Saturday, December 31, 2011

Unwrapping 2012

the law of investment

“Again, it will be like a man going on a journey,
who called his servants and entrusted his wealth to them.
To one he gave five bags of gold, to another two bags,
and to another one bag, each according to his ability.
Then he went on his journey."

THE PARABLE of the talents is a familiar story for many.
A man preparing for a journey entrusts his possessions to three servants. The first servant receives the equivalent of five thousand dollars. The second servant is given two thousand dollars, and the third servant receives one thousand dollars.

After a long time, the man returns from his journey and has his servants present him with what has become of their entrusted talents. The first servant had doubled his five thousand dollars, and the second servant had doubled his two thousand. But the third servant had buried his money in the ground out of fear, only returning the original amount to the master.

The first two servants are commended for the results of their diligence. But the third servant is scolded by the master and thrown out for being lazy and worthless. The master then takes the third servant's talents and presents them to the first servant, who had profited the most.

Jesus explains the law of investment in Matthew 25.


THE PRESENCE of the talents comes in many forms.
God gives us countless blessings every day. With a new year around the corner we are reminded of people we love, possessions we own, dreams we hold, time we value, food we enjoy, bodies we cherish, and room we have for improvement. I believe these gifts are talents God entrusts to us. We can respond by either Holding On or Holding Out.

Holding On is protecting the talents God gives.

When something is placed in a person's hand, the natural response is to make a fist and grip it securely. Parents do this with children. Men do this with women. America does this with freedom.

Imagine a person receiving a handful of sand. What happens when they try to hold it by making a fist? It slowly slips through their fingers. The tighter the grip, the faster it slips. The more restrictions parents put on their kids, the greater the chance of inciting rebellion and losing them altogether. The more a man controls a woman for her own protection, the more she wants to walk away. The harder governments fight for freedom and equality, the further it imposes itself on its citizens. By holding too tightly to things we love, we risk losing what we already have. When we bury our talents in fear of losing them, they WILL be taken away.


The tighter the grip,
the faster it slips.


Holding Out is investing the talents we receive.


The way to hold the most sand in your hand is by keeping your palm wide open. When we receive blessings, we must do it with open hands, holding them loosely as a sacrifice of praise to God. Talents are temporary. We are given them for a time. It isn't about holding to what we have, because it will all eventually slip away. The Law of Investment is the call to boldly sacrifice trust with wisdom, to give God control of the blessings He provides. Talents are opportunities to bring God glory by receiving them loosely and offering them freely back. Are we investing wisely?

We are told in I Corinthians 13 that "love always trusts." What does that look like? Does that mean trusting everyone all the time? I don't think so. That would be foolish, because people are not completely trustworthy. No, I believe it means entrusting everyone all the time…entrusting them to God. He IS completely trustworthy, so we can always trust God with people. all people. all the time. It is a sure bet - a wise investment!

THE PURPOSE of the talents is to challenge our investment strategy.
What have you done with the talents in your life? How have you invested in people? in your dreams? How have you invested your resources? your time? your body? your spiritual gifts?

Trusting God with things we love is far from easy. Parents want to protect their kids. Men want to protect their wives. America wants to protect her freedom. I want to protect my sister, but the fact is, I may never see her again. It's not fun thinking about losing something or someone you love. Entrusting these things to God is not easy, but it's wise, and it's totally worth it!

Talents come in many forms, but the types of servants are only two. Which are you?

Have you been a good and faithful servant, holding out your talents through trust in God? Or have you been a wicked and lazy servant, holding on to them in fear?

The good news is - the master is coming back! The investment is maturing! The talents will be counted, and the servants will be rewarded accordingly. God wants to give you great and marvelous things, even before that day! As you are faithful with little, He will entrust you with much, much more.

It's all a matter of how you hold your hands.

Receive a very blessed 2012, friend!

Monday, November 28, 2011

acao de gracas (thanksgiving)

This year I have EVERYTHING to be thankful for!

Just to name a few, God has blessed me with:



awesome times of ministry with Warrenton Wesleyan Church;





amazing opportunities & generous hearts in raising support,
and a safe return to Africa to rock out a calling I received in 2003;





special moments with family and friends prior to my departure,
and increased dependence on Him through loneliness and transition;






greater independence through basic (very basic) culinary skills,
and great overall health during the past six months in Africa;






weekend getaways with incredible people to incredible places;






remarkable upsets at the African Games,
and more faith through miraculously approved visa applications;





new family and friends on the field,
and the ability to communicate in Portuguese;





two weeks with my father in Mozambique;





a brotherhood in the form of a basketball team,
and official permission to begin constructing CAM basketball court;






positions of influence in the lives of over seventy young people,
and six more months to live and learn along with them.



God is SO good! I'm overwhelmed by the ways He has chosen to bless me this year. It's like I'm sitting back and watching a dream play out in real life. It's incredible!

Sure, it's not always easy living in Mozambique, but it's ALWAYS rewarding living where God leads. If you feel God calling you to go somewhere, to do something, or to join an area of ministry,
don't hesitate.

God doesn't call everyone to go overseas,
but HE DOES CALL EVERYONE.


"...I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received.
Be completely humble and gentle;
be patient, bearing with one another in love.
Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit
through the bond of peace."

Ephesians 4:1-3


If He calls you to it, He'll lead you through it.


Happy Thanksgiving, Friend!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Power of Purpose: a matter of perspective


History has a way of repeating

- for those who don't learn from the past.



Dirty. That's the first word I use to describe Mozambique.

It's hot. It's sandy. It's sticky. It stinks, literally.
There's trash all over the sides of the streets.

It is also sad, and at the same time, it's scary.

Poverty and crime are proportionately high.
Street corner stop lights host thieves and beggars, alike.

And justice?

A joke!

…long since replaced with corruption and bribes.

During the time I've spent here:
I've been robbed. I've been scared. I've seen death and disease.
And too much at that!

I want to leave.

Why am I here, holding so much resentment?

Why do I stay in spite of it all?

Ten years ago, I asked myself those questions as I grudgingly slumped through our missionary term one day at a time. Mozambique is a tough place to live, and I did not want to be here. My parents were called to Africa, I wasn't.

Growing up, I couldn't think of anything worse than living in Africa as a missionary kid (MK). Our first five years overseas were the darkest of my life. I quickly grew tired of constantly moving, transitioning schools, living cross-culturally, and seemingly meeting people just to turn around and say good-bye. Rotten sick of living in a third world country, I wanted to go home - to the States, to my friends, to stay, and play ball.

People and sports - that's my passion.

They always have been as I recall. Each place I've lived, we've met along the way. The faces have changed with the balls and the nets, but they've always been right there.

At the end of my rope with life overseas, God proved He is faithful. In the middle of a life with so much change, the most special things were maintained. Sport. People. Family. God.

On a hot summer day in 2002, God changed my life with perspective.

He did it by giving me purpose.

Taking what I loved the most, He showed me how to use it for His glory. In my last two years as an MK, I began to see the power of sport reach people beyond the steeple. Basketball attracted communities that would have never otherwise walked through our gates. It was awesome!

People were the target. Sport was the platform.
But the call was to Himself.

God's faithfulness that came to me in the form of sports ministry brought me out of Africa alive, developed in me through university, and has now led me back to the place I received the call - the place I completely despised as a child.

I can't think of anything better than living in Africa as a missionary!

My first life here was dry and thorny, but since I've returned it hasn't stopped blooming! God amazes me daily with His love that is abundant, grace that is humbling, and provision that is ever-present. When I think life can't get better, it does! Serving God is the most rewarding decision a person will ever make.

Mozambique is still dirty, still sad, and still scary.
I am still Phillip - still selfish, still growing.
God is still loving, still speaking, and still faithful!

Same place. Same person. Same God.
Completely different perspective!

That is the power of purpose!



History has a way of repeating
- for those who don't learn from the past,


But God has a way of redeeming the hell of our world for the best!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

"Chick-Chick!"


MEET MY PARENTS:


This is Dad. He was raised on a dairy farm in Michigan.




Mom grew up in a Kansas City suburb.


Dad studied in a one-room school house. Mom attended a large public school. While Dad was driving tractors around the farm, Mom was cruising around the neighborhood on her groovy bicycle with a banana seat.

They were born into two different worlds. But both of my parents were brought up in Christian homes. This shared, wholesome upbringing played a key role in bringing them together.

They were kind enough to pass the legacy on to their children.



Dad was a Wesleyan minister. Mom was a loving nurse. With both of them wanting the best for their kids, it makes sense that one of the first things I remember them teaching me was the importance of God's Word. Some of my earliest memories are linked to the massive Bible they kept on the coffee table, including the night they opened it when I first prayed to live for Jesus.

As I got older and learned to read, Mom and Dad encouraged us kids to spend part of each day in personal devotion with God. Although their intentions were pure, I quickly associated Bible reading with the rest of my chores. During weekends, my brother and I would get up early to play video games. I would dread my parents waking up and asking if I had spent my time in the Word. If I hadn't (which was usually the case), I would have to stop playing video games until I read some scripture.

I began reading scripture to get it out of the way.

As legalistic as it might sound, I appreciate my parents' attempt to create in me a sense of respect and dependance on God's Word.

The most effective way they did this was by example.

There was something powerful in seeing Dad dig into the Word each morning. I wanted to be like him. Morning devo's were a huge part of who he was and what he aspired to be. That inspired me to do the same.

I continued reading the Bible -
not to get closer to God,
but to be more like Dad.


Digging into a fish like he digs into the Word.


It has taken me a long time to receive this lesson of leaning on scripture from my parents. I am familiar with the Bible. I trust what it says. I believe God still speaks through it. But I have never experienced the sweetness of seeing the Word come to life as I have in these past five months!

Now I read the Bible for I value what it has to say.

My time in Africa has finally allowed me to catch a deeper glimpse into the vastness of God's love. I have become dependent on Him for fulfillment. I have waited on Him, trusting Him to act and speak and move. I have entrusted Him with my greatest dreams.

How has He responded?

He continues to fill me!
As I draw near to Him,
He faithfully draws nearer to me.





He is showing up right on time!
He has yet to be late;
sometimes my schedule's just premature.





He is blessing me beyond belief!
I came to Africa prepared for the worst,
but God hasn't stopped overwhelming me with blessing.


God blessed me this month by giving me two weeks to chill with my father. The pictures of us in this post are from a trip we took to the northern section of Mozambique. He was involved in leadership training, and I tagged along for the ride, moral support, and a little sports ministry with the kids. Coke was the theme if you can't tell. :)


I already miss him.


Praise God for another blessing of an amazing family of supporters and fellow missionaries! Thanks to care packages from friends at home, eager guards to help a brother out, and an awesome missionary's willingness to play along - God gave me a memorable Halloween this year! The guards didn't quite get the pronunciation down, but they had a blast celebrating the day of "Chick-Chick!" (Trick-or-Treat).


Kyla and I trick-or-treating at the guard shack


God cares about the little things and the big things in life. He cares about refreshing reunions with family members you haven't seen for months. He cares about relaxing evenings in a social environment often saturated in stress. God provides them both. He cares about we care about, and He wants to bless us abundantly if we will only give Him the time of day to do it.

If you don't spend regular time in the Bible,
please consider it.


Maybe it will start out like it did for me, like a checklist. Maybe you'll do it to be like someone else you respect. But let me warn you - when you start hearing God speak to you - WOW! You won't want to put it down! You will look forward to that time, you will protect that time, and you will be marked by that time throughout the day and for the rest of your life.

It truly is the Living Word.



No trick!
It's a treat!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

unworthy.

As I reflect on my time in Africa, I am floored at God's grace that brought me here.


Mac Mac Falls, South Africa
24 years ago, I was born into a loving, Christian family with a father who worked hard to set a righteous example for me to follow, a mother who loved me unconditionally, and the most amazing sister I could ask for. Three years later, God gave me a best friend in my little brother. That same year, via a late-night conversation with my parents, I met Jesus for the first time.

I didn't deserve the family I got, but God blessed me with them anyway.

14 years ago, my family was called to serve as missionaries in Mozambique, Africa; I wasn't. Not realizing the blessing of traveling abroad, I felt forced to live in a third world country. I hated being separated from my family and friends at home. My eyes were focused on the tough, the scary, and the stinky parts of Mozambique. I couldn't look past the cultural differences to see the incredible amount of similarities I shared with people. I never got over the crime and corruption to realize the country's outcry for justice and equal opportunity. And instead of relishing the beauty of living near the ocean in a tropical climate with so much diversity, I chose to slump down in the back seat of our Nissan 4x4 and imagine myself in the USA. My parents were the missionaries; I was just a kid along for the ride…a ride I had no desire to be on.

I didn't deserve the life God gave me, but He blessed me with it anyway.

My hatred for life in Africa grew to the point where I found myself weighing death as an alternative. Serious thoughts of suicide began crossing my mind, but God's grace showed up again. When I was ready to throw in the towel, God told me a secret that turned my life around. He showed me something that gave me purpose for the present and hope for the future. The overwhelming sense of God's love that brought me to tears that day, has taken me through university, and has led me back to Africa again.

I didn't deserve the call God gave me, but He has blessed me with it anyway.

4 months ago, I arrived in Mozambique as a single missionary. As I unpacked my luggage I discovered encouraging notes from my family. Remembering my former struggles with life in Africa, my mother closed her letter to me with Isaiah 43:18-19 which says,

"Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the desert
and streams in the wasteland."

I have many things I don't deserve, all because of God's grace:
- I don't deserve a loving family, but I have one.
- I don't deserve salvation, but I'm forgiven through faith in Christ.
- I didn't deserve a culturally enriched childhood, but I had one.
- I don't deserve to be alive right now, but I am.
- I didn't deserve to receive the call to ministry, but I have.

In a world of single opportunities, God has blessed me with a second chance at life in Africa. And He is definitely doing a new thing!

In this month alone...


I was blessed to attend the 2011 African Games.




Kyla and I took students to follow Mozambique men's basketball.




They kept winning, so we kept going!




Mozambique's Cinderella story took them past repeated, nail-biting upsets and to a silver medal!




I was blessed to define the word "catamaran" by riding one over the Mozambique Channel to Xafina Island for a relaxing day on the beach with missionary couple, Jim and Stacie Bowers.




I was blessed with a weekend getaway to South Africa.
Above: myself, Gary, Diane, and Kyla in front of Mac Mac Falls



We don't deserve a sight of a lot, but we serve a gracious God.

We live in a world of single opportunities, but we serve a God of second chances. It's easy to get lost in the difficulties of life, I know. But when you set your eyes on all the blessings God graciously gives, you will begin to forget the former things and you won't have time to dwell on the past.

Keep looking up, gang!

Friday, September 2, 2011

Yep. August flew by.


Here are some snapshots of what went down:

CAM: Maputo to Machava
Last month we moved Larry and Susan Weil and Kyla into their new house on the compound. After fifteen plus trips back and forth through traffic, toll gates, and village "short cuts", it was no surprise when the team decided to hire a company to move the school. I was up for the challenge of doing it ourselves and saving three grand to put toward a basketball court, but my vote was overruled by missionaries already on the brink of burnout. So we bit the bullet, paid the money, and hired a moving company to do what they're trained to do. The idea was to sit back and let the pro's do their job. We definitely got our money's worth:

They showed up right on time! (same day and everything)

The moving truck only got stuck in the sand on two of the three trips!

Oh, yeah - and they only crashed into our fence once! :)
Praise God we're in the new building with mostly everything still in tact.

Basketball Tournament
- A couple posts ago I mentioned an upcoming basketball tournament. It's over now. I played in a grand total of one game. My schedule was busy with all the moving and preparation for the start of school, so I wasn't able to make the other games. My team took fourth place which doesn't sound that bad until I tell you there were only four teams. There is good news though; this was only a practice tournament. The real tournament (which will include cash prizes) will take place later in the season. This was our attempt to assess the interest in the area. So in that respect, we were successful.

Other news in relation to sports ministry includes a brand new contact in Maputo. We have been informed about the possibility of gaining exclusive access to a basketball court in an area called Coup. This neighborhood is the same location of my family's first house in Mozambique. It's cool to see how God uses things of the past to confirm things in the present. For me, this confirmation has come in the form of my bedroom curtains, a refrigerator, silverware, and a desk. All of these things were originally purchased by my parents ten+ years ago and have now made their way through missionary families, guest houses, and back into the hands of a Telfer. It's comforting to find the familiar in the midst of change. This basketball court is another opportunity for further confirmation of God's purpose for bringing me to Mozambique. I have a meeting next week to discuss needed renovations, costs, etc. I appreciate your prayers as I go.

Xai-Xai trip
My last post was about a woman named Ro and the impact she had on me during a weekend adventure on the beach three hours north of Maputo. Her testimony combined with a Sunday morning sunrise and communion service on the sand was particularly powerful.

All in all, it was a very relaxing trip. We escaped with the purpose of taking one big gulp of fresh air before throwing ourselves to the mercy of the school year. I think I can say for the group that our time in Xai-Xai went beyond any of our expectations.

Gary and I were able to tackle (and be tackled) by strong waves. When I first went in the water I kind of forgot the ocean is a little different than a pool. Like a kitten climbing a tree, I took off toward the white caps in the distance, not considering the swim back to shore. When I turned around to see where Gary was the waves were high enough that they completely blocked my view of the coastline. I couldn't have been much more than 150 feet out, but when I started swimming toward the shore, each wave seemed to pull me further away. I was seriously huffing and puffing by the time I finally made it back to where my feet could touch. I've never been a great swimmer, but I've always been able to carry my own weight, so it was scary when I found myself struggling.

When I got within talking distance, Gary asked me if I wanted to go out a little bit. I declined, still trying to catch my breath. He went on out a ways and the same thing happened to him. The current took him out and started carrying him in the direction of a reef. After a South African man informed me that my 'dad' was struggling, I walked along the beach until I was even with Gary. Then I jumped in the water and headed out to give him a hand. That's all he needed. I grabbed his hand and we both made it into the beach where we laid down to build up the energy to walk back to where our girls were sitting. It WAS a little scary, but that's what makes life exciting, right? Good times for sure. It was a great weekend!


School Starting
We just finished our third week of school at Christian Academy of Mozambique. It has come with many hiccups and scheduling conflicts, but it has come and gone nonetheless. I thank God for His provision and protection. I have been assigned the role of teaching high school Bible, Physical Education for all ages, and Video Production for the senior class. I have also been assigned to the Student Council where I will do my best to encourage school spirit, Christian leadership, and community outreach.

Susan Weil and Diane Gray:


This past Friday two of the student leaders asked me if I would be willing to be the speaker for CAM's upcoming spiritual emphasis week. I would appreciate your prayers as I ask God to use this opportunity to speak incredible truths to the students that will encourage and challenge them to serve Him well.

Field Council
All of the missionaries got together two weeks ago for three days of meetings known as Field Council. Each ministry leader presented a summary of last year's events. Evaluation is great and very important to the success of any business, job, or ministry. But, honesty, it was hard for me to sit through it all. I WAS able to spend a few minutes sharing my vision for sports ministry with the team on the third day of meetings. It was encouraging to be heard, but after the cost of building the new school and moving everything on site, OMS does not have the sufficient funds to lay a basketball court at the moment. A third request this month would be for incredibly clear guidance as to how to move forward with the sports ministry program.

As far as any of the decisions concerned me, I was voted to a shared position with Dave Dedrick to oversee the security of the compound. My house is the closest to the guards and it is convenient for me to be the one to check up on them and give them their walkie-talkie's each night. I keep one of the radios with me to ensure they are making their hourly rounds on the property. I also have to give them the gate key at 6AM to open everything up in the morning. Dave was kind enough to help me out with it all. We're taking turns with the radios, keys, and sleeping schedules. :) He's a great guy!


Irish Team
Over a week ago now, a group of six university students from Northern Ireland moved into the compound with plans to rock out children's ministry camps in two of our local congregations. It has been fun having some more peers on site. Yesterday Kyla and I took them into town to see the ocean, and last night we sat around a campfire until the wee hours of the morning, just enjoying life in Africa. Tonight might just be the second time I organize an outdoor movie showing by shooting a projector on the biggest wall on the property. Last that I heard, Pixar's animated feature, UP, is the team's movie of choice for the evening.

Celtic Women and Garreth:


Really, there is SO much happening in this little corner of the world, it's hard to remember it all and find the time to write it down. Everything from the blessing of replaced water heaters that hadn't worked for weeks to misplaced truck keys being found in the bed of the same truck after a long drive to washing machines miraculously appearing out of nowhere (yeah, true story!). God is showing me a lot in these days, but the days are so busy I am not giving Him the credit he deserves by sharing these testimonies with others. I'm sorry for not communicating better. I will try harder to keep you guys in the loop. I hope you all know how much I love and appreciate your prayer support in these days! I was telling a friend the other day that we will never know how many times God's grace has spared us because of the prayers of fellow believers.

Thank you!

Oh - yeah. Check out my garden! I'm trying my luck at strawberries. :)

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Profile of the Week


RO in MO
serving by sharing

About a month ago, the OMS team in Mozambique had yet another visitor join the ranks for a time. Her name was Ro. She was a computer teacher from the UK. Her focus was to update old computers, assemble new computers, and connect them all to a network in CAM's brand new computer lab. She came. She conquered. And she left yesterday.

Ro came to serve God, and she did it by sharing with others. She shared computer skills, teaching tips, and much, much more! The impact she left extended far from flat-screen monitors and keyboards. She touched the hearts of students, teachers, workers, missionaries, and Mozambicans, alike. Her greatest influence on me was during a weekend we shared together on the beach in Xai-Xai with three other missionaries.

Gary and Diane Gray took Ro, Kyla, and myself on a weekend getaway to a beautiful coastline city three hours north of Maputo. Our goal was to take a deep breath of fresh air before being slammed with the beginning of school. We lapped up every minute!

The majority of our time was spent relaxing on the sand, and watching the ocean breathe waves in and out. I saw the idleness as a perfect opportunity to discuss the meaning of life. :) From before the time the sun shot over the horizon to after it dipped beyond the treeline behind us, I pestered Ro and Kyla with questions about God's will, human desires, and destiny. They kept responding, so the questions kept coming. :) It was great! And their responses were powerful.

Myself, Kyla, & Ro unveiling the sun together:


Sunday morning was met with a sunrise communion service on the beach. Ro shared her testimony with the group, which left me in awe at God's redemptive love. There were many moments that I will long remember with Ro, but that service on the beach stands unrivaled. During the short time she was with us, I was challenged by her faith; encouraged by her testimony; and blessed by her heart for serving others. These are three reasons Roselyn Moore is the profile of the week.

God bless her, and God bless you!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

August RUSH

July was a crazy month, and I expect nothing less for the month of August.

Construction:
In order to receive a considerable bonus check, the workers were given a deadline to complete the second phase of construction. In spite of missing the deadline by three days, Melvin Kelly (missionary construction supervisor) decided to hand out the bonus checks for good effort. Things are really starting to come together as we enter into the third and final phase of construction for CAM (Christian Academy in Mozambique). The bathroom blocks are nearing completion, only lacking electricity and doors. The main school building that holds nine classrooms and three offices is all but finished with window panes left to be installed this week. The sidewalks around the building are being poured as I type.

School:
It's a good thing construction is getting close to being over, because classes are scheduled to start in two weeks! Teacher orientation is next week. I will sit in on daily meetings where fellow missionary and school administrator, Diane Gray, will share insight with the school staff on how to be a professional in the classroom. I get to create my own curriculum for Physical Education class as well!

New House:
Last Tuesday night I came home from Bible study with the mission team, and I walked in on a little firework show in my living room. Sparks and a small flame were coming from the fuse box in the corner of the room. I quickly shut everything off (after taking a short video clip). So there wasn't much electricity to speak of for me last week. I think it is being resolved today, but it won't affect me anyway. My freshly, renovated pad for the rest of the year is officially ready for me to make the move. In fact, I spent my pockets of free time last week moving bits and pieces. Most everything is moved now. Tonight may be my first night in the new place. You are free to visit anytime! (Just bring a sleeping bag if you aren't up for cuddling.)

Below is a picture of the remains of the firework show:



Moving:
My transition to the new house isn't the only moving that's going on out here. This week we have hired a giant moving truck to pack up everything from the school in the capital city and move it out to the compound. Over the weekend, I helped Larry and Susan Weil (treasurer and school administrator) get the computer room and office moved. We decided to move it ourselves, because we didn't want to risk the moving company damaging or mixing up the electronics. Tuesday and Wednesday are when we will be making the move, so prayers are appreciated.

Sports Ministry:
I don't think I have told you about the sports side of my life in Africa yet. It took me about three weeks to finally gain the trust of the team to drive around alone. When that happened, I started seeking opportunities for what I believe God has brought me here for - sports ministry. I met with my old high school basketball coach, Avelino Mujui, and we started thinking about ways to reach people through basketball. Since that time, I have joined a team that plays an average of two games a week. Our record is 3-2. Our wins have been by 10, 15, and 30 points, but each of our two losses have been by one point. It's a good time, and with each swat the white guy quickly becomes the talk of the court. :)

We have taken a second step by organizing a basketball tournament between a few local high school basketball teams in the city. The first round begins today. My team will play the second game later this afternoon.

I am still pushing the mission team to lay a basketball court, but the quickly diminishing construction budget keeps pushing that project further down the road. I thought I was coming to be a basketball coach. Reality is hard to stomach when expectations aren't met, but God knows what He's doing. He has me here for a reason. He has already blessed me with opportunities to influence people through sports, and I am convinced He will continue to do so regardless of whether or not we have a basketball court on our mission compound.

Below is a picture of our team:



Visitors:
My arrival on the compound in June was the first of what has become a continual influx of guests, missionaries, and transition.

Two weeks later, an Irish couple, Ian and Sharon Thompson, visited for two weeks to help run electric in the school.

Aimee Howarth moved to Inhambane a few weeks later to kickstart women's ministry in a northern Mozambican province.

Gary and Diane Gray arrived at the beginning of July. They are filling in for the Weil's while they are away on furlough. Gary has been Larry's shadow, getting the low-down on how to keep books, pay staff, and handle logistical leadership. Diane has been rocking out her preparation for serving as CAM's administrator for the 2011-12 school year. Both of them are great! I filled in as their temporary chauffeur until Gary felt comfortable enough to tackle the African road system from the driver's seat.

Below is a picture of Gary and Diane:



Larry, Susan, and Kyla (a nurse from Canada) moved out to the property two weeks ago now. They are mostly unpacked and adjusted to compound living.

Ro, a computer wizard from the UK, arrived last week to help set up the computer network at CAM. She is staying in the guest house on campus (which is attached to my old house).

I just moved into my new house that is actually one-half of the second part of the Weil's duplex. Crazy times, I know! Yesterday evening we had more visitors arrive for a one night stay.

Claude and Marilynn Meyers, all-star veteran missionaries and former administrators of CAM, crashed at the Gray's house on their way out to South Africa to pick up some visitors of their own. The Meyers live in Beira which is a two-day drive north. They are serving as the administrators of a secular international school. I had a chance to talk with Mrs. Meyers for a while this morning, and I found out that they are facing some unique struggles at the school. I am sure they would appreciate your prayers if you happen to think about it.

And finally, I have opened my pad up to welcome my first official visitor. Her name is Cheza. She is a four year old ridgeback mix. I'm glad the Weil's decided to bring the school's guard dog out early. Right now she is chilling out on my kitchen floor. Gary and I gave her a bath, and she smells SO much better! We're already buds.

Below is a picture of Cheza and myself:



PRAISES:
- My dire is in process! I apparently didn't apply for the correct visa when I left the States. When they catch this mistake, it means I have to leave the country and start the visa application process over from scratch. It would have been a bad deal…IF THEY WOULD HAVE CAUGHT IT! In a country where illegitimate reasons are used to delay applications and encourage bribes, God let my legitimately inaccurate application slide through the cracks! I was sitting there at the desk with a perfect peace as the lady looked over my application packet. I figured if God wanted me to be in Mozambique, He would make a way for me to stay. And if it were denied, God must have had something for me to do in South Africa. But it was all processed without a glitch. My faith was stretched to the next level that morning. God is SO good!

- I am SO thankful for the amazing times God has given me with a couple of our night guards on the compound! I occasionally go out to the guard post with bread and tea or coffee. On the average we spend two hours talking about life, philosophy, and religion. It's some serious good times!

Below is a picture of me with Arlindo and Hilario:


Prayer Requests
:
- Moving the school (Pray for safety of people, driver's, and supplies as CAM makes the official move from Maputo to Machava this week.

- Meyers in Beira (Ask God to bless them with wisdom in how to deal with unsatisfactory academic situations.)

- Chronic Headaches (One of our missionaries has dealt with constant headaches for six years now. Please remember Kyla when you lift up our team. God still heals!)

- SMI Direction (Ask God to speak clearly and to have His way with me and sports ministry opportunities this year.)

Oh yeah - one more PRAISE! I made it down to the famous 'chicken place' this past Sunday! Oh my word! You haven't had grilled chicken until you've tried this platter splattered with unrivaled piri-piri hot sauce! Good times right there!

Don't take my word for it - check it out for yourself:



Peace and blessings to all you amazing people out there! Thank you again for your support and prayers!

Living it up to raise Him higher,
Phillip

Monday, July 11, 2011

JA FOI UM MES!

One month down already. 1/12 of my trip is history. What have I done with the time so far? Well, it has been a busy four weeks for sure.

1. Construction:
I have been highly involved in the construction projects on our mission compound. We have built a bathroom block which is nearing completion. A couple from Northern Ireland, Ian and Sharon Thompson, spent a little over two weeks with us. Ian is an electrician who was invited to use his expertise to help OMS complete the new school building in time for our deadline. I was blessed to spend quite a bit of time with him as we strung different buildings with electricity, installing sockets, switches, and light fixtures. Ian was a fun guy to hang around, always making light of serious, stressful, or relaxed situations. The Thompson's left this past weekend having done an incredible job. They will be missed.

2. Driving:
Three weeks after being here, I received the official go ahead to begin driving on my own. I am living in a new area, one of which I am still getting to know. I know my way around the capital city of Maputo, but the outer cities of Matola and Machava are still a little blurry. I apparently know enough now to get around well enough to make the missionaries on our compound feel free to ask me to run errands for them. I enjoy the style of driving here. It is a little quicker-paced and quite congested, especially in the city. But there IS a system to the madness. The key is definitely being flexible.

3. Relationships:
I have been blessed with the opportunity to make new friends, meet with old friends, and become better acquainted to people I didn't know very well in the past. I have made some fun friendships with some of the construction workers on our compound. I have been incredibly blessed each Sunday as I talk with pastors who were trained under my father. I have also had the chance to meet up with old schoolmates, teachers, and even my basketball coach! Toward the beginning of the month I struggled with loneliness, but God has overwhelmed that prayer request with a bounty of buddies! He is amazing! Thank you for praying.

4. Language:
Portuguese has never been my strong suit, but my vocabulary is developing rather quickly as I mingle with construction workers, share in churches, talk with the guards, hang out with Brazilians, and translate church services for other missionaries and visitors. God has answered this prayer request as well. I feel comfortable going anywhere, talking with anyone, and even praying and leading Bible studies in Portuguese. Granted, my vocabulary is still probably that of a 3rd grader, but it is definitely enough to get around. :) Praise God.

Thank you all for your encouragement and prayers! I know God is using you to keep me strong. I was telling my mom in an email earlier that I have written multiple sermons since arriving. God has been talking, and I have been writing. I actually start preaching to the birds outside my kitchen window when I can't write fast enough! :) I might write some of my ideas down in an update letter one of these days. We'll see what happens.

PRAISES:
safety (God is definitely my protector, and I know it.)
health (My body has adapted to African cuisine perfectly thus far.)
friends (Ministry is relational, and God has given me many areas to minister.)

REQUESTS:
dire: (My resident visa was apparently the wrong kind, and the immigration office is threatening not to issue my permanent resident visa [dire]. If they don't accept my visa application, I will be forced to leave the country and begin the process from scratch, which would be a major pain! Please pray God works things out. His will be done.)

safety: (Driving is dangerous here. I would appreciate your prayers for me as I will now be on the roads regularly, getting construction supplies, running errands, and driving into the city. I would also ask that you cover our entire mission team in prayer in relation to our personal safety on the compound. Pray our armed guards would be awake and alert. Please also pray for our workers to be safe while we continue cranking out these construction projects.)

Thank you again for your prayers and support as I attempt to allow the gospel to flow through me a little further for God's glory.

Boa Noite, todos!
(Good night, all!)

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Profile of the Week


BINO ZUKULA

Age: 26
Family: Esposa, Inerto (son 5 yr.) & Iurka (daughter 2 months)
Hometown: Bedene, Mozambique
Occupation: Construction (concrete)
Hobbies: Soccer
Life Verse: John 8:32
"Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free."


The morning after arriving in Mozambique, I journeyed outside my house and began mingling with the nationals. Due to the incredible amount of building projects that are currently underway on the mission compound, it was easy to find people. The first young man I met was a construction worker who specialized in concrete. His name was Bino. We really hit it off well. Since that first day I have become rather close to a handful of the workers, but there is something unique about my friendship with Bino.

I have gone to his house and met his family twice now. We have worked side by side for over a week. We have shared meals, played soccer, discussed countless topics from politics and relationships to witchdoctors and church traditions. We've even had the chance to sit down and study the Bible together! This man has become more than a coworker, more than a language instructor, more than a mentor, and more than a friend. My first entry for profile of the week is the older brother I didn't know I had, Irmao Bino Zukula.