Coming together

It was at least 4 years ago we began to feel it was time to close the business and begin preparing to go into full time missions. It was something that had always been in our hearts but we had a bit of things to go through first. It seemed like it took us a long time to get where we are now.

There were times in Foz where it seemed like things were taking off. With the kids in the Favela I often thought it would lead to a church plant or a youth ministry but it never quite satisfied. It felt like it would have been settling and yet we knew it was what God had for the moment. There was much to do with Alannah being born, getting residency, attempting to learn a language que e' bem dificil.

When we arrived here in Corumba time began to stand still, in a good way. It often stood still in foz but in the what am I going to do today kind of way. Here we are busy, all the time, but it feels like we have been here forever when it has barely been three months. It is the kind of forever that is good, wonderful and peaceable.

Recently we have first been busy getting the kids going in school, our good friend Buster, another American crazy enough to live here, brought us. We are using a computer based homeschool program. It is easy to monitor and the kids enjoy it. We are trying to put a good priority on setting up the house. We bought a freezer, a cabinet for under the TV, bookshelves and I built a desk. I couldn’t find material to build a plywood desk so I bought two interior doors and they worked good.

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We also got another opportunity to go out to Porto Esperanca, but this time alone. It was exciting to see what our family would react like in that environment without a guide. We had been there before and there are some decent people there in the church but it is still a little intimidating.

I told them to do the service like they normally would if no one came out. I didn’t have a guitar with me and am not in practice, I can’t sing anyhow. I didn’t have a translator, we didn’t have a plan, we just wanted an idea where they are at. They asked me to preach, I had been prepared too, or so I thought. After a nice visit with them in the afternoon the service time arrived. They took turns leading a little music and reciting a scripture, often giving a bit of a fire and brimstone sermonette they had heard. It got a little chaotic and all over the place. By the time it was my turn I could no longer speak Portuguese much less preach. I think I did terrible, I couldn’t understand me how could they. Sadly it showed the lack of discipleship that has been done over the years. They do there best, I loved their hearts to lead worship and be together but they need better understanding of the story of God, the word of God. It was evident earlier in the day that they don’t have a great heart for evangelism but instead look at their neighbors as “sinners”.

The best part was seeing Melissa and the kids realize church would go forever and take all the kids back to do a Sunday school. I love seeing her get more confident and take charge of creating ministry opportunities. Tomorrow she is having all the neighborhood girls over again. After I shared we did have one boy come forward for prayer that I believe was wanting to give his life to the Lord. It really was a bit long and chaotic. Melissa did great keeping little kids busy while one of her own hung off her.

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Daniel and I got a chance to go on what thankfully wont be a once in a lifetime fishing trip even though it should be. What amazing beauty. As we went down river fishing I noticed remote Fazenda (ranch) after ranch. I believe we will be spending a lot of time out getting to know some simple people who need Jesus. When we got back we ate popcorn piranha and bbq cow. Next time he said he will buy a gun in Corumba so we can hunt an alligator at night.

Last night we had the chance to meet Walter and Carol Ponder. He is a retired pastor who has realy only changed jobs. He is building churches in Brazil. He is building them in remote locations, trying to raise a million dollars to build another 40 before he quits. He had the opportunity to build one for a semi local tribe. The chief had been saved as a kid and prayed 38 years for a church and a pastor to come to him.

They blessed us with a restaurant bought lunch, we didn’t have to cook today. Then I got to go look at a potential project site here in Ladario. In a very, very poor neighborhood. I got to meet the pastor of the church who has started the work there. I think both these men are good contacts.

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Thank you all so much for being behind us keeping us here. Your prayers and finances really do reach far. We are planning a trip home in July to share more specific vision and what we need to have a greater impact here. Be praying and perhaps saving to see how you can touch more lives.

Life on the Edge

We were a bit afraid my last blog seemed a bit whiny to people. It is just that life on the edge of the world can be hard but God’s grace is so much bigger. I was just wanting to illustrate how without it the challenges would drive us back the the US. Because of grace this is home.

That is the wonderful thing. Through the many challenges this becomes more home. Through the good times this becomes home. All the experiences we have here good and bad begin to build a new history. The reason Oregon, the US hangs on as home for so long is the history you have there. I wrote about some of the hard things then we had a couple weeks of the good.

The last 10 days have seemed like a month. First I finished the roof I was building. They seemed much more blessed and it really brought Fabio out of his shell. I wish I had a magic cure for the damage done by sin but it isn’t magic. It is God’s grace applied on lives and He goes about it gently and slowly. That we might learn and be able to apply it to others. I don’t know what abuse Fabio faced to be so repressed. To give him the maturity of a 12 year old when he is 18 but I know time, love, patience and above else the Word of God can open him up, God wants to make him a new creation.

Also Melissa had the neighborhood girls come over for a bible story, snack and some games. It was fun to see them interact but man, it is harder to keep kids organized in your house. They just have never had structure. One of the big needs is to just teach discipline, structure, obedience of rules. Many groups have came through, there are pastors here, many of these kids have heard the gospel and have prayed prayers. Getting people to take the time to get close and teach them how to live is always the hard part.

Why is that necessary? Why is that worth your dollars? Why is that worth our family living here on the edge of the world?

Our neighbor was 9 months pregnant and had never went in for prenatal care. Medicine is free here. The public system is slower and more crowded but if you have no job it is still good and you have time to waste. The problem is it is inconvenient and you don’t see the need. Why take a taxi or the bus to go wait in line when you could just sit home and wait? She didn’t know she had preclampcia and ended up going into cardiac arrest and quit breathing. Her boyfriend had to pull her tounge out of her throat and give her mouth to mouth. She went to the hospital after being revived and had an emergency c section. A few days later she came home.

She had been prescribed medicine for both her and the baby but again it is work to go get it. So she didn’t. Melissa was holding the baby and noticed he had a fever. She commented on it and began praying. The adult daughter of the boyfriend was there and convinced them to take the baby in. The baby ended up in the hospital a few more days and the mom was at home. Melissa was down there visiting them that night and I went down to check on them. They were nervous, scared and weren’t too sure of anything. I prayed for them and the baby in Portuguese. I encouraged them to trust God and that he cared about Joao as much as them. Kayla the mom seemed a bit more at peace and we left them to rest.

Joao ended up making it through the fever and getting to come home a few days later. What a joy to see Melissa holding him and Kayla smiling. To see Alannah’s big eyes looking at the little guy. Kayla's 2 and 3 year old still run naked in the streets, still need some education but at least Joao will have the opportunity to run naked too.

Also this week Kayla’s brother brought someone to the gate and called Melissa. I am the big meanie that says no to everything so they always try for the sucker. They wanted to sell us their blanket. It happened to be well over 90 and was almost 10 at night. I didn’t mean to but I laughed. I couldn’t imagine buying a blanket. I felt bad right away as they left discouraged. Obviously they needed something. After I went to bed and realized I wasn’t going to sleep I walked down the street and called Wallace. I asked what she really needed. He told me school supplies so her son could go to school but that an aunt agreed to buy them. I told him if they had used furniture to sell or found some I would help them refinish them for sell and left.

I told Melissa what they needed and she told me the kids of the worst mother on the street don’t go to school because they don’t have the supplies. You need a uniform, pants, lots of notebooks and pencils. The mother may be a prostitute because the 13 year old boy tries to take care of the girls 8,7 and 2.  She is never home and always dressed to party. I have compassion on her too but am very frustrated for those little girls. They jump up on any table, block of concrete, grab poles and dance like strippers at the drop of a hat.

I couldn’t sleep thinking of those kids repeating the life of the mother. What chance do they have an a nation so rapidly growing. Growing more expensive and more globally competitive. If they don’t go to school they are doomed to stay in the dark ages while the nation around them buys big TVs, cars and all sorts of newly available toys. Brazil is a rich nation where 30% of the population lives in absolute poverty. I was really bothered, with school it is hard to climb out of that without it is impossible.

I had coffee yesterday with our Pastor here. Altair told me the moms can go to the school and register them and ask for assistance. There is a way for any kid to go to school and get an education but the mom has to do some work. That is why we are here. The kids, the moms, the ones who are willing to change need to be taught the biblical importance and disciplines that can lead to changed lives, to changed family histories. These kids will grow up to reproduce. Either reproduce poverty or reproduce believers. It is not about the amount of money but about the mindset. Only the power of God’s word can change the mindset.

Be praying for us and whether God might want you to join us. We are living ok. We still need many things that cost a lot here but they will come over time. What we are short is the extra funds to bank roll ministry. To buy materials for the kids on the street. To buy wood for projects to teach kids how to build furniture. We need a bit more personally to buy a medical plan for our family but really we just want to grow in effectiveness. We have time, we are here, we aren’t short money for food or bills. We would like to take on more projects like the roof. You  can donate once or sign up for monthly below.

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Also we need to visit the states. We both have Grandparents that are ageing and would like to meet Alannah. We need to visit our church. We need to broaden our support base and we need to rest. It is going to take a good chunk of money, around 10k for airfare and some more for travel in the US. My parents are donating a car they bought here that I should be able to sell for about 5k. Pray about giving as they would like to see this function as a kind of matching gift. We plan to be in the states July 2nd – Sept 2nd. We need to firm this up and buy tickets in March. It is very important. If you want to take part in this email me at lblyon@yahoo.com and let me know. I will be making information available on how to designate for a special fund.

Thanks and God bless you all.

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Not heroes just by the grace of God

Luke 9:23And he said to all, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. 24For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will save it. 25For what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses or forfeits himself? 26For whoever is ashamed of me and of my words, of him will the Son of Man be ashamed when he comes in his glory and the glory of the Father and of the holy angels. 27But I tell you truly, there are some standing here who will not taste death until they see the kingdom of God.”

Today I had the joy of building the frame for a new roof over a lady’s out door kitchen area. It was hot today but I enjoyed working removing the broken tiles and sticks that were currently up there. I enjoyed the joys on their faces when they looked at some of my American tools and couldn’t believe how fast they were. I enjoyed showing Fabio her son how to use a few things and what they were for. I enjoyed having him help. I was feeling good doing a job not only for free but where I bought a fair share of the materials for someone. I was thinking what  a joy it is to be a missionary. Then I decided to help her more and ask her about cleaning our house a couple times a month. She has nothing, doesn’t understand many things, I am building her a roof and my friend Roberto is sorting out her utilities. She responds by trying to gouge me for a quick buck on the cleaning. She looked at me like an American with too much money and shot me a price three times normal with a smile on her face. Not only was her price high she has no transportation and I would have to pick her up an take her home. Thanks lady , but no thanks.

On top of that frustration I am afraid I have high blood pressure and have long had hypoglycemia. I didn’t eat this morning because nothing here is quick or easy. I got overheated, lost some hearing in my left ear and felt dizzy. I worked to get to a stopping point. My shirt and shorts were so sweaty it looked like I had just jumped in the river. Without even a little exaggeration I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get myself home. I got my tools got in the car hoping to get to the house and have Melissa’s help.

When I was driving up I see the whole family walking and the baby not looking too good. She was in Melissa’s arms and when I asked what was going on, she was going to walk a half mile to the doctor because of something with Alannah’s eye. Keep in mind I am barely able to drive or think. Alannah has a hard time living here. I start to get a bit worried. She is covered in bug bites, so are we, she is constantly covered in heat rash and has trouble with asthma.

I got them in the car, drove to the house to grab water and a shirt. I couldn’t have put mine back on if I wanted to, it was soaked and covered with sawdust. I also know I very much should have been going to a doctor, my ears weren't ringing yet but they were plugged and I was still dizzy. I grabbed ice water and jumped into a 15 second cold shower then got back in the car.

At that moment I no longer wanted to be a missionary. I wanted to be back in Oregon ignoring my health there. Miraculously it really was only a surface desire. Inside I knew I still wanted to be here driving to the hospital to get Alannah checked out again. Listening to her cry and trying to stop her from rubbing her eye. Even when we got to the emergency room and the fat, lazy un-kept “doctor” came in there was an acceptance that this is the price of the gospel. In fact death was paid for all of us.

He didn’t even look at her and told us to go to the eye hospital. Gave us a note to get us treated there. We were there with a baby that has a rash, is pale and has a swollen eye and he didn’t even look.

We headed off to find the eye hospital, luckily Daniel and Juliah had spotted it on our way to the emergency room. We got there to be told they were at lunch and come back at one. We got to the gas station, got home, got the other kids unloaded, I got a real shower and headed back.

The doctor was much nicer and the place was clean. They couldn’t find the problem but gave her some anti inflammatory drops. She still doesn’t look good but has her eye half way open and is watching TV.

After we got back home the guy came to repair my freezer. He missed seeing that he needed a special tool yesterday and now wants more money for the job but since I agreed to a second repair he will honor the original price.

We miss our family. We miss our culture. There is no fast food here. No movie theatre, no shopping mall. We are struggling to both love and reach the neighbor kids and yet teach them to respect us. They call our kids liars and don’t respect what anyone says but me. It’s frustrating, hot and the mosquitos are eating us.

Maybe I almost begin to understand what it means to take up a cross. I know there are people who have paid much higher prices. We aren’t heroes, we are fairly comfortable. We have a decent house, good food, a TV on the wall, satellite, movies and friends. I only think I am suffering because I love me so much.

Walking to the little store down the street I began to reflect on taking up your cross. There is a price to see peoples lives touched by the Lord wherever you are. The price is a bit of your life. That is what it means to loose it. It is no longer mine it is His. I can’t leave just because it is hard for Alannah to live here. Jesus who carried his own cross knows. He loves her more then me. He also loves the neighbor kids who spend 12 hours a day at our gate yelling for us to come out.

Right now we are finally starting to see real fruit, real opportunities for long term ministry. We seen a sprinkling of it in Foz with the kids in the favela but there was a sense that it was only a glimpse of the future. It didn’t feel established or quite real. Here there is a joy in seeing a plan come together. In writing an email to our leaders laying out goals, plans and dreams. Things are opening up and I feel like a missionary. I understand and accept my role. I even accept the pain it costs to be here. That doesn’t mean it’s easy. My flesh has no desire to post this. My flesh wants to leave for Campo Grande tomorrow or next weekend and see a movie, eat subway or burger king. My flesh wants to be fed.

How will I respond. I will get up earlier and be in the word longer. Try and be more prepared to view all the things that happened above as an opportunity for a little of the cross to be rubbed off of me and onto them.

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What do they need, can I offer it?

As we have lived in Brazil the last year and a half we have often wondered what is our job? Missionary is a big title, it covers a lot of ground. At times it can be evangelist, at times pastor, at times a farm worker, contractor, cook or even a parent. It isn’t as simple as a daily list of chores or punching the clock. You have to be a constant observer and learner.

The resolution I am coming to is that my job is to look at the people I am around and prayerfully attempt to asses their needs. Spiritually and physically. As we observe we also have to keep in mind our own ability to meet those needs. The people may need a hospital or a doctor, that may not be a need I am able to meet. We also have to look at whether God is calling us to meet that need. For instance the church here tends towards legalism. It is not my job to change the culture of the local church even though the people need to know grace.

Here in our neighborhood people need dentists, education and but much more they need discipline. Realy that is true of much of this city and much of Brazil. I would love to teach an in depth bible study. To open a church. To sit in comfortable living rooms. However God has led us to Corumba. Corumba has churches, has church leaders, has pastors and is even sending a few missionaries. What I see that is lacking is discipleship. Often people are believers but have not been led to maturity in their faith. The reality in a catholic country is that very few would deny that Christ exists, that he is God, and that he died on the cross. The biggest problem with the application of the catholic faith here is that they leave him on the cross.

I am not sure really where the line is between saved and unsaved. I personally don’t believe it is a simple prayer, though I still often use that. I believe it is much more simple than that but sometimes more genuine. There is no doubt in my mind that someone can pray a prayer in a moment of genuine confession that winds up commemorating the beginnings of their walk with Christ. There is also no doubt in my mind it could be a few words spoken in a moment of guilt without really giving place to Jesus to be Lord of our life. That is more the experience I see around me. People who have muttered words, been to a service or two but Jesus simply has no more place in their lives then a bumper sticker. Thankfully that is for God to sort out.

In the meantime it is clear to me walking with Christ is about learning to read and obey His word. That starts with me. Am I giving the word of God a life changing place in my life? Is my day marked by giving first priority of the day to a time in the word? In all honesty the last couple of weeks have been marked by much distraction. Trying t get back on task after Christmas has led to a bit of rushing out the door. I am first called to keep this straight.

After me, am I modeling and discipling submission to Christ to my wife and kids? Are Melissa and I together giving effort to seek Him jointly, to be ruled by and live in the Spirit? I see many signs that the kids understand why we are here. They seem to be grasping the task at hand. Juliah last night asked what happened to people who die and don’t know Jesus. I told her they go to hell. She responded with a simple that’s sad. It was so clear.

That is something we always need to remember. All of us. The people around us are very much in a sad state. They are more than likely damned, thankfully God is even more interested in changing that state then me. It wont all depend on us but we may well be able to be a part of it.

After that, if the person does have a saving faith, do they understand? Do they understand the joy of serving Jesus? Did they simply respond to him because someone preached eternal doom, because someone loved them, because they wanted to have peace and joy? Did anyone stay and explain to them that God’s word was given that we could experience life? That obedience is the key to receiving the promises of God?

I believe the streets here are full of people who need to be shown what a life of obedience looks like more then they need to pray a prayer. I believe I need to look at how to spend time interacting with people in a life on life format.

Currently Melissa spends a lot of time with the neighbors. Lots of women and kids. Loving them, being around them. She is looking to start volunteering at a hospital in Bolivia, we are leaving to go there in a bit. I am spending time helping on a little farm. We are having one boy who is 18 but acts about 12 help us. He has had a hard abused life. I believe he will be impacted just by being around Roberto and I. I am ordering materials right after this to build a new roof over his mothers outdoor cooking area. We are leaving to go to the river this weekend to minister again in Porto Esperanca.

God uses the time we spend next to people visiting, working, playing and sometimes even preaching is effective.