
school. Surprisingly (or not) enough, none of them knew how. The challenge of teaching is always
a second-guessing game about what the kids already know, and what they will need to know:
hardly an easy job. Now this crucial ministry may be shut down. We will be going on furlough in
2005, and there is no one to take over the school for that year. If no one is found it is probable that
we will have to extend our term, in the hopes that someone will be found in that time.
Dad continues to fix all the little things that break. One recent example was that he fixed the car
of a fellow missionary who teaches women’s programs in Bible schools all over the country.
Along with running the station he also recently re-wired the Print Shop, since some of the wires
were melting and were a fire hazard.
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He also reinforced their walls since they looked like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and were in danger of falling,
due to the nearby construction of the first international paved road in Tchad.
Some of the new machines for the Print Shop were damaged in transport: useless/wasted gifts had
Dad not assisted in repairing them. He is currently replacing the dilapitated kitchen of one of our
houses so that a missionary family can move into it in May. He hopes soon to work on the radio
tower for one of the first Christian radio stations in the country.
For us kids, life goes on. Jessica is in grade six now and continues to struggle with homework.
Daniel is in grade eight; he has adjusted to the fact that there are now no children on the station.
We all look forward to the kids that will come with the new family that is moving here in May. I
am now in grade ten and school is starting to get a little harder. I am also teaching a computer class
at Palmview.
The Chad field needs more service missionaries: a teacher for the year we are home and
hopefully one (or more) ‘helpers’ or ‘co-teachers’ to help manage the huge load of running the
school. Also, maintenance people to repair/oversee the reparation of the numerous things that
break so that everything will get done and not just those things of emergency priority, and
administrative workers to oversee the operation of all the aspects of the field. So what would we
have you do? (1) Pray. There is nothing more powerful or more necessary than prayer. Pray that
people will be found to fill these positions that are so crucial to the operation of the field. (2)
Proselytise. Tell everyone you know, but especially those who might have an interest. We cannot
find people to fill these positions if we don’t look. Tell other people to, maybe they will know
someone who might be interested. Bring it up at prayer meetings and in church. (3) What about
you? That’s right you! It’s all fine to say ‘I will pray and I will proselytise in hopes that someone
will be found,’ but if everyone thought that way then no one would ever come. In the end someone
has to be the one that comes, maybe you’re it
;-)
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