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A Journey through Lent in the Scriptures

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A spiritual opportunity! Ash Wednesday  marks the beginning of the Lenten season.

We have a reading guide that you can use during Lent to focus on the life of Jesus.

This breaks up the actual accounts of Jesus’ life from the gospels in a way where, through Lent, if you spent about 15 minutes a day, you can read all the way through everything that is written in the Bible about Jesus. The idea of Lent is that we prepare our souls, so that when Easter comes we can be hungry for it.

If this would serve you during Lent then please take advantage of that.

The Readings

 

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My journey to the Chepang People

This is the story of Kathleen, a North Otago farm girl who at 20 had a call from God that took her on a lifelong journey to a remote village in the foothills of the Himalaya’s. Here she worked with her husband sharing God’s love to the Chepang people.

 As soon as I turned 15,  I left school to help my father on our family farm hoping to leave days of study far behind me.  I enjoyed the outdoor work and being involved in our local village church.  Then as a 20 year old I went with my sister to a Keswick Convention in Southland where I was challenged to dedicate my life for missionary work.  This really rocked my comfortable little world!  Besides, what did I have to offer?  I had no qualifications and minimal education.  I spoke with a counselor who advised me that the next step would be to go to Bible College!

Meanwhile, Ross was studying science at Victoria University in Wellington with an interest in the newly developing space programme.  He was involved in Intervarsity Christian Fellowship and found the bible studies there a great help.  He greatly valued his own bible so he was very interested to see a film about people doing bible translation.  But as he was studying science he thought it would not be something he could do.  The following year there was a speaker at an IVF conference at Masterton who was actually doing translation for an ethnic group in Papua New Guinea.  When Ross spoke with him he learned that it was not essential to have studied languages as Wycliffe Bible Translators (WBT) had their own specialized courses – the Summer Institute of Linguistics (SIL).  In fact this translator had a degree in biology. He advised Ross that the next step would be for him to go to Bible College.

That is how we both ‘happened to be’ students at Laidlaw College (formerly Bible College of NZ and, in our own time, known as the Bible Training Institute [BTI]) in 1962-3.

I was frightfully scared about going there with those students who I presumed would all be intellectual and probably saintly as well!  This was a huge step for me but I was convinced that was where the Lord wanted me to be.  It was a total change of life-style from being very active to spending hours each day in lectures and study.  In the end it turned out to be a wonderful time. I had great teachers and I made many life-long friends as well as meeting my future husband.  During my time at BTI it became clear to me that my next step would be to do nursing training.  This also was a surprise as I had had no previous interest in medicine at all and hated even giving injections to sheep! We both graduated in 1963 – Ross with Honours!

In 1964 I began three and a half years of nursing training at Oamaru Hospital while Ross went to Brisbane to attend the initial 3-month linguistics training before returning to Wellington to complete his science degree.  I later did a linguistics course in Auckland while he did an advanced course in Brisbane.  In the midst of all this we wrote many letters and were married in Oamaru 10th of December 1966.  April 1967 was another important day when we received notification that our application to become members of Wycliffe Bible Translators and SIL, had been accepted.  After my nursing training was finished we went on to ‘Jungle Camp’ in PNG for another 3 months of challenging activity.  There we learned to cope with all sorts of conditions (and food) as well as learning to relate to and live among cultures completely different from our own, practicing learning their language.

The end of 1967 found us both in Brisbane where I did the advanced Linguistics course and Ross was on the staff.  Six years of training had been quite a challenge for one who had left school at 15 hoping to do no further study!  However, I found the Summer Institute of Linguistics (SIL) training practical and intriguing.  It taught us how to unlock the mysteries of unwritten languages and put them into writing.  Firstly there was phonetics, where we learnt how speech sounds were made, how to hear and mimic them correctly then to record each sound with phonetic symbols.  Following that we could begin the analysis of the sound patterns as well as the grammar.  All languages have rules and patterns – linguists are just the sleuths who find and document these.  We had some practice at making basic literacy materials and doing actual translation.  A working knowledge of any culture is necessary for language analysis as well as bible translation, so living with the people is important.

Another important milestone was the birth of our eldest son Philip in Brisbane just a few days after I finished my SIL training.  Now it was time to prepare to travel to Nepal with a three month old. Why Nepal?  While at BTI, we had both become interested in working there as we had heard about the difficulties Christians were facing.  I often wonder if our interest was stirred because Ross’s mother had been praying for the king of Nepal for many years.  The Nepalese government had no idea what languages there were in their rugged little country the size of the South Island of New Zealand. So when senior SIL linguists approached the vice-chancellor of the newly established Nepal university with the offer to go into those remote places to do language research and analysis, he contracted for them to come.

On the advice of our on-the-spot colleagues we packed our trunks and sent them off to Calcutta, the nearest Indian port to landlocked Nepal.  Then we received a rather garbled telegram telling us to redirect our luggage to Bombay as the Nepalese government was limiting visas to only 5 teams (10 people).  Fortunately (or unfortunately) our luggage had not departed and we were able to redirect it as advised.  A few days later we received yet another telegram telling us to revert to the original plan as one couple had become ill and we were to go to Nepal in their place.  Too late!  Our trunks had already gone and we didn’t see them again for almost a year – not quite intact!  Three odd socks and my BTI blazer were missing!

We flew to Bombay then went by train to Pune in central India where we spent a month in orientation and preparation for Nepal.  Finally, in June 1968 we flew into Nepal over rugged ridges dotted with thatched huts that were eventually to become our home. The rainy season had just begun and as we descended into the wide bowl of Kathmandu Valley we saw green, terraced paddy-fields with clusters of brown villages spread beneath us like a carpet.  The airport was very basic and one of our friends was waiting for us on the tarmac with a jeep – which was also very basic!  It would have been impossible for us to find our Linguistic Centre without him as there are no street names or numbers.  My memory is of desperately clinging to the frame of the jeep with one hand and my 4-month old baby with the other as we bumped in and out of potholes and past mud-brick houses with grass growing on their tile roofs!  It seemed as if we had arrived on a completely different planet!

The next 6 months were spent learning how to speak Nepali, the national language and adapting to a very different life.  We were grateful to colleagues who taught us so many valuable lessons as we shared accommodation and experiences.  Five teams from five different countries who would be working on five different languages.  Our health was also challenged but nothing had prepared me for the day I thought I had lost my baby!  I had taken him in a stroller with me when I went down the street to buy bread.  On our way we were met by a group of colourful village women who had obviously never seen a foreign child before.  One of them grabbed him out of the stroller and ran off to show him to her friends. I was paralyzed!  Philip played his part well by screaming at the top of his voice so they soon returned him to the stroller while I went on to the bread shop shaking all over!  Needless to say I took a different route back to the flat.

Why did we choose the Chepangs?   After we arrived in Nepal we began to look for clues as to which language to work on. Very little had been written about the great variety of ethnic groups which were living in the Nepalese hinterland.  One anthropology book mentioned the little-known Chepangs who seemed to be very needy and neglected people.  It was not clear where exactly these people were and maps were difficult to obtain.  After the rains had finished Ross and his brother along with two young Nepali lecturers set off to find them and see if we could live amongst them.  After several days on buses then on foot the Chepangs were located and arrangements were made for us to live in one of their more accessible villages. I soon followed with Philip and all our bundles.

It was a long, winding bus journey with an 11-month old child. Up over a 3,000 metre pass (add another sweater), then zigzagging down to about 500 meters, (sweaters were off again)!  Ross met us and we spent the night in the grottiest lodge imaginable! Next day we had a shorter, straighter bus trip but it was slow and bouncy.

Along with an entourage of villagers carrying our baggage and baby we then set out on foot up the stony riverbed enclosed by steep, jungle-clad hills. After about two hours Ross tried to encourage me by telling me that when we rounded the next bend we would see the village where we were to stay.

Thinking we were nearly there, I was shattered when Ross pointed out the tiny houses perched high on a ridge away in the distance!  We were only about half way and the last part was straight up about 1500 metres!  However, I could not possibly turn back with all those villagers watching! We finally made it to the ridge and the people popped out of their houses to watch the curious sight we presented.

I had this overwhelming sense that this was what God had been preparing us for.  These people had waited a long time for someone to come and learn their language, put it into writing and translate the message of Jesus’ love for them.  They had never even heard His name! Now this awesome privilege was entrusted to us!

 And so began our relationship with the Chepang people of Nepal. canada goose outlet canada goose outlet

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So what is a Christian response?

I have been watching a couple of things play out on the world stage…elections in Greece and Egypt. In Greece they face tough choices…will they seek to live within their means…will tough choices be made?

I am reminded of a story in the Bible about working out the cost before you begin…about being a wise steward.

In Egypt, it appears the ruling military has issued a declaration apparently granting itself sweeping powers, as the country awaits results of presidential elections. The document by the Supreme Council of Armed Forces (Scaf) reportedly says new general elections cannot be held until a permanent constitution is drawn up. The fear is the military council is trying to consolidate power and resist the democratic changes demanded during last year’s demonstrations. I am reminded of the privilege we have to vote here and to pray for all those in authority…

So what is a Christian response?

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From Lower Hutt to Egypt. Rosie’s story

“There is nothing new in Egypt. Egyptians are making history as usual.”

My name is Rosie. Born and raised in Lower Hutt, New Zealand I attended Knox Church for many years. I am currently working in Egypt in the Partnership Office at the Diocese of Egypt with an Egyptian woman, Sherry. Our role is writing funding proposals, reporting on how we spend donated money, and communicating the work of the Diocese to our partners around the world.

Here is a glimpse of my life in Egypt during the crisis of 2011.

It’s been an amazing year to be living in Cairo and serving at the Diocese of Egypt with North Africa and the Horn of Africa.

The first day of the year was marked with sadness as 21 Christians were killed in Alexandria when a church was bombed on New Year’s Eve. We didn’t know at that time that there would be other attacks on Christians in Egypt, with Christian houses and shops being attacked in Moqattam and Imbaba (areas of Cairo) and when the Egyptian army attacked peaceful Christian protestors in October killing 25 people. There is an alternative narrative to this violence, stories of when Muslims and Christians have stood together. On Coptic Christmas (7 January), Muslims stood outside churches to protect them and in Tahrir Square, Christians stood in a circle around Muslims to protect them while they prayed.

Twenty five days into 2011, brave young Egyptians stood up against the injustice of their government and started a revolution. Eighteen days later, President Mubarak resigned, and I was privileged to witness the dancing and celebrating in Tahrir Square the next day. Nine months later, millions of Egyptians began voting in the first free elections held in their country for many years.

For my Egyptian friends, it’s been a hopeful, difficult, confusing, and eventful year. We don’t know what will happen next. Many are worried about the outcomes of the election, and what will happen with an Islamic majority in Parliament. However, we know that we have one certainty, that God is with us and whatever happens, it is in God’s plan for this country. We also have a greater hope, in the promises of Christ Jesus and his plans for the world. The writer of Hebrews instructs us

“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful” (Hebrews 10v23)

The Anglican Church in Egypt has been actively involved in the community throughout all that is happening in Egypt, through its churches, hospitals, schools and community development centres. Egyptians paid a heavy price during and after the January 25 revolution. After the revolution many people came to our community centres crying. They had lost their jobs and didn’t have money to buy food and could not provide for their families.

In response to this crisis, and with the support of many of our partners, the Diocese of Egypt distributed 564,678 Egyptian pounds (over $120,000 NZ) to over 7,283 poor families. 1,466 people were provided with micro-loans to start their own businesses, and 4,112 people were assisted with medical care. In addition, 600 people attended political awareness seminars, and 171 people assisted in obtaining ID cards and registered to vote.

I am so privileged to be serving at the Diocese of Egypt, and I am looking forward to what 2012 will bring.

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Thanks for stopping by

Thanks for stopping by! We here at Knox are so glad that you’ve chosen to worship with us and entrust us with helping to shepherd your children.

My intent for this blog is to be a place where I can share thoughts with all of you and provide some insight into what we are trying to accomplish by partnering with you. This has taken on a new meaning for me as my wife Megan and I have recently welcomed our first child; a little boy named Oliver. As we get used to the sleepless nights, the increased laundry load and the world generally revolving around our little guy, the awesome responsibility of parenthood is starting to sink in.

Though I’m a brand new father, I’ve been around kids enough and spent enough time with other families that I can anticipate some of the things that are ahead. Some of those things are great, and some are not so great. I know that I can’t shield my child from all bad experiences or hard lessons; the best I can pray for is that my wife and I provide Oliver a firm foundation so that when God begins tugging on his heart, he has seen modeled two parents that love each other, a faith in action, and a life and ministry that revolves around loving Jesus. I know that it’s my responsibility, and mine alone to spiritually lead my wife and children but I also know that the church plays an important part in that.

My prayer for all of you reading this is that Knox can be a place where we support families, provide resources and next steps so that you can lead effectively in your home. We don’t have all the answers, and as a parent with a tenure of two whole weeks, I certainly can’t claim to be an expert on parenting. I do however love Jesus and I want others to know him as well. As we do life together at Knox, I hope you’ll find a support structure that you can depend on. I’m looking forward to our next conversation.

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Disturb us, Lord

I discovered history when I went to University. I had never taken any interest in it when at school. Now I really enjoy reading history. Recently I was reading about Sir Frances Drake, who set out from England in 1577 bound for America. If I recall correctly, three years and thirty-six thousand miles later, at great risk daily to life and limb, he and his men circumnavigated the globe. The following prayer is attributed to him…

Disturb us, Lord, when We are too well pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true
Because we have dreamed too little,
When we arrived safely
Because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord, when
With the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst
For the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new Heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wider seas
Where storms will show your mastery;
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.
We ask You to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push into the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.

It moves me…
What do you think?

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