Beggar to Beggar: Finding Food and Walking Alongside . . . More Slowly

“Writers,” said David Brooks in a recent interview, “are beggars who tell other beggars where they found bread.” Brooks, a best-selling author, American political pundit, and staff writer for The Atlantic, called this his “favorite saying about writers.”

But wait up. I’ve heard a version of that phrase before, and I don’t remember it being about writers. Isn’t it about preachers, or missionaries, or just gospel-sharers in general? A quick internet search led me to the original:

Evangelism . . . is one beggar telling another beggar where to get food.

I was glad to find the actual quotation but was even more glad to find out its source. It wasn’t Elizabeth Elliot or Billy Graham or some other Christian from my American neighborhood. Instead, it was an evangelist and theologian from Ceylon (now Sri Lanka), D. T. Niles. Here is what Niles wrote in 1951 in That They May Have Life:

Evangelism is witness. It is one beggar telling another beggar where to get food. The Christian does not offer out of his bounty. He has no bounty. He is simply guest at his Master’s table and, as evangelist, he calls others too. The evangelistic relation is to be “alongside of” not “over-against.” The Christian stands alongside the non-Christian and points to the Gospel, the holy action of God. It is not his knowledge of God that he shares, it is to God Himself that he points.

It’s a great reminder to me that Christian wisdom doesn’t always flow from the West to the rest of the world—though it is so easy for me to get locked into a bubble of influence made up of people like me, where we are the givers of wisdom, and they are the receivers.

No, we are all beggars. We cross-cultural workers are beggars when we first arrive in a new country and have to ask where we can find chocolate chips or Jello (or good substitutes) or the best place to buy tea. We are beggars who need to be able to receive encouragement and motivation from our brothers and sisters around the globe. We are beggars who need to learn from others how better to come “alongside” them, to see the world through their eyes, to speak their language, to slow down and walk with them side by side.

In another book, The Preacher’s Calling to Be Servant (1959), Niles writes about how our habits of hurry have caused us to lose “the art of charity.” This is unlike Jesus, who, he says, though his ministry lasted only three years, always had time for the people around him. Niles shares a lesson from a missionary friend:

The Rev. Middleton Weaver, said to me, “When I first came to Ceylon, we travelled in bullock carts, now we travel in motor-cars, and the substitution of the one for the other has even ruined our evangelistic work. Now I rush down to a meeting and then get back home; when I used to travel in a bullock cart I really met people.” Yes, hurry means that we gather impressions but have no experiences, that we collect acquaintances but make no friends, that we attend meetings but experience no encounter. We must recover eternity if we are to find time, and eternity is what Jesus came to restore. For without it, there can be no charity.

The transition from bullock carts to motor-cars seems rather quaint to us today, but what more-modern inventions have given us the ability to hurry even more? Fast food? Microwaves and Instapots? High-speed trains? Immediate answers from High-speed internet? Immediate creativity from AI?

How can we not rush to take advantage of all these things?

Japanese-born theologian and missiologist Kosuke Koyama picks up this theme of slowing down to better serve those around us in Three Mile an Hour God (1980). The title is based on man’s average walking speed. It is the speed of the Israelites, he writes, who for forty years walked in the desert, learning that “man does not live by bread alone, but that man lives by everything that proceeds out of the mouth of the Lord.” And it is the speed of Jesus, traveling between Galilee and Jerusalem, bringing the “bread of life.” Koyama says,

Jesus Christ came. He walked towards the ‘full stop’. He lost his mobility. He was nailed down! He is not even at three miles an hour as we walk. He is not moving. ‘Full stop’! What can be slower than ‘full stop’—’nailed down’? At this point of ‘full stop’, the apostolic church proclaims that the love of God to man is ultimately and fully revealed. God walks ‘slowly’ because he is love. If he is not love he would have gone much faster. Love has its speed. It is an inner speed. It is a spiritual speed. It is a different kind of speed from the technological speed to which we are accustomed. . . . It is the speed we walk and therefore it is the speed the love of God walks.

British New Testament scholar and author N. T. Wright refers to this idea from Koyama in the short documentary Godspeed: The Pace of Being Known (2017). Wright says if we slow down, “we might actually be able, paradoxically and finally, to catch God up.” (We in the States would phrase it “to catch up to God.”)

Godspeed follows Matt Canlis, an American-born Anglican seminary student, on his quest to become a pastor whose vocation is patterned after the life of Jesus. While at Regent University, Canlis studied under Eugene Peterson, of The Message fame, who told him that he may need to leave America to learn how to minister like Jesus. Canlis and his wife later continued their studies at St. Andrews University in Scotland, where Wright teaches. While there, he also learned outside the classroom, serving the residents of Pitlochry Parish. 

Canlis had some pretty impressive teachers in Peterson and Wright. And we can add to that company Alan Torrance. In this case, I’m not referring to Alan Torrance, professor at St. Andrews, though Canlis may well have learned from him. Instead, I’m talking about Alan Torrance, bushy-red-haired, kilt-wearing resident of Pitlochry. Canlis helped Torrance overcome his skepticism about Jesus, while Torrance helped Canlis understand how to “walk” more like Jesus in the community.

Torrance opens the video describing Canlis when he first arrived. “He meant well,” he says with a grin, “but he didn’t know quite what he was doing. . . . I think we helped.”

Callis responds, “I think they did help. I’d been running for most of my life, running through life to get somewhere else. But the thing about running is that you miss things, many things. And if I kept running, I was going to miss everything.”

You can watch Godspeed here. If you can take the time—it’s around 30 minutes long—please do.

[photo: “Bread,” by St. Blaize, used under a Creative Commons license]

Say No More: The Words We Too Often Use to Silence Each Other



Shut up!

After raising five children, it’s hard for me to even type those words, much less say them out loud. Telling someone to “Shut up!” was an extreme offense in our family’s younger days. My wife reminds me of the time our pastor said the phrase from the pulpit while quoting someone in a story he was telling. Our children turned to us wide-eyed. “We’ll talk about it later,” she whispered to them.

Even now, the taboo still sticks with me.

While not as rude, there are other words in the English language used to get people to quit talking. “Stop!” we say, or “Be quiet!” “Hush!” “Pipe down!” “That’s enough!” “Shush!” “Shhh!” “Put a sock in it!” or “Talk to the hand!” (remember that one?). The vocabulary may be different, but the gist is the same.

In the church, in ministry, in work, in life, there are those who would tell us to stop talking when our words are inconvenient or troublesome. In my interview with Silas West from a few months ago, he speaks about this silencing of those who report spiritual abuse:

“What I frequently see,” he says, “is a concerted effort to silence the problem in order to get on to business as usual—but the problem that is getting silenced is the victim, not the abuser or the abusive culture.”

All of us long to be heard, but we don’t always want to listen. In the church community we have come up with some words and phrases that we use to keep others quiet. They’re things we should be cautious of when we hear them, and we should be careful when we consider saying them ourselves. Here are a few:

Gossip
This is one that A Life Overseas‘ Jonathan Trotter points out in Serving Well: Help for the Wannabe, Newbie, or Weary Cross-cultural Christian Worker, in the chapter “Four Tools of Spiritual Manipulators.” “Manipulators,” he writes, “will use a w i d e definition of gossip—and apply it liberally” to any kind of “negative talk.” After pointing out the sinfulness of gossip, “they magically remove their own responsibility to deal with the truth.”

“Be aware that despite all the preaching and teaching on gossip, a concrete definition will be absent,” he says.

But what happens when a concrete definition is present? Well, even then it depends on what it is and how it’s used. When you hear someone defining and condemning gossip, ask yourself what their motivation is. Is it correcting detrimental behaviors and guiding others to address problems in a better way? Or is it exerting control, shaping the narrative, and making sure that only those in leadership are allowed to discuss difficult issues? Is it being used by those in power to protect themselves and a broken status quo?

The best definitions I’ve heard of gossip* deal with the attitude and intent of the “gossiper.” I think we should use the same test for the ones applying the label.

Matthew 18
Jesus teaches on a number of topics in the 18th chapter of Matthew, but “Matthew 18” is often shorthand for Jesus’ teaching on how to handle a fellow Christian who has committed a sin. First, Jesus says, go to the person one-on-one. If the person doesn’t listen and repent, take one or two others with you. If that doesn’t work, tell the church.

Jesus gives this direction to show us how to deal with sin at progressive levels, with the aim of restoring our brothers and sisters. It should not be flipped on its head and enforced against an accuser to let abuse continue in the shadows.

Not all complaints involve confronting sin, and not all sins can be easily confronted alone, face-to-face—such as when an abuser holds complete authority over the other person or when there is danger in approaching an abuser in private. Also, in cases of abuse, having an individual listen to you and admit their wrong won’t be enough to rectify the situation, especially when others are being harmed or are at risk.

But that doesn’t stop some people from saying that if you don’t follow Matthew 18 to the letter, your accusations are invalid. Transgressions should not be allowed to continue simply because they were reported in the “wrong” way.

Root of bitterness
Hebrews 12:15 says, “See to it that no one falls short of the grace of God and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many” (NIV).

Hebrews’ “bitter root” (or “root of bitterness,” as in some translations) harkens back to Deuteronomy 29:18, where we read, “Make sure there is no man or woman, clan or tribe among you today whose heart turns away from the Lord our God to go and worship the gods of those nations; make sure there is no root among you that produces such bitter poison” (NIV).

While this speaks of the bitter (or poisonous) root as one or more people who lead others astray, today we often hear it applied to “bitterness” fostered in ones heart, an anger that one refuses to release. In this way, root of bitterness can become another label that shuts down discourse. “You need to forgive and forget,” they say. “You need to let go of your grudge.” “You need to quit living in the past and move on.” “You need to kill the bitter root inside of you.”

Yes, there are passages in the Bible that warn against resentful and unforgiving attitudes, but I don’t think that’s the focus of this one. And yet it is so easily applied to quickly silence, and shift blame to, the accuser.

Protect the work
When abuse, or another wrong, is threatened to be exposed, there may be those who want to cover it up for the sake of the ministry. “If this gets out, ” they will say, “we’ll all be sent home. That’s what the enemy wants, and what will happen to God’s work then?”

And if the work is successful, the voices may deny the accusations on the grounds that the methods or workers can’t be bad or God wouldn’t be blessing them. But the enemy is present in the sin and the coverup. The Spirit is present in bringing the truth to light so that repentance and healing can occur. God’s work can handle the exposing of sin. Exposing sin is part of God’s work.

To be clear, there is danger in ignoring any of the instructions referenced above. Gossip (as presented in the Bible) is wrong, Matthew 18 should be followed, bitterness should be guarded against, and good work is worth protecting. But when someone uses such words as wholesale labels to quickly shut down any unwanted complaints, that is a misuse of them for one’s own ends.

I’ve presented the above examples of what abuse victims should not accept as reasons for being silenced. Now I’d like to shift gears somewhat and talk about some more-benign phrases that I often hear that are more broadly used by those in leadership. If you’re a leader, please be careful if you find these part of your vocabulary. What you’re wanting to say may not be what is received by those you’re saying it to.

I don’t do drama
“I don’t do drama” can sound a lot like “I don’t do people.” Off-the-shelf people typically come with issues and conflicts and problems. Issues and conflicts and problems are sometimes difficult to deal with, but that’s part of what leadership is about. It’s not just taking care of the work, it’s also taking care of the people doing the work. While over-the-top theatrics should be minimized, drama should not be invoked to dismiss and belittle those with struggles and complaints.

Stop the complaints
I’m glad that my doctor doesn’t chide me for my complaining. Instead, she types into her notes something like, “Patient complained of a sore throat,” not “Ahhh, this time it’s throat pain. Every time it’s complaining, complaining, complaining!” No, our coworkers aren’t our patients, but we should be attentive to the problems they bring up. If all someone does is complain, then that attitude can be addressed, but it’s not sufficient to say that complaining in and of itself is wrong. I’ve been in several situations where we’ve discussed giving people a forum to voice their opinions, and someone will say, “We don’t want it to be all complaining and have it turn into a gripe session.” My thought is that if there’s that much to complain about, we probably need a gripe session. The focus should be on finding ways to remedy the problems, rather than on labeling, and condemning, the way the messages are being delivered.

Don’t bring me problems without solutions
Again, I’m glad this isn’t in my doctor’s repertoire of phrases. When someone is in over their head, they’re often not equipped to know how to dig their way out. Maybe those higher up, with more experience and wisdom, know the answer. Maybe collaboration can lead to a fix. Maybe just talking through it will help sort it out. Some issues should be figured out independently, but telling someone to solve everything on their own will lead to isolation, distrust, and frustration.

I want results, not excuses
Excuses is another word we redefine to end discussion. But one person’s excuse is another person’s legitimate reason for not being able to get something done. Excuses aren’t always valid, but often they are. And we won’t be able to determine that unless we listen.

Yes, listen—as in being quick to listen, à la James 1:19. When I hear West say that abusive cultures don’t want to listen but instead want to silence victims and get back to “business as usual,” I think of the song title “Shut Up and Dance.” Some ministry or workplace cultures could adopt that as their mantra. In that case, the tune for the dance is set by unhealthy systems.

When we listen to each other, though, even to things that are uncomfortable or worrying, we can work together to hear God through each other’s voices. In that way, we can get in step with God’s beautiful melody, as messy as it may be to get there. And that’s a song worth dancing to.

*Gossip is a word that’s easier to apply than it is to define. It’s originally from the Old English godsibb, which means “a kinsman in the Lord,” or “godparent.” Later, it came to mean someone who reveals intimate or personal details of a closely related friend or relative. Biblical usage expands on that meaning, and translations of the Bible interchange gossip with words such as whisperer, scandal monger, talebearer, and slanderer.

[photo: “shh!” by Ann, used under a Creative Commons license]

Addressing Spiritual Abuse Experienced by Cross-Cultural Workers: An Interview with Mental-Health Counselor Silas West

It’s been over a year since I talked here with Barnabas International’s Josh Beck about member care and cross-cultural workers. At the time, he mentioned “emotional and spiritual abuse” as a “pressure point” that Barnabas was beginning to look at and said he’d know more on the topic in six months.

While it took me longer than I’d planned on, I recently reached out to him again to follow up. (How time flies!) Josh said that Barnabas staff had come across abuse situations when providing member care, so they first decided to look at themselves to make sure they weren’t fostering any systems that could lead to abuse in their own organization.

This evaluation took the form of a spiritual-abuse audit, led by Silas West, an adult TCK and former cross-cultural worker in Nepal and member-care professional, who now works as a licensed mental-health counselor in the US. Josh suggested I contact Silas, and Silas kindly agreed to add his voice to our discussion. Following is our conversation, which took place over email.

Thanks, Silas, for talking with me about such an important topic. First off, what do you see as the characteristics of spiritual abuse, and how have you seen it take place in the world of cross-cultural work?

Thanks for asking this question and for making this issue known in a broader way. So specifically, you asked about the characteristics of spiritual abuse. The first characteristic is that spiritual abuse often occurs as a misuse of power. An individual or group with greater power causes harm (intentionally or unintentionally) to someone with less power. For abuse to be spiritual abuse, there must be a religious, sacred, or spiritual (faith-based) context.

This does not mean it has to only be within a church. It can take place in para-church organizations or faith-based organizations. It occurs in marriages or parenting where faith, Scripture, or fear of God is used to coerce or manipulate, and it can happen in a mentoring or discipleship setting or in a small group . . . anywhere where the sacred or faith is the context of the abuse.

It can be committed by an individual or by a group or system. It is not always committed by a leader. A pastor, leader, director, elder, or missionary team leader may be abusive. But so can a member of a congregation or team. If that member can wield the opinion of the group, even if that member is technically an equal in power sharing, practically, they hold power over the one being abused because they control the opinion or perspective of the group over the victim. Power is not just in the rank or role held. It can be real or perceived.

Spiritual abuse utilizes various methods to control, coerce, manipulate, or otherwise influence. Scripture is often used to persuade someone toward an outcome that the abuser wants. Theological teaching, fear of the eternal, or position in the group (like how the group may reject them if they disclose wrongdoing) are also used.

And one of the key characteristics of spiritual abuse is that it is not always intentional. In fact, I would say in the majority of abuse situations I work with, it happens unintentionally. But this is why it is often missed. Because those committing the abuse are usually in positions of authority or greater power, they get to dictate the narrative of what happened, which is filtered through the lens of their intentions.

What is essential to truly understand if abuse is occurring or not is the impact, not the intention. This means centering the victim when deciding when abuse has occurred. Whether it was intended or not, victims experience holistic spiritual, emotional, and psychological harm.

Spiritual abuse may include manipulation, exploitation, enforced accountability, censorship in decision making, requirements for secrecy and silence, pressure to conform, shaming, misuse of Scripture or the pulpit or leadership roles to control behavior, condemning language, requiring obedience, suggesting the abuser has a divine position, isolation from others, and more.

The second part of your question asked how I have seen this take place in cross-cultural work. I have a number of stories I could share and probably will over the course of this interview. But in general, I often see organizations fail their cross-cultural workers by protecting team, regional, or area leaders who have had abuse allegations leveled against them over believing and protecting the ones experiencing the abuse.

The abuse is often minimized or reframed as a misunderstanding. Victims are often told that they need to be forgiving and focus on unity. Sometimes there is silence—Maybe if we don’t respond this will die down. Frequently, victims are blamed for what happened and are censored. They are removed from their positions and cut off from support or help. What I frequently see is a concerted effort to silence the problem in order to get on to business as usual—but the problem that is getting silenced is the victim, not the abuser or the abusive culture.

I’m sure many will recognize what you’ve described but will be reluctant to label it as “abuse,” as that’s such a loaded word. (And that’s where some of the silencing can come in.) What should people do to make sure abusive behavior is seen for what is is—by the victim, by the perpetrator, and by others, such as those in member care—so that it will be appropriately addressed?

Honestly there is not much that can be done to make perpetrators and those who protect systems that cause abuse accept what is being done as abusive. If they are willing to acknowledge it, good on them, but they are in the minority.

For instance, I used to work for a sending organization as the director of mental health and counseling in the member-care department. I was getting a significant number of cases of C-PTSD (Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder), depression and anxiety, and other mental-health illnesses from within two specific overseas teams. As I dug deeper, I discovered that their leaders, who were very well loved by the main leadership as charismatic and able to recruit well and tell a good story on stage, were bullies, would overstep boundaries, were very controlling, maintained a culture of secrecy on their field sites, and outed people who sought help from outside the team. . . . The list of their poor treatment of people goes on.

I tried to work with these two leaders directly with the help and partnership of the regional leadership, who supported my efforts (they actually asked for it), but we got nowhere. So the regional director asked me to present a report to organizational leadership that outlined our findings, our efforts to intervene, and our recommendations that these leaders be removed for a minimum of a year and sent to very carefully chosen places that could help them address their issues.

Instead, leadership rewrote the narrative saying that these field leaders were victims of a smear campaign against them, that they were now traumatized because they were being accused of mistreating people they loved, and that calling out leadership that was anointed by God was a sin. To add insult to injury, the organization then paid thousands of dollars to send them to a lengthy upscale retreat designed to help burnt-out and tired pastors and missionaries get some soul and physical care.

Meanwhile their victims were silenced, pleas for financial assistance for their counseling were ignored, and a new policy was put in place that disallowed the use of the words abuse and narcissism and banned the reading/recommending of books like When Narcissism Comes to Church, Redeeming Power, or A Church Called TOV. On top of that, I was given a week to pack up my office.

For victims, it is also complex. Many of them are caught up in systems that have manipulated them for years to believe only the best of their leaders, to believe that it might break a “covenant” with their teams if they speak out or ask for help, or to believe that they are being less spiritual and lacking faith if they can’t “tough it out for the kingdom.” I often find people very resistant to accept they are being abused for some of these reasons.

It is not my job to convince anyone of anything, though. Often I just ask the question, “Is it possible that you are experiencing an abusive environment?” and then let them ask questions like, “What would abuse look like?” I can define spiritual and emotional abuse for them and let them decide.

Organizations like Barnabas International are doing a really good job of educating member-care practitioners on how to identify spiritual abuse and what to do when they encounter it. I have spoken at several of the last Barnabas  conferences about the topic and received good responses from MC professionals. They are also spearheading awareness campaigns for missionaries. And I’ve presented to a group of field workers about what spiritual abuse is and how to get help if it is happening to them.

More needs to be written to grow awareness. Often what helps is just finding ways to put a name to the array of symptoms victims are experiencing. Their growing lack of interest in things that they used to love, decreased motivation for ministry, panic attacks, depression or anxiety, reduced trust in others, etc., are not sin, failure, or an absence of God’s blessing—they are actually their nervous systems’ natural (God-designed) reaction to prolonged mistreatment.

Care has to be given to victims to prepare them for the possible reaction of their organizations if they speak out. Many have lost their standing within their orgs for calling out abuse and have had to serve under a banner of stigma or, what usually happens, get pushed out of the organization.

Thanks for advocating for your coworkers, and I’m sorry that you lost your job because of it. Spiritual abuse certainly has many and far-reaching consequences. I’d like to drill deeper into one of those consequences you listed: victims’ “reduced trust in others.”

Church and mission structures are often set up with defined lines of authority and communication. When abuse is introduced into those structures, how can that affect a victim’s trust, not only in those in leadership, but also in the institution of the Church itself and, ultimately, in God?

Craig, this is one of the truly tragic consequences of spiritual abuse. As you said, church and mission structures are set up with defined lines of authority and communication. In fact, their functional success depends on those structures working smoothly. Trust is the only way those structures can operate in a way where everyone gets what they need to do their jobs and to thrive.

Research psychologist Timothy Levine asked the questions why and how humans are prone to being deceived and, therefore, subjected to abusive systems and people. He discovered what he called the “Truth-Default Theory” (“Truth-Default Theory and the Psychology of Lying and Deception Detection,” Current Opinion in Psychology, vol. 47, October 2022, https://doi.org/10.1016/j.copsyc.2022.101380). Basically, he discovered that we are predisposed to believe in the honesty of others unless our skepticism is triggered by enough evidence to the contrary.

What typically happens in a church or missional context is that people have given their trust to leadership—often in a significant way—sometimes with loaded language, such as “covenantal” or “joining family.” So people who are seeking belonging, wanting to be part of something bigger than themselves, or desiring to make an impact for good on the world, they enter into a system that promises to give them a place to belong, promises to give them purpose, promises to be trustworthy. Often those joining are young and haven’t experienced much of the world, and their “trust-meters” are strong.

Taking all of this into consideration, it often takes a great deal of mistreatment, of deception, of hurt before someone lets go of what Diane Langberg calls “a deep need to feel safe, to believe that evil could not possibly exist in the circles I inhabit.” So because it takes such an incredible amount of abuse to overcome these factors (loaded language, promises of purpose, sacredness of the spaces, the psychological effects of our truth-default bias, and our deep need to believe that we are safe), enough to trigger skepticism in them, once it does happen, trust is not just damaged or tarnished, it is shattered.

Some people are able to focus the broken trust onto the organization or onto specific leaders who harmed them. But many were initially introduced to the faith through the charisma of the same leaders or organizations who harmed them and have a much more difficult time separating the specific individual or institution from the church in general, faith, or even God. This results in a situation where their broken trust extends to their faith or belief in God or at least that God is somehow good.

I also want to revisit the truth-default theory again. Because our default is naturally to trust others, there is something that psychologically happens to someone when that internal mechanism gets broken. It triggers something in the parasympathetic nervous system of a person where the self-protection part of our brains takes over, and even if we wanted to, we can no longer trust until that internal switch gets turned off.

This is why one of the common effects/symptoms of C-PTSD is “difficulty trusting others.” This isn’t just something someone chooses for themselves. It happens outside of their ability to control. And it is not limited to situations or relationships similar to the one that harmed them. It often affects a person’s global ability to trust others or to get close to/attach to people or groups until that parasympathetic response gets resolved.

For many victims it is not simply, “I don’t trust my church (or mission agency) anymore.” It becomes something far more devastating: “I no longer know how to trust anyone or know how to feel safe belonging to anything again.” To me, this highlights how insidious and evil spiritual abuse can be. It debases the very psychological systems God created in us to connect, to build community, to unify together around common goals, to relate, to experience intimacy. Sometimes the damage is irreparable and people never recover their innate, childlike ability to believe that they will not be harmed again. Often recovery is slow and gradual and comes with great pain.

And every time a victim’s abuse gets denied— “You are just exaggerating what I said,” “You are making it sound worse than I meant it,” “No one meant to hurt you,” “That wasn’t abuse, it was accountability,” “Abuse is such a strong word,” “You are letting culture define abuse instead of the Bible,” “Everyone gets hurt in a church sometimes,” “You are confusing abuse with disappointment,” “It’s not trauma, it’s conflict,” “You are just oversensitive,” “You took it the wrong way,” “You are too easily offended,” “You are just projecting your own issues onto me”—the trust-trauma goes deeper.

A person not feeling heard or believed by the person or system they once put so much trust and belief in just adds to the deepening psychological effect of damaging their innate trust-default bias and makes their ability to trust anything again that much more difficult.

I didn’t even mention the effect that broken trust has on the functioning of systems that depend on trust to work. But people expressing their difficulty trusting after being harmed are often penalized for their expression of concern, doubt, or critical thinking. They are called troublemakers, people bent on disunity, people being influenced by culture instead of God’s word, unforgiving, etc. All of this just adds to the problem instead of making it better.

As you allude to, there’s been quite a bit of helpful literature written lately concerning abuse, narcissism, bullying, and the like in the modern church. While it all applies to Christians in general, what are some aspects of the missional world in particular that deserve more attention, characteristics that create environments that might be susceptible to spiritual abuse?

I think there are a number of unique aspects to missional life that create environments that are more susceptible to abuse. One is the isolation factor. A classic characteristic of narcissistic abusers is to isolate their victims (usually a domestic spouse) from outside support—think parents, friends, etc. The missional setting automatically does this.

Add to it teaching that a particular leader might promote like “We cannot trust therapy because it is humanistic” or “We honor one another by dealing with our issues in-house and not exposing one another to outside scrutiny” or even “We cannot talk about anything that happens here in our community because of the risk of exposure and deportation—anything shared outside could jeopardize our being able to be here.” (All of these and many more are things I have come across in my work.) So if you take teaching or community norms like this and add them to an already isolated context, so much abuse can take place without anyone knowing anything about it.

In his book, When Narcissism Comes to Church, Chuck DeGroat writes something to the effect that ministry draws people with some degree of narcissism. Who else but those with some level of narcissistic confidence can stand before a congregation week in and week out and speak on behalf of God?

In my own experience as an MK in Africa and then as a career missionary in South Asia, I can attest to the fact that many who are “called” to missions are actually people looking for a platform, and mission work provides a contact to be adored by supporting churches back home and practically worshiped by local people. Throw in team members who have been raised with Christian teachings about submission and the need to honor “authorities appointed by God,” and you have a recipe for abuse.

It is one of the roles of a good leader to protect those whom they lead. I served under a couple at one time who looked out for me by always questioning how much I was taking on. Their thoughts were that the work of ministry will always be there, but there is only so much of us to go around. We need to steward ourselves as a limited resource. It was helpful to be supported in saying no, having boundaries, etc.

So many of the abuse survivors I have the privilege of working with have vastly different experiences. Whether explicitly or implicitly, they are given the message that if they are being supported, they owe it to their supporters to serve with (code word) “diligence,” which actually means with no boundaries. Or they are given the message that the weight of people’s eternity rests on their shoulders so there is no space or time for recreation or leisure—only time for ministry.

As an MK who attended a boarding school specifically for global workers, I am very aware of the issues those schools have. There are some pretty horrific stories that have surfaced following investigations of abuse at these schools. Thankfully my experience was a good one. But what occurs over and over again in these settings is that abuse happens, people who could do something about it find out, and it gets covered up out of fear of the financial implications or of marring the reputation of the ministry or even God. So the abuse actually just keeps happening because abusive people discover that there are no consequential consequences.

Other types of abuse follow the same pattern: A team leader is found out to be abusive. Rather than removing them from leadership, which would draw questions and attention, it’s covered up, victims are discredited or silenced, and the status quo is maintained. This is not unique to missions, but it probably is more prevalent because of the lack of public scrutiny and the isolation from accountability. It’s easier to spin the narrative when you are thousands of miles away from anyone who can ask more critical questions.

So I would say the key factors I see are isolation from support; the teachings and spiritual formation people bring to the table about things like boundaries, expectations, leadership/authority, and autonomy; narcissistic leaders who are drawn to the kinds of platforms missional ministry provides; the need to protect the ministry; and the weight of the kind of work that global missions offers. These are all factors that uniquely contribute to spiritual abuse in missional settings.

This is quite a sobering topic. What encouragement would you have for current or former cross-cultural workers who are experiencing the effects of spiritual abuse? Can you share about some you know who have found their way to healing and regained trust?

My first response is that there is hope for sure. For some of our most painful wounds that we receive from spiritual spaces, we never had language to discuss them—before talking to someone (usually someone outside the situation who can help us see things objectively). The wounds lived in our bodies, and when they manifested, we thought they were a sign of weak faith or sin or maybe rebelliousness or selfishness. But in reality, it was because we felt our safety was being threatened.

Hope is in being able to begin naming our experience for what it is and not what we were told it is by those who benefited by controlling us. Doing so is not an attack on our faith or our spirituality (though it can feel like it at first); it is an act of clarity and care for ourselves for the ways we had to adapt in order to feel safe. It is truly an act of faith—faith that God may hope for something better for us than what we were told was “His best.”

Curiosity is a natural part of cognitive and emotional development. Many of us were taught that questioning is dangerous and a sign of rebellion. So our nervous systems adapted, teaching us to fear asking questions, thwarting our God-given means of development. We learned to distrust our minds in order to belong. We learned that our acceptance within our spiritual spaces shifts the moment we express disagreement, a current struggle, or a need.

So our nervous systems learned that anything that wasn’t black and white must be dangerous, that anything we had questions about was a threat. Our bodies adapted by hiding from ourselves what felt true about our experiences or about the doubts we had because being honest threatened connection and belonging.

Repeated warnings about God’s punishment and wrath from early developmental years activated our nervous system’s fear centers, and even though our minds adapted as we matured to understand a theology of God that integrated his mercy, grace, and forgiveness, our nervous systems—our physical bodies—keep reacting to old messages embodied in childhood. This created a split, where our minds believed one thing about who God is, but our nervous systems believed another. We needed the childhood messaging of God’s goodness and faithfulness, not the fear messaging about hell or damnation.

We learned that our pain was a faith issue, a failure on our part to manage ourselves correctly or to appropriate our faith adequately. Our bodies learned that suffering should be hidden, spiritualized, or pushed down. What we actually needed instead of the message to pray harder or seek Jesus more fervently was comfort and presence so that our nervous systems could receive co-regulation. Suffering didn’t need to mean we were lacking faith; it meant we were humans without enough support and compassionate resourcing.

We were taught not to trust our “Spidey-sense” when we were pretty sure something was wrong with phrases like The heart is deceiving you or You are under spiritual attack. Frequent gaslighting overrode our perception of threat or a boundary crossing. Our bodies learned that our instincts—God-given methods of detecting threats—threatened our belonging and connections to our communities, so we learned to silence our instincts, resulting in broken trust with our bodies long after we leave.

When we witnessed real abuse or unhealthy dynamics and spoke up about them, we were ignored or our concerns were explained away. So our nervous systems learned that naming pain or abuse risks being exiled. We learned to accept and tolerate greater levels of abuse or un-health even if it hurt us.

The hope is that once people can begin to name and recognize these experiences as maladaptations to our nervous systems, when fear or pressure or silence became normalized, we can see how these patterns made sense in their context, and we can seek out new experiences where safety and honesty exist. Our nervous systems are resilient and can learn new, healthy adaptations if we give them the chance to.

I was recently sitting in my church and one of the pastors stood up and acknowledged how he had said something disparaging about another denomination in an offhand way in his sermon the previous week. He said clearly what he did, how it didn’t reflect the character of God to disparage anyone or any group of people, even in jest, and that he wanted to repent publicly for what he had done. What he had said truly was not a big deal, but he was willing to humble himself even in the little things. It felt safe.

In that moment, I realized how so many times in different spiritual spaces I had sat through countless toxic statements, “othering” comments, etc. I realized that many times I had even brought attention to discriminating and disparaging statements made by leaders and pastors. But each time they were minimized, normalized, spiritualized, denied, or flat-out ignored. I began weeping in my seat at the felt safety my nervous system was experiencing at the simple yet profound apology from my pastor for making an off-hand remark about people from another denomination. It was a moment of hope and healing.

When our nervous systems experience something good, they respond, often with grief at all the bad they have experienced. But that is a sign that what has been normal no longer feels normal and we are adapting to healthier, godlier environments.

I also recently exchanged emails with a former client who had gone through a traumatic team situation. Her team leader had borderline personality disorder, which is marked by emotional instability, an insatiable need for approval, the need for others to walk on eggshells, etc. The explicit demands this leader made were impossible. But even more traumatizing were the implied demands made by her emotional instability. On top of it, she required the team, made up of four single women, to live together in the same apartment. So there was no emotional safety or space.

It took years for this client to feel she could name what had happened to her and begin to parse out the specifics of how she had been harmed. Her faith had been twisted by this leader to the point she believed saying anything honest about her experience was not only a betrayal of her leader, but of God himself, who had set her up as leader. This, along with her need to be loyal, made it feel unsafe for so long to name what had happened. But once she did, she began to look for new experiences that allowed her to begin feeling safe, to grieve her lack of safety, and to learn to trust herself again. It took time, but the fullness of life and the courage she lives in now is in stark contrast to her old missionary life.

I used to work in a large church system that celebrated the extreme. Missionaries who had extreme situations, people who did extreme street witnessing, people who went to extreme lengths to share the gospel, etc., were platformed and venerated. It created an atmosphere where people who were living normal lives felt like they weren’t doing enough for God. My wife and I left that environment after, as I mentioned before, I named some abuse taking place within some of the overseas church-planting teams and I was fired from my member-care position.

A couple of years after leaving, we visited a service to support a friend who was singing on the worship team. As soon as the sermon started, we both felt a level of tension and noticed growing anxiety in our bodies. The sermon would have felt normal to us before. But we had detoxified ourselves by attending a different, healthier church where amping people up to serve God in extreme ways was not the messaging: being salt and light, loving our neighbors, finding God in the quiet and normal walk of life was what we had come to accept as normal. So when our bodies encountered something different, something that felt like a boundary crossing, they reacted with anxiety and even panic. We both had to leave the auditorium.

I have spoken to a number of others who have had similar experiences of panic rise up in them when they returned to this church’s services after a lengthy time away. Even their own missionaries who return for a home assignment report feeling this way, like, “I don’t know what is happening, but I feel really anxious when J*&&% starts preaching.”

I see this as hope: hope that we can learn to discern what is healthy for us after getting out of what is not, hope that where abuse was normalized and we couldn’t see it as abusive becomes clear for what it is when we can name it and see it clearly, hope that our resilient nervous systems can relearn how to feel safe when given truly safe spaces to exist in, and hope that they can then tell us more accurately when we aren’t safe whenever we find ourselves in toxic settings that used to feel normal.

Thanks again, Silas—for bringing awareness to this issue, for giving wise counsel to those affected by it, and for offering hope.

[photo: “Broken Glass,” by Rene Mensen, used under a Creative Commons license]

Heaven’s Embrace

Pictured above: Mami Banla meets my daughter, Elaina, for the first time.

Eight Cameroonian mamas adjusted their head coverings and stopped their chatter to watch the colorless foreign family spill out of a truck and into their lives one day in the remote mountain village of Lassin. Father, mother, and four kids poured out of the vehicle, all with gecko-pale skin that the sun threatened to slice right through. Their hair looked unmanageably “slimy.” That’s the only word one chuckling mama could use to describe it.  

The women had heard from the leader of their large, extended family that this foreign family was to come live many years among their nest of eight clay huts and two block houses. The mamas respectfully greeted the strangers and then got back to work making cornmeal mush and spicy spinach to share with them that night.

That was my introduction as a seven-year-old to the eight ebony women who would spend the next 13 years sharing life with me on the Kinyang compound.

We shared space. Bamboo stools in small, smokey clay kitchens, cooking in the dark over open fire, waiting hours for beans to cook to fill rumbling tummies.

We shared life. Gathering minty eucalyptus branches for firewood, pounding clothes clean at the waterfall, hunting for bats in a land void of light pollution, tugging goats home to safety at dusk.

We shared family. Papas, mamas, and babies eating spinach and corn out of shared bowls, hauling heavy baskets of vegetables and dried fish home from the market, working together to save a roost of dying chickens, even a formal adoption ceremony of the six white foreigners into the Kinyang compound, complete with food and traditional clothes. 

We shared comedy. Listening to my best friend’s deep belly laugh as they told traditional folklore around the night fire, discovering sugar cubes together for the first time, playing hide and seek in thatched kitchens, and three kids piled high on my bike as we raced down dirt roads. 

We shared healing. Watching a mama boil eucalyptus and citrus leaves in a cast iron pot to “chase” my fever, praying life into a baby slipping into death, later naming that baby Kembonen or “Blessing,” driving friends on death’s door to the mission hospital two bumpy hours away, and mourning, nay, screaming grief out the healing and healthy way when loved ones died.

We shared education. Making a sprawling dollhouse fantasyland out of braided grass on the soccer field, twisting horse hair snares to catch live birds for pets (and secretly collecting the horse hair to begin with), quickly escaping the wrong side of a green mamba.  

We shared tragedy. My mom fishing two Fulani boys out of the bottom of a swirling river using only a rope and a hoe, visiting and praying over a deeply mentally disturbed woman, praying for the salvation of a boy whose body was being hollowed out by HIV/AIDS (the first case I witnessed), a baby falling into a fire.

We shared death. Losing one of my new best friends to traditional medicine malpractice, quietly staring at another best friend’s tear-stained cheeks as he stood over his father’s grave, two family friends being poisoned in a Salem-style witch hunt.

We shared new life. The most beautiful baby girl I’d ever seen with piercing ink eyes named Sheyen (“Stay and See”), a sweet nonverbal soul born into our compound family and named Peter, a young mama working in her cornfields up until the day of delivery, my mamas holding my own baby girl for the first time.

We shared love. Sharing meager amounts of corn, chickens, and firewood, being hugged tight by eight mamas when I went off to boarding school, and many years later, those same eight mamas washing my body with a bucket of water and dressing me for my traditional wedding to a very white husband who had to pay my bride price through a translator.

Love has a heavenly manifestation in Lassin. It is a literal physical embrace called “Ngocè,” specific to the region and used when someone has been away so long, you’re not sure if you’ll ever see them again. Short life spans, limited transportation, and no media communication at the time all contributed to the very real threat that you may never see someone again if they go off to the big city for college, boarding school, or a job. 

If and when they do return, you drop everything right out of your hands, run to them, grab them with every fiber in your body, pat their back, and squeeze their arms almost in disbelief that they are standing in front of you. It is a symbol of astonishment, of amazement, of deep understanding of shared experiences, and of intense joy at reunification. It’s recognizing the gift of a moment you don’t deserve but are so glad to have. Ngocè is endowed through blood lines or adoption into a family, as we were.  

I first experienced the Ngocè embrace from my mamas at age 12, after coming back from our first year-long furlough in America. I was back home, and I knew it. I experienced it again after coming home from boarding school in the capital city and when I brought my man home to negotiate a bride price of goats and rice with my mamas as a respectful (and fun) gesture. And again, years later from my dad, when I stepped off the plane from America to celebrate the 20-year project of the Nooni New Testament translation in Lassin.

A visiting friend happened to record the Ngocè heavenly embrace when I returned to Lassin that final visit for the New Testament dedication celebration. I hadn’t seen the video in years and pulled it up on youtube last night. Tears stung my eyes and a lump formed in my throat when I watched my dad, my mom, and my mamas Ngocè me back home. Just watching it felt intensely like coming home, and it broke open a piece of my heart that comes alive when I’m really, really home.

I can’t help but wonder if that’s exactly how I will meet Jesus in heaven. Running, arms flung open, in disbelief at the beauty of the moment and amazement at a new but long-awaited reunification, accepting a grace I know I don’t deserve but am so glad to have. We’ve shared space, life, family, comedy, healing, education, tragedy, death, new life, and love even longer and even more intimately than my Lassin family, he and I. The Ngocè embrace is the only way I can picture my first moments there with the one who so loves me. 

What Do You Share in Your Newsletters?

by Alyson Rockhold

When I first started sending newsletters to my supporters, I envisioned sharing messages of happiness and hope – the kinds of topics that would let me present a polished, pretty version of my life.

Like a social media star tilting the camera to capture the perfect pose while blocking out the heap of dirty clothes in the background, I had hoped to gloss over the messy parts of my life. Part of it was a heightened concern that I present my neighbors and host country in a positive light, but most of it was just my stubborn pride.

But God had other plans. He didn’t want me to be fake with my supporters any more than He wanted me to be fake with Him. Every time I sat down to write, words like “lonely,” “sad,” and “uncertain” kept coming out. I would start writing about teaching English and end up sharing how stupid I felt when I mixed up one letter of a Swahili word and told an old man that I was returning his underwear instead of his bottle (chupi vs. chupa).

Then I read Exodus 20:25 where God tells the Israelites, “If you make an altar of stones for me, do not build it with dressed stones, for you will defile it if you use a tool on it.” What a revelation: God wants His altar built with jagged edges and uneven surfaces. He doesn’t want imperfections glazed over: He wants them on display!

Before I could show my imperfections to my supporters, I needed to lay them before the Lord. So I brought God my sorrow and anger, without sanding off my raw edges or covering over my rough emotions. I stopped trying to pretend that I had all the answers or that my faith negated my fury. I leaned into the belief that God accepts and loves us just as we are.

Knowing that God loved and accepted me helped me feel more comfortable being real with my supporters. Of course, people are not as loving and accepting as God, but I realized that’s no reason to hide my true self from them. When I was real with other people, it gave them the courage to be real right back to me. I learned that it takes courage to be vulnerable. And it also gives others courage when we’re vulnerable with them.

I had people tell me that they felt stupid sharing their “first world problems” with me. It broke my heart that they were scared that I would judge them. But somehow sharing my weaknesses and imperfections gave them permission to share theirs with me.

When we bring our messy, imperfect lives before the Lord, He declares, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:9a). What amazing news: in Christ, our weaknesses are celebrated and embraced as conduits of God’s power!

And the benefits of being real about the messy parts of our lives don’t end there. As Jacqui Jackson writes, “When we give up the facade and the filters, and the perfectly scripted posts, we welcome back intimacy with our mate, with our family, with ourselves, and with our Maker.”

So I will join with Paul in declaring that “I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me” (2 Corinthians 12:9b). And I’ll include the hard, messy parts of missions in my newsletters while also being careful that the stories I do share are mine to tell.

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Alyson Rockhold has served as a medical missionary in Haiti, Tanzania, and Zambia. She recently published a 7-day devotional about learning to be still and know that He is God (Psalm 46:10). You can access it for free by clicking here. 

Learning to be Still

by Alyson Rockhold

I have lived in four countries in the last seven years. I used to think that I was made to be a missionary because I loved the challenges of going, moving, and exploring new places.

My calling is based on God’s command in Matthew 28:19 to “Go and make disciples of all nations,” so it makes sense that I’ve gotten really good at going. The only problem is, “Go” isn’t the only command in the Bible. 

Sometimes God says, “Stay.” He instructs us to “Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10). Unfortunately, I am not very good at staying.

This spiritual deficiency became very obvious last year. In March 2020, my husband and I were transferred from Zambia to Kenya. We decided to stop over in Tanzania for a 2-week vacation to visit old friends. Within a few days, Covid hit, the borders closed, and we were trapped. 

While my family worried about my safety, I was more concerned for my sanity! With no work, no social events, no electricity, and minimal entertainment, I quickly became stir crazy. Like a weightlifter who only exercised one side of her body, I was imbalanced in my ability to follow God. 

So much of my identity was wrapped up in my work. I was most satisfied when my days were full of meaningful tasks. Sitting, waiting, and being still seemed like impossible feats. Yet the borders remained closed, and I stayed stuck.

I felt useless, irritable, and on edge. So I began begging God for something to do. When it got too noisy in my head, I started writing down my thoughts.

For years, I’d kept a prayer journal with small entries here and there. Now I was filling up multiple pages a day. There was something soothing in pushing a pencil across a page: at least I was doing something!

Over time, I wrote myself into stillness. 

It’s challenging to explain how this happened, except to say that I know God was there. He taught me how to write a few words, and then pause to listen for His Voice. I slowly became more comfortable with sitting and waiting. The silence wasn’t so scary when He was there with me. 

Writing helped me lay down my addiction to going and learn to be still. God used writing to teach me that my identity had nothing to do with my productivity, no matter how fused the two concepts were in my mind.

I’d always prided myself on being a super productive Martha, but God was slowly teaching me to choose “what is better.” By God’s grace, I was no longer so “worried and upset over many things.” I was learning to sit at the Lord’s feet like in Luke 10:38-42.

Once I finally started understanding how to “Be Still,” God ordered me to “Go” once again. 

The sudden shift in energy was palpable: after 4.5 months of staying, my husband and I now had 48 hours to go. But with the borders to Kenya still closed, we weren’t able to go to our long-awaited destination. So our mission agency told us to return to the U.S. and await further instructions. 

I sat on the plane wondering: What was the point of staying if it didn’t get me where I wanted to go?

Then I re-entered noisy, chaotic America, and those lessons about silence and stillness sustained me.

When the dream of ever getting to Kenya faded, the ability to separate my identity from my productivity kept me sane.

Later I asked God what I was supposed to do in the U.S., and He turned my writing into a ministry.

In the end, staying prepared me for going: God wove the two seemingly opposite concepts together in ways I would never have asked for or imagined. And that weaving has continued over the last year of being “stuck” once again — this time back in the U.S. 

But this time, I’m not quite as obsessed with wondering when I’ll get to go again. Learning to be still and know that He is God shifted my priorities and clarified my purpose. And maybe that was the point all along.

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Alyson Rockhold has served as a medical missionary in Haiti, Tanzania, and Zambia. She recently published a 7-day devotional about learning to be still and know that He is God (Psalm 46:10). You can access it for free by clicking here. 

Freefall and Float: Following God on Non-Linear Adventures

by Alyson Rockhold

I landed in Tanzania in 2007 as a fresh-faced college kid taking a semester off to teach English. Those four months altered the course of my life. When school called me home, I vowed to return to Tanzania soon. It took 7 years to fulfill that promise. Those years were filled with great tension and worry: Would I ever get back “there”?

The homing device that had burrowed under my skin eventually returned me to Tanzania in 2013. What relief to finally be living the life I’d always dreamed of! What confusion when I had to go back to the states in 2015!  Another vow to return “there” soon: More long years of waiting.

In 2019, I got close to “there” when my husband and I moved to Zambia. I kept whispering in his ear about how desperate I was to go to Tanzania. So, when our organization planned to transfer us to Kenya in early 2020, all I could think about was that Tanzania was right on the way!

We got to Tanzania on March 9th. Within a few days, Corona rumors became reality. The borders closed on March 16th. Ultimately, our three-week vacation turned into 4 months of living in limbo. I was finally “there,” but everything felt wrong.

When I dreamed of going to the missions field, I thought it was all about getting “there.” Once I got “there,” I would establish a thriving ministry, become fluent in a new language, and get connected to the local community. In essence, I would live like the missional heroes whose biographies I had devoured in high school. I never envisioned living in 4 different countries over 7 years, preparing to move to a 5th but stopped by political unrest, and then being en route to a 6th only to be halted by a deadly virus.

My story looks nothing like I imagined it would. It does not follow the pattern set before me by my heroes. There are many curved roads, roundabouts, and U-turns on my journey. I’ve expended so much energy fighting to get “there,” consumed with the fear that being “here” meant I was a failure. But what if instead of teaching me how to march in a straight line, God has been equipping me with the tools needed to attain freefall and float?

I learned this phrase when I stumbled upon Denise Levertov’s poem, “The Avowal.”

As swimmers dare

to lie face to the sky

and water bears them,

as hawks rest upon air

and air sustains them,

so would I learn to attain

freefall, and float

into Creator Spirit’s deep embrace,

knowing no effort earns

that all-surrounding grace.

As I try (and mostly fail) to get “there,” God embraces me right where I am. Surrounded by his grace, I find contentment unbound from circumstance.

I release my goals: freefall.

I  relax into grace: float.

I freefall: The ground beneath me is slippery, but His grace bears me up.

I float: The way ahead of me is unclear, but God sustains me.

I freefall and float: Surrendering my quest for straight lines and discovering beauty in each unexpected turn.

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Alyson’s medical missions work has taken her to Tanzania, Haiti, and Zambia.  Along the way, she’s discovered a passion for sharing stories that honor God and encourage people.  Her writing has been featured on A Life Overseas, Busted Halo, Verge Magazine, Red Letter Christians, and more.  You can follow her at www.alysonrockhold.com.

Hearing Voices

by Alyson Rockhold

When an email requesting volunteers in Tanzania hit my inbox, it was a knock-you-off-your-horse type moment. Gratefully, God didn’t strike me blind like Paul, but I definitely slid off my chair and onto my knees in recognition of His Voice. I had been studying missions for a year and was consumed with a growing restlessness and dissatisfaction over the last few months. It didn’t make sense to study how to serve God for four years from the safety of my little college bubble. I was ready to go, to do, to share God’s love in real and tangible ways.

After hearing that Voice of calling, I had prayed for weeks for my parent’s support. I didn’t want to disobey my earthly father in trying to follow my heavenly one. So, when my dad readily agreed to the plan, I took his acceptance as a sure sign of its divine origins.

Then I rushed into my mission professor’s office, bursting with the good news. He had also served in East Africa and was passionate about that place and those people. He had even agreed to teach me Swahili and helped me secure school credit for it. I never imagined he wouldn’t support me now.

“You should not go to the mission field without a husband.”

His words hit me like a rock to the gut. I was flooded with disappointment. I thought this man respected me and God in me. Now he was telling me I was not enough. I was not made of the right substance to serve God on my own.

Where only seconds before I was filled with hope and excitement, I now harbored doubts and fears. How could one sentence call into question what God had told me so plainly to do? This was God‘s calling clear and true: take a semester off of college, travel to Tanzania, and teach English for four months.

I don’t remember the rest of the conversation. However, I do know I had entered as a self-assured adult but was leaving as a chastened child. I slunk out of his office, feeling embarrassed and small.

Would his pronouncement crush me, or would defying it make me stronger?

Later, a favorite verse came to mind: “Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.” (Galatians 1:10)

Well, what if I want to please both?

As a perfectionistic people pleaser, I wasn’t able to stop caring about my teacher’s approval. I craved his acceptance and had labored hard to earn it. If I left school now without my professor’s blessing, could I ever return to my religious studies there? I feared I would be branded a dissident. My status as a model student was being called into jeopardy, and I was desperate not to lose it.

Yet, something deeper was at stake. As a girl about to exit my teens and become a young woman, this moment was a watershed: whom would I depend on to define me, to help me make my decisions, and to determine my future path? God or man?

Ultimately, the decision came not from hours of Bible study or intense prayer or the advice of others (although I sought all those things). Instead, the answer came from deep within my soul.  God was there. The Word of God written on my heart. The Voice of truth that never wavers.

God gave me an inner fortitude that I could never have summoned up on my own. The answer was clear: I could live with one man’s disapproval, but I would never find abundant life apart from my Creator.

And since we serve a God who consistently does far more than we could ever ask or imagine, I finally did graduate from that college. My time in Tanzania had clarified my call to medical missions, and I walked across the stage as a dual missions and biology major. The sweetest graduation gift that I received was a note from that same professor, simple and handwritten. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have tried to dissuade you from your calling. I’m glad you didn’t listen.”

I’m grateful I knew which Voice to listen to.

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Alyson’s medical missions work has taken her to Tanzania, Haiti, and Zambia.  Along the way, she’s discovered a passion for sharing stories that honor God and encourage people.  Her writing has been featured on A Life Overseas, Busted Halo, Verge Magazine, Red Letter Christians, and more.  You can follow her at www.alysonrockhold.com.

If “they’ll know we are Christians by our love,” will they know we are missionaries by our listening?

by Alyson Rockhold

The brooms in Tanzania start early each day. A familiar “swish, swish, swish” emanates from every house. When I moved here, I was shocked that most women sweep their houses daily and mop the floors three times a week. At first, that routine seemed kind of ridiculous to me. So, I made the most basic mistake warned about in Missionary 101: Judging instead of Listening. I didn’t ask anyone why they swept every day. I didn’t stop to remember that Tanzanians are experts at living in Tanzania. I just stubbornly clung to what I knew to be true of housekeeping in America and tried to apply it here.

Then for weeks I complained that there was always grit in the bed. I bemoaned the fact that my husband’s allergies were getting worse. And I was dismayed to find that spiders were literally living in every corner of the house! When I grabbed a broom to knock down all the spiderwebs, I finally realized my folly. I could’ve saved myself a lot of aggravation and annoyance if I had started by listening to the people who live in this place.

As I was mulling over this lesson, I started re-reading The Poisonwood Bible, a fictional account of one family’s failed mission to the Congo. The first time I read this book, I was dreaming of the mission field. From that distance and without any experience, it was easy to stand in judgement on all the decisions that led to their downfall. Yet today, with plenty of my own cultural missteps fresh in my mind, I found this book to be a compelling reminder of the importance of being a missionary who opens my ears far more often than I do my mouth.

The book has a poignant example of the value of listening that begins when the father decides to dig a garden. His Congolese housekeeper tries to help him, but he ignores her every suggestion. He is convinced that he knows best, and he lets her broken English and lack of education be an excuse to cast aside her insights. The result is crop failure and a nasty rash from the poisonwood tree. Throughout the story, every time the father refuses to listen to his neighbors, his heart grows more hardened and his mistakes become more disastrous. Ultimately, his mission is ruined by his closed ears and hardened heart.

It makes me wonder if our ears and heart are somehow linked: Is our willingness to listen connected to our ability to love? The story of Isaiah’s call to missions has a lot to teach us about this. When God calls Isaiah to missionary service, he famously replies, “Here am I. Send me!” Years ago, as a new missionary, I used to love the thrill that came with claiming Isaiah’s words as my own. Now I wish I had paid more attention to what God says next. In Isaiah 6:10, God instructs the prophet to tell the Israelites that He will punish them by hardening their hearts and making their ears dull. This chapter has an important message for young missionaries: After your eager “Yes!” to God, continue in His service by keeping your hearts and ears open.

I’ve had to learn the hard way, through dust and spiders (and examples too embarrassing to enumerate here!), that my ears are two of the most important tools I have for cultural adaptation. I need them to learn a new language, to hear the stories of the people, to honor customs and experiences. I’m starting to see that there is a mysterious connection between my ears and heart, a powerful link between my ability to listen and my capacity to love. If the old hymn is true that They will know we are Christians by our love, perhaps also They will know we are missionaries by our listening.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer warned the church of his generation that “Christians have forgotten that the ministry of listening has been committed to them by Him who is Himself the great listener.” I wonder if the same can be said of our generation. When I open social media, I see so much shouting, so many multiplications of messages, so many voices desperate to be heard. Is anyone truly listening?

In these divisive times, the ministry of listening can sometimes be misconstrued as a weakness. Yet, I believe that God is calling His people to have the courage to listen well and the grace to keep our hearts malleable to the wisdom of others. Sometimes listening involves sacrifice. I must lay down my privilege and pride to enter into dialogues willing to truly hear voices that may challenge and chafe me. Listening is a confession that “I don’t know it all,” and I need your words to guide and teach me.

I am begging God for the grace to cultivate the skill of listening as a form of spiritual hospitality that by “paying full attention to others and welcoming them into (my) very being…(I can) invite strangers to become friends” (Henri Nouwen).

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Alyson has lived half of the last seven years overseas including time in Tanzania, Haiti, and Zambia. Her resume includes such diverse experiences as teaching English, assisting with C-sections and making weekly cookie deliveries to the elderly. She’s so thankful to have a grounded, wise, hilarious husband to share the adventures with.

How do you praise God when your plans keep disintegrating?

by Alyson Rockhold

At the end of last year, my husband and I found ourselves unexpectedly back in the U.S. Our missions agency was in the middle of transferring us from Zambia to South Sudan when instability in the region forced us back home. We had left friends in Zambia believing God was leading us to a new country: had we misunderstood? During this time of uncertainty, I struggled with sadness over the death of our great plans. I wrestled mightily with being so reliant on family and friends to provide for us as we found ourselves without a home, a job or even a whiff of a timeline for moving forward. 

During church one Sunday, I realized that my mouth was forming the words of a praise song but inwardly I was singing a lament. Each word of praise I tried to force out of my mouth tasted like chalk: a dry, anemic thing with little belief behind it. I knew the sadness itself wasn’t the problem, because God has given us the full range of emotions and wants us to bring him out hurts and concerns. However, I had let my lament become so big in my mind that I had forgotten that God is bigger. 

That night I searched the internet for praise resources and stumbled upon a PDF entitled 31 Days of Praise. Each day included an attribute of God and  a short prayer. I started right away. Over that first month, I saw my vocabulary of praise strengthen in a way that also made my sadness and fears weaken. So I continued going through that document day by day over the last five months.

This vocabulary of praise was a lifeline for me when we eventually canceled our plans to go to South Sudan and began moving forward with a new assignment in Kenya. Reminding myself about the truth of who God is gave me the strength to continue trusting Him as we moved yet again into the unknown.  As our new plans begin to take shape, I realized we would have time to visit friends in a remote area of Tanzania before finally re-settling in Kenya. Our Tanzanian friends asked us to teach at their school while we visited. We were happy to comply! 

Little did I know that two weeks after leaving American soil, I would once again be stuck, jobless, reliant on others and have no idea when this will change. Yet, this time I feel totally different. Maybe a short overview of the last week will shed some light on why:

 

March 18: We learn that Kenya’s borders are closed for at least the next 30 days.  As a result, we are stuck in Tanzania. Also, with an unknown start date, we can no longer stay on our agency’s insurance. We scramble to find an alternative. 

           -Today’s praise: God of Peace: I praise you with all my heart  because you are the Lord my peace. You are the God of peace who will soon crush Satan under my feet.    (Based on Romans 16:20)

OK Lord, all I see around me is chaos, but I trust that you are the God of peace.

 

March 19: Tanzanian schools are closed for the next 30 days. Now we are not only stuck here, we are jobless. We finally get decent Internet access and are overwhelmed with reports about COVID19 around the world. 

            -Today’s praise: The God Who Heals: Father, I praise you because you are the God who heals your people physically, emotionally and spiritually. (Based on Exodus 15:26)

Heavenly Father, this virus is terrifying. What if it harms my family or reaches us here? Oh God, I believe you are the great healer!

 

March 20: The couple that was supposed to serve with us in Kenya has already returned to the U.S. We assess what we brought here when we planned on staying for a month (We left a big box of supplies for Kenya with friends in another city and only brought the minimum to this remote location.) Important things like cheese and chocolate got left behind and we really wish we had those now to comfort us!

          -Today’s Praise: The God of All Comfort: “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of Compassion and the God of All Comfort.” (2 Corinthians 1:3)

Father, my flesh is longing for worldly comforts. I praise you as the God whose very presence is comfort!

 

Since COVID-19 has trapped us here in Tanzania, our plans are once again moot! And yes I’ve definitely sung some laments. Yet, each time I have the truth of Scripture to re-center me and words of praise to refocus me. I can look back now and see how God used the struggles of last year to teach me how to bear with uncertainty and trust in His goodness no matter my circumstances. And I’ve discovered that praise can be the bridge between what my eyes see and what my heart knows to be true. Praise God!

Do you struggle to praise God when your circumstances aren’t exactly praiseworthy? I would love to hear what lessons God is teaching you during this challenging time. 

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Alyson has lived half of the last seven years overseas including time in Tanzania, Haiti, and Zambia. Her resume includes such diverse experiences as teaching English, assisting with C-sections and making weekly cookie deliveries to the elderly. She’s so thankful to have a grounded, wise, hilarious husband to share the adventures with.

One question to help you evaluate ministry among the poor

I learnt the hard way what NOT to do in poor communities. When I first came to Cambodia 22 years ago, the place was a mess. People were poor. Dirt poor. Frankly, you’d have had to be a heartless zombie not to respond.

And the missionaries came flooding in. We were full of compassion and big dreams. Some were here to plant churches. Others were here to bring development. Some ambitious souls wanted to do both. Every one of us was here to see transformation.

Now 20 years later, it’s easy to see what worked and what didn’t work. And more tellingly, we can now see what worked while the foreigners were here, and what fell apart after they left.

In this circus of good intentions, no one wants to waste their efforts. And no one wants to prop up something that will inevitably collapse. So, how can you know? How can you evaluate whether what you are doing is going to last? How can you create something that will continue to bear fruit, even long after you have gone home?

Over time, I’ve discovered a rough way of measuring whether something holds the seeds of long-lasting impact or not. It’s contained in this simple, 3-word question: Is this replicable?

In other words, is this approach to church planting, or development among the poor, an approach that local people can repeat when I’m no longer around? Or does it require my expertise and outside resources to make it last?

 

Example 1: Church Planting

So, how does this actually play out in practice? What is, or is not “replicable”, when it comes to starting a church in a poor community?

I once heard the story of a church planted by an American missionary in South America. While the missionary was pastoring the church, leadership retreats were fully paid for by the missionary. Outreach costs were covered by the missionary. Church expenses were heavily subsidized by — you guessed it — the missionary.

After all, that American missionary knew that his church members were poor. He had access to American resources and he just wanted to bless them. But he didn’t realize he was actually doing them a great disservice.

Eventually, it came time for the missionary to move on. So after about 12 years, they handed over leadership to a local pastor. You could almost hear the screech of metal and grinding of the gears as this poor leader tried to get people in the church to take ownership and responsibility for the expenses of the church. Many left. Others questioned why they had been abandoned by the Americans. The church struggled to find its feet and lacked a viable vision for planting more churches.

To put it another way, there is a reason why so many foreign-planted churches never multiply. These churches are just not replicable. Often, they are not even sustainable.

Now check out the alternative missions strategy of Jesus in light of this discussion:

Calling the Twelve to him, he began to send them out two by two and gave them authority over evil spirits. These were his instructions: “Take nothing for the journey except a staff — no bread, no bag, no money in your belts. Wear sandals but not an extra shirt. Whenever you enter a house, stay there until you leave that town….” (Mk 6:7-10)

Jesus encouraged an extreme reliance on local resources. As his disciples travelled through town and city, they encountered some who were willing to partner with them and welcome their message of the Good News. In every place, there were some who already got this radical Kingdom sharing principle. Some were willing to open their homes and share their resources, even without really knowing Jesus’ message. These were the folks they could work with. These were the men and women Jesus called “People of Peace”.

Others didn’t get it, or simply didn’t want to participate in such a radical experiment. Jesus told his missionaries not to spend time in these places, but to shake the dust from their feet and move on.

So, not every situation will be ripe for transformation. We need wisdom to know who to work with. And not use our money to make it happen, when the timing isn’t right.

 

Example 2: Development Project

So maybe you’re not a church planter. Maybe you’re a development worker, hoping to bring about change in an impoverished community. Let’s take a look at a development project and ask ourselves: Is this replicable?

Let’s say you are living in a place with a lot of malnutrition and hunger. People are struggling, and kids are missing meals. They are hungry. So you think, I’d better start a feeding program. People need food. I can raise money to buy food. Problem solved!

And just as in the church planting example above, you will certainly have solved the immediate need. Hungry people will no longer be hungry — as long as you are around to raise money to buy them food. This may actually be the only response possible in an emergency situation.

But what happens when the next crisis comes along? The local people have “learnt” from your model and they know just what to do. They need to raise funds from outside to solve their problems. Unfortunately, they don’t have the contacts or resources to pull this off. An opportunity for growth and true transformation has been missed.

But what if instead of a feeding program, your intrepid development worker developed some way to encourage those with food to share with those lacking food?

This is exactly what we’ve tried to do in the Alongsiders movement. By training Christian young people to walk alongside one vulnerable child each in their own communities, we’ve created a simple self-help model that anyone can participate in.

For example, when their “little brother” or “little sister” has no lunch or stationery for school, these Alongsiders share a simple meal, a pencil, or a half-used notebook from their own home.

These tiny acts of generosity may seem kind of pathetic on the surface. After all, I could easily raise funds to give a whole school bag FILLED with awesome stationery to every single one of the thousands of kids in the Alongsiders movement.

But I can guarantee that those Alongsiders mentors would never give again from their meagre possessions. Why give when the big NGO can give so much more? And thus, we would have killed something beautiful with our “generosity.”

The disciples were still getting their heads around this concept when they got back from their successful mission trip in Mark 6 – having been forced to rely only on God and the generosity of local people. They come back pumped with excitement at the impact and transformation they have witnessed.

As they head off on a debriefing retreat with Jesus, they are derailed by the urgent need to feed 5000 people. That would take some feeding program, eh Jesus? Still confused by the lessons they should have learned by now, the disciples suggest that Jesus should send the crowds away. The need is simply too great.

When Jesus rejects this idea, they consider using their salaries to bring in food from the outside. Again, Jesus refuses. He knows that this approach might solve the immediate problem, but he has the big picture in mind. He is helping them to learn lessons about sustainability and trust for the future.

Finally, a boy who is willing to share his bread and fish comes forward. Local resources are found. They lift these up to God… And the rest is history.

Jesus showed us the way. By centering local resources and looking to God for miracles, we can ask and positively answer the question: Is this replicable?

 

Note: I realize there are some situations where it wouldn’t be appropriate to prioritize being “replicable” — e.g. a humanitarian emergency, transferring technical skills, or an infrastructure project. However, all too often, nothing we do is replicable, and that’s a problem. Let me know what you think in the comments.

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Craig Greenfield is the founder and director of Alongsiders International and the author of the recently published Subversive Jesus. During more than 15 years living and ministering in slums and inner cities in Cambodia and Canada, Craig has established a number of initiatives to care for vulnerable kids and orphans, as well as formed Christian communities for those marginalized by society. His postgraduate research in International Development led to the publication of his first book, The Urban Halo: a story of hope for orphans of the poor which is currently available for free on Craig’s website. He loves God, the poor, and fish and chips. He’s on Twitter and Facebook too.

I have nothing to prove

Sometimes I think I must be a fool.

Of course, I know that much of my cherished wisdom is foolishness to God. And sometimes it’s foolish even in my own eyes. But what makes me feel quite foolish sometimes are the opportunities I’ve let go of.

If you’ve given your life to missions and ministry, maybe you can relate.

After college and graduate school, awards and accolades, degrees and dreams, we went into ministry. At first it didn’t feel like much of a sacrifice; our friends in other fields of work were also just starting out, taking risks, living like paupers. But after a decade or two, the difference between us is stark. They’re rich. They occupy positions of economic and social power. They have long lists of achievements attached to their names. And those are great opportunities to serve God.

What have we done? Survived, even thrived, in a foreign country or among a new people? Learned a new language? Preached and taught falteringly in that new language? Made fruitful friendships? Learned how to live very simply? Rejoiced and wept with people? Opened our home and practiced hospitality? Launched a church? Started a business or organization? Made disciples who make disciples?

What are those things worth? Are they enough?

At first, there’s the “cool” factor of missions: it’s “radical” to live in another country. But after a while the luster wears off, and we’re just people who have given up our own ambitions to serve Someone Else’s. It’s simply not logical in the eyes of the world.

Sometimes a sneaky feeling darts into my heart and makes me want to prove that even though I’ve chosen ministry, it doesn’t mean I couldn’t do those other impressive things. I decide to show that I can succeed with the best of them, and I labor over a project for entirely the wrong reasons: to prove that even by the world’s standards, I’m worth something! If I’m honest, part of me still hungers for that approval.

But ministry does not consistently give us that approval. Even if you started a business for missions that’s thriving, achieving all the goals you set, and becoming a fixture in the community, it’s not the same. It’s not the same glory as building a successful business in the developed world that brings millions of dollars along with social and civil positions.

If we feed our self-worth with accomplishments, missions won’t give us enough. In fact, nothing will.

If I take on the perspective of eternity, I know that being approved by the world is a poor, stingy substitute for God’s pleasure. I know what I must do: set my eyes and my joy on Christ, fulfill my calling with excellence, and be glad in what my brothers and sisters are doing. It is literally true that being faithful to God is genuine success.

And in my imperfect way, I can live this out. My husband and I, we make decisions based on eternity. But in some of my bad moments, fears and insecurities creep in, tempting me back toward that merciless treadmill to prove that I’m enough.

But I don’t have to prove a thing. I know for whom I live: He died a supposed failure, yet He lives again and rules the universe. I will neither die His death nor live His glory. And yet, in a way befitting the creature rather than the Creator, I will. I die to sin and self. I will rise again to an imperishable body and the glory of the adopted children of God.

He has proven all that needs to be proven.