Does God lead children to yearn for the mission field and hope to go? Will God use people in missionary service who let sin ruin their testimony? We can look to George Grenfell’s life for answers.
George was born in Sancreed, England, August 21, 1849, and the family moved to Birmingham when he was three years old. He began attending Sunday School at Heneage Street Baptist Church at ten years of age and was saved and baptized at fifteen. Early on, he was interested in African missions, being influenced by men of the church and a book by David Livingstone.
In 1873, George was approved for missionary training, and in November 1874, the Committee of the Baptist Missionary Society (BMS) accepted him for service in the Cameroons, West Africa. He set sail with Alfred Saker, his hero. Because Alfred and George believed in self-sustaining economic life within a Christian community, they taught practical skills to the young men of the missionary community.
George married Mary Hawkes in 1876. Tragically, she died in 1877 after giving birth to a stillborn child. Desperately lonely, troubled, and confused, George began a series of exploratory journeys inland looking for the best route to the interior. In 1877, the BMS sent George and Thomas Comber on an exploratory journey of the Congo River with the idea of establishing a mission station. Unfortunately, on August 20, 1878, George resigned from the BMS. Rose, his Jamaican housekeeper was pregnant with his child. They married and named their child Patience. Was God through with George?
Thomas Comber made thirteen unsuccessful attempts to establish a route between Sao Salvador and Stanley Pool. However, it was even more important to establish a depot on the mouth of the Congo River, so Thomas requested the BMS reinstate George to run it. On April 23, 1880, the board reinstated him with restrictions. They would never have reason for regret.
George assembled a purchased steamer which was launched in 1884. He made six explorations of the upper Congo, preaching everywhere he went. George’s vision was to evangelize the whole Sudan Belt, and he made great contribution to that end.
Will God call children to the mission field? George’s life answers a resounding, “YES!” Can a child of God still serve in God’s work after backsliding and losing testimony? Yes, George served God for the rest of His life!
Lorin, Tayler, Eden, Deacon, Chandler and Enoch Norris
When they are seeing God’s blessings on the field, I jokingly tell BBTI graduates that they are having too much fun, and we must stay here where life is boring.
Tayler and Lorin Norris are certainly enjoying their work in Zambia. Tayler was born into a godly home in the Azores Islands, Portugal. His father was in the United States Air Force. Like many children in Christian homes, he made a profession of faith at an early age. However, as he grew older, he realized that he was not saved. He trusted Christ at age twenty while in Bible college. Lorin was born in Oregon and grew up in a Christian home. She accepted Christ at age twelve. Both Tayler and Lorin were homeschooled.
Lorin’s parents, Jeff and Nanci Klein, came to BBTI in 2007 when Lorin was in her youth. The Klein family served in Argentina, working with the Mapuche Indians for several years. During a furlough, the Klein family met the Norris family, and after a long-distance relationship, Tayler and Lorin married.
When the Norris family felt the call of God to go to Africa, it was natural for them to attend BBTI and obtain the Advanced Missionary Training. They graduated in 2021.They are sent by Coast Hills Baptist Church in Santa Maria, California and assisted through Baptist International Mission Inc.
Their plan was to go to Mozambique, but the Lord redirected them to Zambia where they arrived in April 2022. They settled in the city of Chipata (population 300,000) and began serving with a veteran missionary family.
When Tayler and Lorin began learning Chichewa, they found their BBTI training to be a great help. English is the official language in Zambia, and they became very busy in ministry. Language learning requires careful planning and discipline, and ministry can conflict with language learning. Chichewa is a tonal language. With one tone chimbuzi means “toilet” and with a slight tone change it becomes “big goat.”
God has given the Norris family many opportunities to minister. In August 2022, they hosted a medical clinic in the village of Chiyembekezo where they treated 1,000 people and gave them a Gospel witness. Soon after, they began the Hope Bible Baptist Church in that town. By door-to-door visitation and Bible studies, the church has grown rapidly. Also, Tayler taught in a village Bible institute. This is much needed because, as hard as it is to believe, even some local Baptist pastors would say salvation is gained by good works, keeping the Ten Commandments, and baptism. In January 2025, they began a new church plant, Sunrise Baptist, in Katete, a city of nearly 80,000.
Lorin, besides being a wife, mother, and homeschool teacher, also teaches junior church. Her class started with forty to sixty children but grew to one hundred eighty! Talk about fun! Most Zambian churches have no ministry for children.
Pray for the Norris family. Medical help in Zambia is not always good. Enoch broke his arm. They took him from one hospital to another looking for one with an x-ray machine and a pediatric doctor. Two days later the bones were set. But while in the hospital, the metal curtain rod fell and cut his head.
The Norris’ fun will be diminished this year because they need to come back on furlough to visit supporting churches and new ones to raise more support. Perhaps your church could have them for a meeting. Contact them at: norrisfamilyministry@gmail.com.
Tumari Kanuri woman photo: used by permission of International Mission Board
Over four million Kanuri people live in the West African countries of Nigeria, Niger, Chad, and Cameroon. Each of the thirty-four existing Kanuri dialects is distinct. Many have at least a portion of the Scriptures, and some have whole Bibles. The Tumari Kanuri of Niger, however, still need a translation. That is 110,000 souls without God’s Word.
Almost all Kanuri are Sunni Muslims and follow Muslim customs of food and dress; perform ceremonies for circumcision, marriage and burial; and observe holidays such as Muhammad’s birthday, the sacrifice of the ram, and the month of Ramadan. The vast majority of the Kanuri are educated in, and can read, the Quran. But the Tumari Kanuri have no Bible to read.
The Kanuri main occupations are farming, cattle raising, and trade. Craft production and salt processing are also of note. Kanuri people are hospitable and peace loving. The average man loves his tribe and feels his is the best culture and language. He knows nothing of a heavenly home.
Tribal face markings, the use of which is declining, are considered a mark of beauty, social status, and a symbol of pride in heritage. In the era of African slave trade, these markings protected the wearers from capture because it identified them as a member the powerful Kanem-Bornu Empire which was able to exact revenge.
The Lord of Lords wants the Tumari Kanuri to know him and be part of his Kingdom. But they never will unless someone gives them the message of God’s Word.
A hill preacher once prayed, “God send me anywhere as long as I can see it from my front porch.” Like a fable, this fiction has a truth that we must consider. How far is too far for the Gospel’s sake?
The first word of the Great Commission is “Go:” not “wait,” not “gather,” but “go.” And not just go anywhere—go farther. Jesus did not say, “Stay where it is comfortable and convenient.” He said, “Go ye into all the world.” The heartbeat of the Great Commission has always pulsed outward, beyond familiar borders, faces, and languages.
When Jesus walked this earth, He was constantly moving toward the next town, the next village, the next soul. He said plainly, “Let us go into the next towns, that I may preach there also: for therefore came I forth” (Mark 1:38). That simple statement reveals the very purpose for which He came. His ministry was not stationary but advancing—never content with those already reached, always compelled by those who had not yet heard. He came to seek and to save that which was lost.
The apostles followed the same pattern. From Jerusalem to Judea, to Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth—their direction was always outward. The book of Acts records a missionary movement that could not sit still. When persecution arose, the disciples “went everywhere preaching the Word.” Paul was driven by the same conviction when he wrote, “Yea, so have I strived to preach the gospel, not where Christ was named, lest I should build upon another man’s foundation” (Romans 15:20). He was not content to strengthen only the existing churches; he pressed toward regions beyond, longing to take the Gospel where it had not yet been heard. Shall we not first consider the unreached, then the misreached, before considering staying near home?
Sadly, many today have reversed the order. We consider near before we ever consider far. We often invest time, effort, and resources in what benefits us, while the fields that are truly white unto harvest remain untouched. Churches raise funds for new buildings and better technology while millions still live and die without ever hearing the name of Jesus Christ. We are not wrong to care for our own community—but we are disobedient if we do so while ignoring the rest of the world.
The Great Commission is not sequential but simultaneous. Jesus did not say, “Once you finish in Jerusalem, then move on to Judea.” He said, “Ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.” The word both means that our vision must stretch to every circle at once.
To consider far before near does not mean neglecting our neighbors; it means seeing them through the same lens as the nations. It means we begin with God’s global purpose in mind and work backward to where we stand. If our first concern is the uttermost, our local efforts will be strengthened as our burden for the lost intensifies.
The truth is, our hearts tend to shrink to the size of our routine. We see only what is before us, and we justify it as faithfulness. But Jesus said, “Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.” The problem is not the harvest—it is our eyesight. We must lift our eyes before we can lift our feet. Vision always precedes motion. When we look far, we begin to move far.
It may seem impractical to think about the farthest corners of the world when the needs nearby are so great. But that has always been the tension of obedience. The needs will never end at home—but obedience to Christ’s command must begin with His priorities, not ours. The Gospel should not stop with us. It is a river, not a reservoir. Every believer must ask, “Am I going, sending, or standing in the way?” Every church must ask, “Are we structured around our comfort or His command?” The call to go is not a suggestion for a few; it is the identity of all who follow Christ. Whether our path leads across the street or across the sea, the direction must be outward.
The task is great, but the command is clear: Go. Go where Christ is not known. Go where there is no church, no Scripture, and no witness. Go where others have not gone because the cost is high and the path is hard. Go, because He went first.
To consider far before considering near is to think like Christ, to plan like the apostles, and to live like those who still believe that the Gospel is the power of God unto salvation, to every creature.
I met Joe Moreno in 1975 when he visited BBTI. I was a missionary student preparing to do what Joe had done for nearly thirty-five years, reach the most unreached people groups. For him this meant finding and making friendly contact with the Ayorés, a savage Bolivian Indian tribe. We students stayed up almost all-night listening to Joe’s stories and asking questions. We did not fully realize we were in the presence of a truly great man. However, Joe would not call himself a missionary, probably because he had only a sixth-grade education and perhaps due to his material status. His wife had left him and his three young children.
Joe was born in Texas, and Spanish was probably his first language. By day he was a mechanic and by night a carouser. At twenty-four years old, he moved to Mount Pleasant, Michigan, where his life of debauchery would continue for six more years.
A group of mission-minded men and women in the Mount Pleasant area had learned of the helpless condition of the Ayoré Indians and were making plans to reach them. The leader of the group, Cecil Dye, was pastoring a church in Mt. Pleasant and had also begun a youth club with a strong emphasis on missions. Joe heard Cecil preach the Gospel and was gloriously saved. His life was instantly transformed, and he began witnessing to everyone. When he heard of Cecil’s mission plans, Joe said, “I can carry a missionary’s suitcase. I can go and be Cecil’s flunky! ” Read the exciting story in the book, God Planted Five Seeds, by Jean Dye Johnson, published by Ethnos360.
In November 1942, this newly formed group (that became known as New Tribes Mission) was founded by Paul Fleming and Cecil Dye and moved to Bolivia. The group consisted of Cecil and Dorothy Dye, Bob and Jean Dye, Dave and Audry Bacon, George Hosbach, Eldon Hunter, and Joe Moreno. Joe’s children, as was the practice of the group, were placed in a mission boarding school. Joe’s knowledge of Spanish was a great help to the group, and he also began reaching out to the Spanish-speaking people.
In June 1943, after much prayer, planning, and preparation, Cecil, Bob, Dave, George, and Eldon took to the jungle trails, seeking to make friendly contact with the Ayorés. The Ayorés had killed numerous so-called civilized ones, and civilized ones had killed many Indians and enslaved their children. The army and the railroad company wanted the Indians tamed or killed—it probably did not matter which—so they were in favor of the missionaries’ efforts. The group walked over thirty miles of mountains and cut through one hundred miles of dense jungle looking for Indian trails and footprints. When they found Ayoré campsites, they left gifts. Eventually the Indians left gifts for the missionaries. It is believed they made contact on November 19, 1943. They were never heard from again. Their wives and others hoped that they had only been taken captive, not killed, but it would be another five years before reliable testimony from the Indians who killed them eliminated all doubt. Their bodies were never found, but a few durable personal items proved the native’s account.
Joe was evangelizing Spanish-speaking villages and did not accompany the five men. After the group’s disappearance was obvious, Joe became the leader of the mission and dedicated himself to two things: finding the men if they were alive and making friendly contact with the Indians. Thus, Joe undertook the forward thrust of the mission. He would leave the base camp for weeks and sometimes walk hundreds of miles looking for Ayoré trails and campsites. Friendly contact was finally made after five years.
As we talked with Joe that night in 1975, he told of the Ayoré practice of burying alive an old person who could no longer keep up with the nomadic tribe. He tried to stop this, even by getting into the hole with the person. They either pulled him out or began throwing dirt on him.
My family moved to Oaxaca, Mexico, in 1979 and began working with an Indian group. People there asked me if I knew Tomás Moreno. They described him as an old man who traveled in the mountains telling people about Jesus. I said that I did not know him. Only recently I learned that Joe’s name was Ab Tomás Moreno. He died in El Paso in 1987. For someone unqualified to be a missionary, he did a great missionary work!
We have seen a drastic reduction in the number of missionaries going to the field since 2020, and churches now struggle to find missionaries to support. We are losing more missionaries off the field than we can send to replace them. Too few are going, and of those who do, many return prematurely. Faced with these challenges, it is past time for us to assess the situation and take corrective action.
It is said that anybody can find a problem, but it takes leadership to find the solution. Let us dive into the problem and then start the conversation on some possible solutions.
Who is at fault? Was it COVID and the tightening hand of world governments that resulted from that season of time? Is it that the church is failing to promote missions and urge its members to consider missions as the primary call of the New Testament? Is it the family unit that is willing to give its finances, prayers, and well wishes to others but not willing to send its children and grandchildren?
COVID certainly had its damaging effect. Most governments around the world tightened their grip on their people. While we were busy arguing about whether a person should wear a mask or not, the governments were tightening their control in many more pressing ways. Some countries have used COVID-19 as a reason to expel foreigners from the country and have been reluctant to allow them back in. Visas in many countries are for shorter periods and more challenging to obtain. Nevertheless, some countries, seeing the detrimental effects of not welcoming foreigners, have opened their doors wide, allowing tourism, business, and even missionary work to flourish. We are not of this world, and it is not the governments that determines where we go as missionaries. It is time that we shrug off the excuses and get to the biblical mission, which is missions.
It is also possible that our churches took a lackadaisical approach to missions for a season. Just a few years ago, pastors received many calls and emails from missionaries, and they had to weed through and determine which missionaries they would accept and which ones they would refuse. It seemed that many were going, and so possibly the urgency to see folks sent from their church diminished. I believe it ought to be the goal of every church to fulfill the Great Commission beginning near them at what we might call their “Jerusalem and Judea,” then to the people in foreign places that maybe are not so easy to love in their “Samaria,” and to the unreached people groups in their “uttermost parts of the earth” (Acts 1:8). It seems that we can allocate labor and money for almost anything we want to accomplish in the church, other than sending missionaries. How do we fix this? I certainly do not have all the answers and would be a fool to assume I have the answers for every individual church, but here are some suggestions.
Beginning with the youngest ages, as we tell the Bible stories of people who went and served God, we can encourage our children that God will send them to do a great work for Him if they are willing. We could stop using negative statements, such as “not everyone is called to the pastorate or to be a missionary,” and instead tell every person that they have a calling. They are commanded to go. Going honors God, allowing us to trust in the promise found in Psalm 37:23, “The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.” God will order our steps, which will provide both the place and methodology if our feet are surrendered.
We must preach the truth to our people that the Gospel requires us to go and share it with others so that they might be saved. Yes, it ought to be to our neighbor and our coworkers, but it also ought to be simultaneously to the uttermost parts of the earth. We must realize and preach that God does not just want our prosperity but also our person to go overseas.
Families need to awaken to the great opportunity of missions and to the high calling that it is. I do not have a biblical command to be a doctor, lawyer, electrician, laborer, etc., but I do have a command to preach the Gospel to every creature. Our families ought to be on their knees together, praying that the Lord would allow them and/or their children or their grandchildren to go and preach the Gospel where it has not yet been proclaimed. Faithful worship at the house of God ought to take precedence over the worship at the stadium that many families seem to see as a priority. Let us cheer and shout when family members share the Gospel with a friend or somebody they meet along the way. I would rather my children be in the most dangerous place on earth and in the will of God than living at ease with riches and glory but without the presence and approval of God.
It is time that in every Christian setting, missions be our first priority. If you believe this to be extreme, then it would be a good time to consider the commandments given in the New Testament. The four Gospels all end with a Great Commission to go and preach the Gospel. Acts begins with the admonishment to go, and Romans asks the questions “how shall they believe in him of whom they have not heard? and how shall they hear without a preacher?” The New Testament is written by men who went, preached, suffered, and died for the sake of the Gospel. It is time that we live for the same cause.
Who is at fault? Certainly not God! He is the Lord of Harvest, and with his help, we must find solutions and make corrections.
A non-native English speaker thought that “thanks for nothing” was a nice thing to say to a person who tried to help you with something but were unable to succeed. So instead of saying, “Thanks anyway,” she would acknowledge their effort by saying, “Thanks for nothing”!
You do not realize how much of life you take for granted until you become a missionary.
Back “home,” you knew how everything worked. Paying bills, getting groceries, tracking down deals? Routine. Booking a doctor’s appointment, navigating paperwork, following traffic laws? Second nature. You knew how to handle emergencies and navigate social situations without thinking twice.
Now, imagine waking up on another planet.
Suddenly, nothing makes sense. The strange one-eyed blue aliens around you speak only gibberish. Their rules are different. Their systems are foreign. What used to be simple tasks now become monumental obstacles.
That is what it feels like to move overseas. You are still an adult, but your brain turns to mush, and you function like a toddler… and often, you are treated like it. Most people back home have no idea.
“When we cross cultures, we leave behind parts of who we are and must rebuild a sense of identity in a new place.” – Sarah Lanier, Foreign to Familiar
You were once articulate, but now you speak like a caveman with confidence issues. Your ability to communicate determines your independence, and in the early days, you have none. You avoid conversations out of fear, but that slows your progress. The frustration builds—knowing what you want to say but being unable to express it—until you find yourself nodding along just to end the interaction.
Grocery shopping, once effortless, becomes a scavenger hunt. Baking soda? Only sold in pharmacies. Molasses? Available, but in greenhouses as fertilizer. (No kidding.) Opening a bank account requires stacks of notarized documents, multiple visits, and an abundance of patience.
Even something as basic as using a public washroom can go hilariously wrong—like walking in, only to realize, too late, it is being used by both genders as an election voting booth. (Yes, really.) No one tells you these things outright. You learn through experience, sometimes painfully. And when you misstep, you might never understand what you did wrong. It is trial and error, and each attempt brings a new complication.
Contrary to popular belief, missionary life is not all fun and adventure. Sometimes, it is just exhausting. You expect an adjustment period, but no one tells you how deep the exhaustion runs nor how long it lasts. Even after months or years, the challenge of culture shock still sneaks up on you. You miss the ease of shopping, the rhythm of daily life, the comfort of blending in. Building relationships takes effort and, even then, you often feel like an outsider. As my immigrant father-in-law often said, “Once you leave your birth country, no matter where you live, you’ll never fully fit in again.”
So why do we do it?
That reality is hard to explain. But underneath the exhaustion is a deeper sense of purpose—one that keeps you going, even when you feel clueless. At first, every day feels like a battle. But slowly, you change. One day, your brain is not fried by 2 PM. Life gets easier. And eventually… you adjust.
A younger Janelle dressed for a mission conference
My childhood was saturated with God’s Word and biblical instruction. I believed on the Lord Jesus as a child and since then have desired to serve Him in foreign missions. I dreamed of being called to Africa. While in Bible college, my eyes were opened to unreached and often avoided nations shackled and blinded by Islam. I volunteered to go and bring light if God would allow.
Through the years, God has given me the opportunity to minister short term in several countries around the world which further strengthened my desire to go where “Christ has not been named.” After each trip, I asked God if He wanted me to return and serve in that country. I was unsure if and when the Lord would allow me to enter into foreign missions, so I determined to help prepare the next generation of missionaries under my influence. For the last several years, I have had the amazing opportunity to teach God’s Word to children in our church, school, and community.
In the last few years, God opened the door for me to take a trip to the Middle East and another to North Africa. I was able to see firsthand the lack of access to the Gospel. I watched people react to hearing the truth spoken in love. I met young believers who have had a fraction of the exposure to the Bible that I have and how they have endangered their lives to receive more truth. I saw people waiting for light.
After my trip to North Africa, I began praying about the possibility of taking God’s light there. While teaching through Hebrews 11 in my Bible class over several months, God confirmed in my heart that this was the step of faith I needed to take. It is impossible to please God without faith. God is pleased when we believe that He will do what He said He would do. When Abraham was called to a place he could not see, he believed God and obeyed. He believed that God WAS able and WOULD keep His promises. Philip left a city in revival and ran to the desert at the Spirit’s leading. He opened his mouth and shared Jesus with one man that would reach others in Africa. God desires that all people come to Him in faith, and I believe that God can use anyone … including me.
Would you pray with me that God would send laborers to North Africa? Jesus told us to pray for laborers and He told us to go! God wants all of us to be involved. How could God use you to change someone else’s story for eternity?
John Eliot was born in 1604 near London, England. We know little about his early years, but he received a degree from Cambridge University in 1622.
He became connected to the Puritans while serving as an usher in the grammar school of Rev. Thomas Hooker, where he saw the power of godliness in their lively vigor and service. John soon devoted himself to the ministry of the Gospel with the Puritans. However, the Puritan persecution by the Church of England was so great that they emigrated to America.
John, along with three brothers and three sisters, arrived in Boston on November 4, 1631. It was a very harsh time for them, but they made it. John entered the ministry there that year at the age of twenty-seven years. That same year, John married Miss Hannah Mumford. They would eventually have six children. He was called as pastor of the church in Roxbury where he would pastor until his death nearly sixty years later. John never received more than three hundred dollars a year for his service, but he considered himself rich. He was indeed rich in God’s blessings.
He longed to reach the poor Indians with Christ’s salvation message. However, he had to, first, gain their confidence and learn their most difficult language. It took him almost two years with the aid of a Pequot Indian named Cockenoe to do this, but the red men became devoted to him. The medicine men hated and persecuted him, but John was set to serve God among the Indians. He did this and still served his white congregation. In 1660, three thousand, six hundred Indians had become Christians.
John believed in the work of translating the Bible into the “heart language” of the people. He devised an alphabet for the unwritten Pequot language. With Cockenoe’s help, he translated the Bible into Pequot. In September 1661, the New Testament was printed, and two years later, the whole Bible was completed. This was the first Bible printed in America.
In John’s later years, he could no longer “go” to the Indians, so he asked church families to send their negro servants to him. Thus, he also became known as the founder of the Christian missionary work to the negroes of America.
Missionary opportunities lie at our very doors. John Eliot’s life teaches us to just go and do God’s will: reach the lost with the Gospel of Christ both near and far. Look what Christ can do through one life sold out to Him!
No Birwa photo available. This Sotho man is from a related ethnic group. Photo: Source: Steve Evans – Flickr Licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0
The Birwa, numbering 165,000, live mainly in the Bobirwa Subdistrict of Zimbabwe with smaller populations in Botswana and South Africa. They migrated from Transvaal (a pre-apartheid former province of South Africa) between the 16th and 17th centuries.
Main industries among the Birwa are agriculture, animal husbandry, and tourism. The soil of the Bobirwa Subdistrict is fertile. However, farming is difficult due to the inconsistent rain of the semi-arid climate. Tourism is increasingly important and is enhanced by the wildlife of the many national parks in the area. Tourists also come to experience the regional culture. Birwa crafts, foods, dances, and traditions are preserved at cultural festivals and the Bobirwa Cultural Center.
Although some Birwas call themselves Christians, most Birwas practice traditional beliefs of animism. Animism, the oldest pagan religion, is a belief that all things, both living and non-living, possess a soul. Respect for spirits and veneration of ancestors is an integral part of Birwa life.
Ethnologue.com classifies Birwa as “a stable indigenous language … [which] is thought to be used as a first language by all in the ethnic community.” There is no Bible in Birwa, no Jesus film, no Gospel recordings, and no Christian radio broadcast.
Tourists visit the Birwa people for a short time to get. Pray that missionary Bible translators will go there to stay and give!
Steve Schnell was born in 1965 in Nebraska to a Roman Catholic family. He tried to be a good Catholic, confessing his sins to a priest and observing the sacraments. He joined the Navy in 1986. He led a sinful life until a fellow sailor confronted him with the Gospel of Christ. He trusted Jesus and became a bold witness. His buddies tried in various ways to tempt him back to his former lifestyle, and he got in “trouble” with his superiors for his bold witness for Christ.
Margie was born in Pennsylvania. Her family roots run deep in the Old Order (Horse and Buggy) Mennonite religion. A friend was killed in a highway accident which made Margie consider death and eternity. Her older brother was saved, and influenced greatly by his witness, she trusted Christ in 1986. Steve met Margie in Tennessee, and the Lord impressed Steve that she was to be his wife. Steve felt he needed the approval of her father, but his friends told him he did not have a chance. He was nervous but passed her father’s test, and they were married in April 1991.
Their plan was to settle down on a farm, work hard, serve God in Tennessee, and live a wholesome life. That plan was challenged by the call of the multitudes living and dying without Christ with little or no chance of hearing the gospel. The Schnells attended New Tribes Bible Institute for a time and also received extensive Bible teaching at their church.
The Schnells graduated from BBTI in 1996. In 1997, with the sponsorship of their church, they became missionaries to Cambodia. The Khmer language was Steve’s first experience at learning a new language, but it was Margie’s third language. With the Advanced Missionary Training (AMT) skills acquired at BBTI, they learned Khmer without attending a language school. They communicated the message of Christ to the Khmer people for several years, started indigenous churches, translated much Christian literature, and produced a radio program that continues today.
The Lord led the Schnells back to BBTI in 2011, and Steve’s experience in the Asian Buddhist culture became a valuable addition to our Culture Class. He has also taught Ethno-musicology and Chronological Bible Teaching. Outside of the classroom, his building skills have been an invaluable help. Margie has cared for students’ children so mothers could acquire the AMT along with their husbands.
It would seem that BBTI cannot function without the Schnells; but it must. Paul received the Macedonian vision, and the Schnells have received the “Slovenian vision.” Peter Marshall, after his first heart attack, was questioned by a friend if he learned anything from his health scare about overworking, and he replied, “Yes, I learned that the Kingdom of God goes on without Peter Marshall.” And the Schnells know that BBTI will go on, too! The 2.126 million people of Slovenia need the Schnells more than BBTI does.
Slovenians are friendly toward Americans. It is a beautiful country with a great part of the Alps in the northwest. Even though the cost of living is somewhat lower than in the USA, it is higher than at BBTI. This means the Schnells need to raise more support. They are currently visiting churches, asking for the prayers and the financial help of God’s people. Pray for an open door to Slovenia for Steve, Margie, and eighteen-year-old Joel who is a current student at BBTI. Their first challenge will be language and culture learning. It has been twenty-seven years since Steve and Margie learned a new language. Pray as they meet this challenge. Thank God for people that will take on new challenges and prove again the faithfulness of God.
It is easy to forget that the partnership between churches and missionaries is not merely financial—it is a partnership for the sake of souls. The missionary labors in the field so that churches can reach their fields. When communication between them becomes mechanical, the partnership begins to lose its vitality. The Great Commission was never designed to be carried out by individuals working in isolation. It is a shared work, with each contributing to the same spiritual goal: the salvation of souls. When communication thrives, the partnership flourishes. When it withers, the work weakens.
Modern missions often lose that personal touch. Churches give, missionaries write, and the relationship can quietly slip into a business arrangement—efficient, polite, and lifeless. The missionary’s letter becomes a report to donors, and the church’s offering becomes a bill to pay. The warmth of fellowship is replaced with the status quo of obligation. But missions is not a commercial transaction; it is a spiritual partnership. The missionary is not a contractor hired to do evangelism on behalf of the church. He is a representative of the church, extending the church’s reach to places its members cannot go. Likewise, the church is not a customer demanding results; it is a co-laborer sending reinforcements into the battle.
True missionary communication breathes life back into that relationship. When missionaries write with sincerity and transparency, sharing not only their victories but also their struggles, the church learns to pray more specifically and to care more deeply. A simple line like, “Please pray for strength,” may mean much more than physical fatigue—it may be the missionary’s quiet way of saying, “I am discouraged, but I am holding on.” Churches that read between the lines, that listen with spiritual ears, will hear the heartbeat of their missionaries and respond with compassion and prayer.
Likewise, churches must learn to communicate back. A missionary who spends months or years overseas may go long stretches without a single personal note from supporting churches. He may faithfully send letters, photos, and updates, yet hear little in return. A short handwritten letter, a kind email, or even a message from a Sunday school class can make a tremendous difference. It reminds the missionary that he is not forgotten—that his partners at home are praying, watching, and rejoicing with him. Real communication is not one-way. It is not the missionary always speaking and the church always reading. It is conversation, fellowship, and mutual encouragement.
The danger of purely transactional communication is subtle but profound. When churches expect constant excitement or visible results, missionaries feel pressured to perform. Reports become polished highlights instead of honest reflections. The numbers may look good, but the soul of the message is lost. Some missionaries begin to feel that their worth depends on how impressive their letters sound or how quickly they can produce measurable outcomes.
For communication to be real, it must be relational. Churches can cultivate this by praying for specific needs rather than general ones. When a missionary mentions an upcoming event, sickness, or ongoing struggles with government paperwork, a church that takes time to pray and follow up afterward becomes a personal part of that story. The church and the missionary share the journey and later the victory. It has never been easier for such communication to take place because of the technology we use daily. When churches and missionaries learn to communicate in this spirit, both sides are enriched. The church gains a living awareness that missions is a living extension of its own ministry. The missionary, in turn, draws renewed strength from knowing that his partners are not distant financiers but fellow soldiers who stand beside him in prayer. That is the essence of real missionary communication: shared joy, shared sorrow, shared work.
If the church views missions as a distant department, it will lose its heart for the world. If the missionary views churches merely as sources of funding, he will lose his connection to the body that sent him. But when both see themselves as “labourers together with God” (1 Corinthians 3:9), the lines between sender and sent blur into one united effort. The church becomes present on the field through communication, prayer, and giving; the missionary extends the church’s witness into places unknown. Communication becomes communion.
Real missionary communication is not paperwork; it is partnership. A partnership should have unity within it because of a shared mission and purpose. It is not “us and them,” but us together seeking the salvation of lost souls and planting churches to train believers to carry on the same purpose.
Both missionaries and churches need to develop ways to foster genuine and personal communication. Missionaries should certainly care deeply for the churches supporting them: “And by their prayer for you, which long after you for the exceeding grace of God in you” (2 Corinthians 9:14). And likewise, the churches should show care in ways that go beyond financial support. “I thank my God upon every remembrance of you, aways in every prayer of mine for you all making request with joy, for your fellowship in the gospel from the first day until now” (Philippians 1:3–5).
I have been filling the pulpit where needed, and last Sunday I preached in Marianna. I met with one of the elders before service and meant to ask him if he also had a list of the preachers who would be preaching. But instead of saying “predicadores” (preachers), I said “pecadores” (sinners). I had just asked for a list of the sinners! I knew instantly I had made a mistake, when the elder replied that we don’t need a list because “somos todos pecadores” (We are all sinners.). —Rick, Bolivia
The Banda, numbering 1,317,700 are the largest ethnic group in the Central African Republic. They live in hamlets of scattered homes under the leadership of headmen. Men hunt and fish, and women gather wild foods and cultivate crops of maize, cassava, peanuts, sweet potatoes, yams, and tobacco.
The Banda are woodcarvers, crafting both general use and ritual objects. They are best known for their large slit drums. Slit drums, lacking a drum head, are played by striking near the slit and produce a resonance within the drum chamber.
There are eleven Banda subgroups in the Central African Republic, each of which speaks a distinct dialect. Many groups have at least part of the Bible, but the Banda-Banda Ndi speakers, numbering 167,000, are still in need of a translation.
Catholicism was introduced during the French colonization of the late 1800s, and Protestant missionaries arrived in the early 1920s. Islam has grown to 8% through both immigration and conversion. “Christianity” is the dominant religion. However, many Banda also practice their traditional beliefs of animism and sacrifice to ancestral spirits who are believed to have the power to destroy or to save. How can they know the truth without a Bible?
I was born into a Christian family. One day, when I was ten years old, my relatives gathered all the kids in their living room. We sat down and waited. Then my cousin got up, stood behind a chair, and began preaching a sermon… AS A YOUNG TEENAGER!!!! I was blown away! It had never crossed my mind that a young person could be a preacher. From that moment forward, that is what I wanted to be.
Months later, our new church had its annual missions conference where thirty-five missionaries presented their works. The fellowship hall was filled with missionary displays representing the need in all corners of the earth. I was attending the Christian school and in every class a missionary told of their field and their burden to reach it for the Lord. Again, I was blown away. From that moment forward, I wanted to be a missionary.
That desire remained all through junior high and high school. I began college, majored in missions, and was burdened for many places. I graduated with a strong burden for India but had no peace about going anywhere.
I got married and the Lord very clearly moved me to a church in Kentucky. No paid position. Not even a promise of a position. Just a clear, “Go and serve.” So, we went. After five years, the Lord opened the door for me to take a paid position at the church, and I continued the roles I had already been filling. During this time, God gave me a lot of perspective and matured me.
During another missions conference, two years later,the Lord again stirred me. I told another staff member, “Pastor better stop preaching on missions or I’m going to the mission field!” Four months later, I knew very clearly that God wanted us in missions. When I approached my pastor, he said, “That’s wonderful! Where?” I looked at him and said, “I don’t know.” He replied, “That’s ok. If you don’t have a Where then pick a Who.” He began to list some quality missionaries, but I said, “Honestly God has already put someone on my heart.” (It was a cousin I was sitting next to on the floor when I first saw a young person preach.) Missions was on his heart as well but he had not yet confirmed it with the Lord. My pastor sent me to talk to him, and He told me he had been asking the Lord for a partner. Through prayer, God soon confirmed that we were to take the Gospel to Iceland as a team.
Hardship would have been an appropriate middle name for Laura Hardin. Born in Calhoun, Nebraska, on September 28, 1858, Laura’s life of hardship began at four years of age. Her father, Even Hardin, enlisted in the Civil War in 1865, leaving his wife and five small children with no food or money. They endured a terribly cold winter with almost nothing to eat. God sent help, but the times were rough.
Around eight years of age, Laura checked out a missionary book from the Methodist Church. Her mother explained to her the need to tell the world about Jesus. Laura told her mother she would like to do that someday. God heard her heart and provided greatly so she could. One night, at a revival, she was saved! Her missionary desire grew strong.
God molded Laura in the fires of hardship that well prepared her for what she and her future husband would face on the mission field. Through an Indian uprising, a prairie fire, a freezing night alone on the prairie, a tornado, diphtheria, and typhoid, God prepared her. When crops failed and there was no money for her education, she questioned if she had been wrong about God’s call to her for missions. A well-meaning friend had mentioned that maybe it would not be so hard if God was really calling her to go. How many preparing for the mission field have let the devil so easily steer them from going? We must all realize that when hardships come, it is no indicator of whether God’s call is real or not. How tragic it would have been if she had listened to wrong advice!
On September 28, 1883, Laura set sail for Burma. In 1886, her fiancé, Arthur E. Carson, arrived. He was appointed to open a work among the Chins, who had never had a missionary. Laura and Arthur were married immediately. They soon left for the Chin people, going beyond civilization where no white woman had ever been. They faithfully served through daily hardships and sacrifices until God called Rev. Carson home on April 1, 1908. He had served faithfully for twenty-two years. Laura served for another twelve years before failing health forced her to return to America.
What if Laura had given up on her call because it was too hard? About ninety percent of an entire people group numbering nearly three million might not have ever heard the Gospel. This couple believed ALL hardships and sacrifices were endurable to give the Word of Life to people in their own language and to uplift the souls in darkness to God’s marvelous Light. Hardship and sacrifice come with every worthwhile venture. To what greater venture can we give our lives than to the fulfilling of Christ’s commission?
Source: Laura Hardin Carson, Pioneer Trails, Trials and Triumphs Photo Source: HathiTrust Digital Library.
The Banda, numbering 1,317,700 are the largest ethnic group in the Central African Republic. They live in hamlets of scattered homes under the leadership of headmen. Men hunt and fish, and women gather wild foods and cultivate crops of maize, cassava, peanuts, sweet potatoes, yams, and tobacco.
The Banda are woodcarvers, crafting both general use and ritual objects. They are best known for their large slit drums. Slit drums, lacking a drum head, are played by striking near the slit and produce a resonance within the drum chamber.
There are eleven Banda subgroups in the Central African Republic, each of which speaks a distinct dialect. Many groups have at least part of the Bible, but the Banda-Banda Ndi speakers, numbering 167,000, are still in need of a translation.
Catholicism was introduced during the French colonization of the late 1800s, and Protestant missionaries arrived in the early 1920s. Islam has grown to 8% through both immigration and conversion. “Christianity” is the dominant religion. However, many Banda also practice their traditional beliefs of animism and sacrifice to ancestral spirits who are believed to have the power to destroy or to save. How can they know the truth without a Bible?
God’s plans and ours do not always coincide, but you must admire missionaries who plan to stay for life! Wil and Trina Muldoon are of this group. They went to the mission field much later in life than most; Wil at sixty-three, and Trina several years younger. Theirs is not a comfortable place but a remote coastal village called Baimuru in Papua New Guinea (PNG). Wil describes their quarterly supply run to the capital: “We travel only by dinghy in our area. When heading into Port Moresby for supplies, we spend an hour going down river to the Gulf of Papua, and then 4 hours on the sea to arrive in Kerema, the closest place we can connect with a road to continue our trip to the city (another six to eight hours). The village grass airstrip has not been open for several years.”
Their village has no electricity. The Muldoons have a generator, but it is very expensive to operate and requires transporting barrels of gasoline ($5.94 per gallon) and a lot of prayer and ingenuity to keep the thing running! How did they arrive at such a place at that time in their lives?
Wil left Vietnam addicted to drugs, disillusioned with religion, and without purpose in his hippie lifestyle. He went west for a simpler life, learned the farrier trade, traveled in a mule-drawn wagon, and also worked as a cowboy. Then, a missionary to the Navajo Indians gave him the Gospel! Everything changed. He attended Bible college, married Trina, and became a missionary to the West and native Americans. Later, he founded a church in Wyoming which he pastored for sixteen years. He was comfortable.He spoke the language and understood the culture. The church was prospering. He could have stayed there.
But he learned from PNG veteran missionary Matt Allen that people in two dozen villages in his area were begging for missionaries to come start a church. But Wil was too old. Or was he? Matt said, “No! Men with age and experience are what we need. Get over here!” So, the Muldoons began at BBTI in 2010. They raised support and left for PNG in September 2012. God led them to a remote, abandoned mission station with fifteen acres of land. They have since developed a unique training program.
Poorly educated, ministry-minded people come as family units and live at Baimuru Baptist Bible Institute (BBBI). They plant and live off of their own gardens and hope to sell extra food for spending money. They work on the property to pay their tuition. Both husband and wife study. BBBI is not a one-size-fits-all program. It is designed to meet the needs of the worker. For instance, they offer a one-year course that includes preparation for Sunday School teachers, youth workers, and invitation counselors. Others will complete two or three years of intensive Bible study and practical training. This is a very heavy teaching assignment for two people, one of whom is seventy-five years old! Besides classroom study, Wil accompanies students to conduct evangelistic and teaching meetings in surrounding villages. God has blessed. Pastors and workers are in places where they are greatly needed. The current pastor of the Baimuru Baptist Church is a 2016 BBBI graduate.
After eight years in PNG, the Muldoons took a seven-month furlough in the States. Wil’s last words to me then were, “I plan to go back and die there.” However, if God gives them life, after this class concludes, they desire to take one more furlough so they can hug their children and grandchildren, meet their new grandchildren, and report to their faithful supporters. But Wil and Trina do believe that Baimuru is where they will be buried. Let’s pray that it will be many years from now! A book should be written about them—probably never will be. But God is keeping the record!
Raymond, the director of a mission agency and a graduate of Baptist Bible Translators Institute (BBTI), was explaining to a pastor why his church members, Jack and Linda, who planned to be missionaries, needed BBTI. The pastor was not seeing the point. Raymond had spent many years in Africa, and he knew the arduous task facing this young couple, and he also knew how much BBTI had helped him and his wife. Raymond asked the pastor how this couple was going to survive and succeed. The pastor’s reply was, “He’ll figure it out when he gets there.” Unfortunately, most new missionaries are going ill-prepared and trying to figure it out. Experts in the fields of linguistics and anthropology have gone before us and figured out many mysteries of language and culture. Wouldn’t it be wise of us to draw on their expertise? We explain our Advanced Missionary Training (AMT) to every prospective missionary who will listen; all agree that better preparation would be a good idea. Unfortunately, they almost invariably add, “But I need to get on the field quickly. The program takes too long.” Because Jack and Linda’s pastor had never communicated in a new language and culture, his natural thinking was to get on the field ASAP and just do it!
Suppose you took your car to an auto repair shop and found that the mechanic had a few tools but no experience or instruction on their use? He had not attended mechanical school or worked as an apprentice. But he assured you that God wanted him to be a mechanic, and he would lift the hood and figure it out. You would limp down the street to a different shop. Would you want a haircut at a barber shop or beauty salon if you learned that the operator had only watched a video on hair cutting, knew nothing about sanitation procedures and laws, had never been taught or tested, but said, “Sit down and I’ll figure this out as I go”? Suppose you went to a financial advisor to invest your hard-earned money only to discover that this advisor had never been to business school, had never studied finances, and knew nothing of the workings of Wall Street. He may be a Christian and believe God is leading him into the investment business, but if he says, “Leave your money with me; with God’s help, I’ll figure it out,” you might decide to use that money instead to build a house. You find a man whose motto is, “My name is Chuck, I have a truck, and I’m called to construct!” But he has never studied carpentry, plumbing, electrical, heating or A/C. He knows nothing about city codes or building permits. You might decide to rent a little longer or look for a trained contractor. Does Uncle Sam give a recruit a uniform, a rifle and some ammunition and say, “Go fight the bad guys; you’ll figure it out when you get there.” No, our government has better sense than that! “… for the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light” (Luke 16:8b). Yet we dare send a precious young couple, one in a thousand, to a strange new country to learn an extremely complicated language and culture with no specialized training in linguistics, cultural anthropology, or cross-culture communication! It is unreasonable to expect them to almost miraculously deliver a totally new message to heathen people blinded by Satan for centuries. Should we give Jack and Linda plenty of money, a pat on the back, a hardy “God bless you,” and send them out with the most valuable message known to God or man and expect them to just figure it out when they get there? The men that collect the trash on Tuesday receive training before they put on that florescent yellow vest!
Jack and Linda graduated college and took a few missionary courses, but they acquired no linguistic tools, skills, or instruction in actual language learning. Their church is convinced that they cannot fail because they are spiritual, dedicated, intelligent, and truly called by God. But the fifty percent of Baptist missionaries that returned prematurely before successfully communicating the Gospel were all of these things, too! Yes, some must return prematurely because of permanent problems, but over seventy percent of early departures are for preventable reasons. Those reasons are often related to (but seldom attributed to) language and culture challenges. Apparently, they failed to figure it out.
The pastor probably argued that his missionary couple needed to concentrate on raising support to arrive on the field quickly because people there are dying without Christ. Nine months at BBTI seemed too long and just not worth the time it required. During Raymond’s time on the mission field, he watched many fellow laborers leave when they could have stayed. He saw them struggle and leave, never understanding the culture because they simply did not know how to study it. And he knew that pre-field training would have made a difference. He wanted Jack and Linda to figure it out in the classroom and then thrive on the field.
Raymond explained that Jack and Linda need not discontinue deputation but could continue presenting their burden in the hundreds of mission-minded Fundamental Baptist churches in Texas and Oklahoma. He told them that BBTI has a good reputation with the churches and that being students there would open doors for them. He told them of the tuition-free training and the very low housing fee for a fully furnished house on BBTI property. Raymond was able to explain many benefits of pre-field training, and fortunately, the pastor was convinced! He sent Jack and Linda to BBTI.
After graduation, they arrived on the field and immediately began applying their training. They learned a complex language where no language school even existed. Within a couple of years both Jack and Linda could speak that difficult language well. (Jack’s cousin Mike also attended BBTI and is now speaking a new language on his field.) Maybe Jack and Linda would have figured it out without specialized training—but maybe not. They chose not to take that risk.
Does God lead children to yearn for the mission field and hope to go? Will God use people in missionary service who let sin ruin their testimony? We can look to George Grenfell’s life for answers.
George was born in Sancreed, England, August 21, 1849, and the family moved to Birmingham when he was three years old. He began attending Sunday School at Heneage Street Baptist Church at ten years of age and was saved and baptized at fifteen. Early on, he was interested in African missions, being influenced by men of the church and a book by David Livingstone.
In 1873, George was approved for missionary training, and in November 1874, the Committee of the Baptist Missionary Society (BMS) accepted him for service in the Cameroons, West Africa. He set sail with Alfred Saker, his hero. Because Alfred and George believed in self-sustaining economic life within a Christian community, they taught practical skills to the young men of the missionary community.
George married Mary Hawkes in 1876. Tragically, she died in 1877 after giving birth to a stillborn child. Desperately lonely, troubled, and confused, George began a series of exploratory journeys inland looking for the best route to the interior. In 1877, the BMS sent George and Thomas Comber on an exploratory journey of the Congo River with the idea of establishing a mission station. Unfortunately, on August 20, 1878, George resigned from the BMS. Rose, his Jamaican housekeeper was pregnant with his child. They married and named their child Patience. Was God through with George?
Thomas Comber made thirteen unsuccessful attempts to establish a route between Sao Salvador and Stanley Pool. However, it was even more important to establish a depot on the mouth of the Congo River, so Thomas requested the BMS reinstate George to run it. On April 23, 1880, the board reinstated him with restrictions. They would never have reason for regret.
George assembled a purchased steamer which was launched in 1884. He made six explorations of the upper Congo, preaching everywhere he went. George’s vision was to evangelize the whole Sudan Belt, and he made great contribution to that end.
Will God call children to the mission field? George’s life answers a resounding, “YES!” Can a child of God still serve in God’s work after backsliding and losing testimony? Yes, George served God for the rest of His life!
Does God lead children to yearn for the mission field and hope to go? Will God use people in missionary service who let sin ruin their testimony? We can look to George Grenfell’s life for answers.
George was born in Sancreed, England, August 21, 1849, and the family moved to Birmingham when he was three years old. He began attending Sunday School at Heneage Street Baptist Church at ten years of age and was saved and baptized at fifteen. Early on, he was interested in African missions, being influenced by men of the church and a book by David Livingstone.
In 1873, George was approved for missionary training, and in November 1874, the Committee of the Baptist Missionary Society (BMS) accepted him for service in the Cameroons, West Africa. He set sail with Alfred Saker, his hero. Because Alfred and George believed in self-sustaining economic life within a Christian community, they taught practical skills to the young men of the missionary community.
George married Mary Hawkes in 1876. Tragically, she died in 1877 after giving birth to a stillborn child. Desperately lonely, troubled, and confused, George began a series of exploratory journeys inland looking for the best route to the interior. In 1877, the BMS sent George and Thomas Comber on an exploratory journey of the Congo River with the idea of establishing a mission station. Unfortunately, on August 20, 1878, George resigned from the BMS. Rose, his Jamaican housekeeper was pregnant with his child. They married and named their child Patience. Was God through with George?
Thomas Comber made thirteen unsuccessful attempts to establish a route between Sao Salvador and Stanley Pool. However, it was even more important to establish a depot on the mouth of the Congo River, so Thomas requested the BMS reinstate George to run it. On April 23, 1880, the board reinstated him with restrictions. They would never have reason for regret.
George assembled a purchased steamer which was launched in 1884. He made six explorations of the upper Congo, preaching everywhere he went. George’s vision was to evangelize the whole Sudan Belt, and he made great contribution to that end.
Will God call children to the mission field? George’s life answers a resounding, “YES!” Can a child of God still serve in God’s work after backsliding and losing testimony? Yes, George served God for the rest of His life!
I met Joe Moreno in 1975 when he visited BBTI. I was a missionary student preparing to do what Joe had done for nearly thirty-five years, reach the most unreached people groups. For him this meant finding and making friendly contact with the Ayorés, a savage Bolivian Indian tribe. We students stayed up almost all-night listening to Joe’s stories and asking questions. We did not fully realize we were in the presence of a truly great man. However, Joe would not call himself a missionary, probably because he had only a sixth-grade education and perhaps due to his material status. His wife had left him and his three young children.
Joe was born in Texas, and Spanish was probably his first language. By day he was a mechanic and by night a carouser. At twenty-four years old, he moved to Mount Pleasant, Michigan, where his life of debauchery would continue for six more years.
A group of mission-minded men and women in the Mount Pleasant area had learned of the helpless condition of the Ayoré Indians and were making plans to reach them. The leader of the group, Cecil Dye, was pastoring a church in Mt. Pleasant and had also begun a youth club with a strong emphasis on missions. Joe heard Cecil preach the Gospel and was gloriously saved. His life was instantly transformed, and he began witnessing to everyone. When he heard of Cecil’s mission plans, Joe said, “I can carry a missionary’s suitcase. I can go and be Cecil’s flunky! ” Read the exciting story in the book, God Planted Five Seeds, by Jean Dye Johnson, published by Ethnos360.
In November 1942, this newly formed group (that became known as New Tribes Mission) was founded by Paul Fleming and Cecil Dye and moved to Bolivia. The group consisted of Cecil and Dorothy Dye, Bob and Jean Dye, Dave and Audry Bacon, George Hosbach, Eldon Hunter, and Joe Moreno. Joe’s children, as was the practice of the group, were placed in a mission boarding school. Joe’s knowledge of Spanish was a great help to the group, and he also began reaching out to the Spanish-speaking people.
In June 1943, after much prayer, planning, and preparation, Cecil, Bob, Dave, George, and Eldon took to the jungle trails, seeking to make friendly contact with the Ayorés. The Ayorés had killed numerous so-called civilized ones, and civilized ones had killed many Indians and enslaved their children. The army and the railroad company wanted the Indians tamed or killed—it probably did not matter which—so they were in favor of the missionaries’ efforts. The group walked over thirty miles of mountains and cut through one hundred miles of dense jungle looking for Indian trails and footprints. When they found Ayoré campsites, they left gifts. Eventually the Indians left gifts for the missionaries. It is believed they made contact on November 19, 1943. They were never heard from again. Their wives and others hoped that they had only been taken captive, not killed, but it would be another five years before reliable testimony from the Indians who killed them eliminated all doubt. Their bodies were never found, but a few durable personal items proved the native’s account.
Joe was evangelizing Spanish-speaking villages and did not accompany the five men. After the group’s disappearance was obvious, Joe became the leader of the mission and dedicated himself to two things: finding the men if they were alive and making friendly contact with the Indians. Thus, Joe undertook the forward thrust of the mission. He would leave the base camp for weeks and sometimes walk hundreds of miles looking for Ayoré trails and campsites. Friendly contact was finally made after five years.
As we talked with Joe that night in 1975, he told of the Ayoré practice of burying alive an old person who could no longer keep up with the nomadic tribe. He tried to stop this, even by getting into the hole with the person. They either pulled him out or began throwing dirt on him.
My family moved to Oaxaca, Mexico, in 1979 and began working with an Indian group. People there asked me if I knew Tomás Moreno. They described him as an old man who traveled in the mountains telling people about Jesus. I said that I did not know him. Only recently I learned that Joe’s name was Ab Tomás Moreno. He died in El Paso in 1987. For someone unqualified to be a missionary, he did a great missionary work!
We have seen a drastic reduction in the number of missionaries going to the field since 2020, and churches now struggle to find missionaries to support. We are losing more missionaries off the field than we can send to replace them. Too few are going, and of those who do, many return prematurely. Faced with these challenges, it is past time for us to assess the situation and take corrective action.
It is said that anybody can find a problem, but it takes leadership to find the solution. Let us dive into the problem and then start the conversation on some possible solutions.
Who is at fault? Was it COVID and the tightening hand of world governments that resulted from that season of time? Is it that the church is failing to promote missions and urge its members to consider missions as the primary call of the New Testament? Is it the family unit that is willing to give its finances, prayers, and well wishes to others but not willing to send its children and grandchildren?
COVID certainly had its damaging effect. Most governments around the world tightened their grip on their people. While we were busy arguing about whether a person should wear a mask or not, the governments were tightening their control in many more pressing ways. Some countries have used COVID-19 as a reason to expel foreigners from the country and have been reluctant to allow them back in. Visas in many countries are for shorter periods and more challenging to obtain. Nevertheless, some countries, seeing the detrimental effects of not welcoming foreigners, have opened their doors wide, allowing tourism, business, and even missionary work to flourish. We are not of this world, and it is not the governments that determines where we go as missionaries. It is time that we shrug off the excuses and get to the biblical mission, which is missions.
It is also possible that our churches took a lackadaisical approach to missions for a season. Just a few years ago, pastors received many calls and emails from missionaries, and they had to weed through and determine which missionaries they would accept and which ones they would refuse. It seemed that many were going, and so possibly the urgency to see folks sent from their church diminished. I believe it ought to be the goal of every church to fulfill the Great Commission beginning near them at what we might call their “Jerusalem and Judea,” then to the people in foreign places that maybe are not so easy to love in their “Samaria,” and to the unreached people groups in their “uttermost parts of the earth” (Acts 1:8). It seems that we can allocate labor and money for almost anything we want to accomplish in the church, other than sending missionaries. How do we fix this? I certainly do not have all the answers and would be a fool to assume I have the answers for every individual church, but here are some suggestions.
Beginning with the youngest ages, as we tell the Bible stories of people who went and served God, we can encourage our children that God will send them to do a great work for Him if they are willing. We could stop using negative statements, such as “not everyone is called to the pastorate or to be a missionary,” and instead tell every person that they have a calling. They are commanded to go. Going honors God, allowing us to trust in the promise found in Psalm 37:23, “The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.” God will order our steps, which will provide both the place and methodology if our feet are surrendered.
We must preach the truth to our people that the Gospel requires us to go and share it with others so that they might be saved. Yes, it ought to be to our neighbor and our coworkers, but it also ought to be simultaneously to the uttermost parts of the earth. We must realize and preach that God does not just want our prosperity but also our person to go overseas.
Families need to awaken to the great opportunity of missions and to the high calling that it is. I do not have a biblical command to be a doctor, lawyer, electrician, laborer, etc., but I do have a command to preach the Gospel to every creature. Our families ought to be on their knees together, praying that the Lord would allow them and/or their children or their grandchildren to go and preach the Gospel where it has not yet been proclaimed. Faithful worship at the house of God ought to take precedence over the worship at the stadium that many families seem to see as a priority. Let us cheer and shout when family members share the Gospel with a friend or somebody they meet along the way. I would rather my children be in the most dangerous place on earth and in the will of God than living at ease with riches and glory but without the presence and approval of God.
It is time that in every Christian setting, missions be our first priority. If you believe this to be extreme, then it would be a good time to consider the commandments given in the New Testament. The four Gospels all end with a Great Commission to go and preach the Gospel. Acts begins with the admonishment to go, and Romans asks the questions “how shall they believe in him of whom they have not heard? and how shall they hear without a preacher?” The New Testament is written by men who went, preached, suffered, and died for the sake of the Gospel. It is time that we live for the same cause.
Who is at fault? Certainly not God! He is the Lord of Harvest, and with his help, we must find solutions and make corrections.
John Eliot was born in 1604 near London, England. We know little about his early years, but he received a degree from Cambridge University in 1622.
He became connected to the Puritans while serving as an usher in the grammar school of Rev. Thomas Hooker, where he saw the power of godliness in their lively vigor and service. John soon devoted himself to the ministry of the Gospel with the Puritans. However, the Puritan persecution by the Church of England was so great that they emigrated to America.
John, along with three brothers and three sisters, arrived in Boston on November 4, 1631. It was a very harsh time for them, but they made it. John entered the ministry there that year at the age of twenty-seven years. That same year, John married Miss Hannah Mumford. They would eventually have six children. He was called as pastor of the church in Roxbury where he would pastor until his death nearly sixty years later. John never received more than three hundred dollars a year for his service, but he considered himself rich. He was indeed rich in God’s blessings.
He longed to reach the poor Indians with Christ’s salvation message. However, he had to, first, gain their confidence and learn their most difficult language. It took him almost two years with the aid of a Pequot Indian named Cockenoe to do this, but the red men became devoted to him. The medicine men hated and persecuted him, but John was set to serve God among the Indians. He did this and still served his white congregation. In 1660, three thousand, six hundred Indians had become Christians.
John believed in the work of translating the Bible into the “heart language” of the people. He devised an alphabet for the unwritten Pequot language. With Cockenoe’s help, he translated the Bible into Pequot. In September 1661, the New Testament was printed, and two years later, the whole Bible was completed. This was the first Bible printed in America.
In John’s later years, he could no longer “go” to the Indians, so he asked church families to send their negro servants to him. Thus, he also became known as the founder of the Christian missionary work to the negroes of America.
Missionary opportunities lie at our very doors. John Eliot’s life teaches us to just go and do God’s will: reach the lost with the Gospel of Christ both near and far. Look what Christ can do through one life sold out to Him!
Hardship would have been an appropriate middle name for Laura Hardin. Born in Calhoun, Nebraska, on September 28, 1858, Laura’s life of hardship began at four years of age. Her father, Even Hardin, enlisted in the Civil War in 1865, leaving his wife and five small children with no food or money. They endured a terribly cold winter with almost nothing to eat. God sent help, but the times were rough.
Around eight years of age, Laura checked out a missionary book from the Methodist Church. Her mother explained to her the need to tell the world about Jesus. Laura told her mother she would like to do that someday. God heard her heart and provided greatly so she could. One night, at a revival, she was saved! Her missionary desire grew strong.
God molded Laura in the fires of hardship that well prepared her for what she and her future husband would face on the mission field. Through an Indian uprising, a prairie fire, a freezing night alone on the prairie, a tornado, diphtheria, and typhoid, God prepared her. When crops failed and there was no money for her education, she questioned if she had been wrong about God’s call to her for missions. A well-meaning friend had mentioned that maybe it would not be so hard if God was really calling her to go. How many preparing for the mission field have let the devil so easily steer them from going? We must all realize that when hardships come, it is no indicator of whether God’s call is real or not. How tragic it would have been if she had listened to wrong advice!
On September 28, 1883, Laura set sail for Burma. In 1886, her fiancé, Arthur E. Carson, arrived. He was appointed to open a work among the Chins, who had never had a missionary. Laura and Arthur were married immediately. They soon left for the Chin people, going beyond civilization where no white woman had ever been. They faithfully served through daily hardships and sacrifices until God called Rev. Carson home on April 1, 1908. He had served faithfully for twenty-two years. Laura served for another twelve years before failing health forced her to return to America.
What if Laura had given up on her call because it was too hard? About ninety percent of an entire people group numbering nearly three million might not have ever heard the Gospel. This couple believed ALL hardships and sacrifices were endurable to give the Word of Life to people in their own language and to uplift the souls in darkness to God’s marvelous Light. Hardship and sacrifice come with every worthwhile venture. To what greater venture can we give our lives than to the fulfilling of Christ’s commission?
Source: Laura Hardin Carson, Pioneer Trails, Trials and Triumphs Photo Source: HathiTrust Digital Library.
It was 1944 and WWII was still raging. Twenty-eight-year-old Mel Rutter and his battalion were sent to New Guinea to hunt for Japanese soldiers. After they arrived and were awaiting permanent orders, they had a lot of free time on their hands. These American soldiers had much uncertainty and fear in their minds and hearts. Being far from home, family, and facing certain death at any moment fostered a mindset of “eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you die.” Sin was rampant: liquor, gambling, cursing, and obscene stories were the norm.
Mel, a young Christian, was saddened by such sin against His Lord and Saviour. To get away from it, he began walking, and before he realized what he was doing, he was deep into the jungle! In 1944, it was not safe to wander into the jungles of New Guinea where cannibal tribes still lived. Suddenly, his fears took shape in the form of a native cannibal standing right before him saying, “Hubba, hubba,” in broken English. Horror washed over Mel as he saw the filed-down, pointed teeth in the smiling face of this cannibal. Then Mel noticed the Book tucked under the cannibal’s arm. Never had his soul been so stirred and thrilled! This ex-cannibal was carrying a Bible! He looked at Mel, grinned with those pointy teeth, and asked, “Is white boy Christian?” Only God could orchestrate such a Divine appointment as this. Mel’s heart was greatly impressed by this humble ex-cannibal— a REAL missionary out telling anyone who would listen about becoming a Christian!
Back in America and years later, after attending two seminaries and pastoring three churches, Mel and his wife surrendered to missions. They sold all their belongings and went to Mexico. Two years later, they returned to Dallas where they taught missions for a year. Next, they went to Chile, South America. A year after that, they went to Costa Rica and attended language school to extensively study the Spanish language. Mel and his wife Dorothy then went to Peru, South America, and worked with Peruvians and the Quechua Indians for a number of years before returning to the States for health reasons.
In 1961, Mel and Dr. James W. Crumpton founded Maranatha Baptist Mission. At one time, it had one hundred twenty-five missionaries serving in eighteen countries and at home. For thirty-nine years, Mel was an international representative of Maranatha Baptist Missions. He died on December 30, 1999.
Have you had any Divine appointments? Is God moving you toward missions? Are WE fulfilling God’s Great Commission? Oh, that the love of Christ would fill us and overflow to the uttermost creature!
On June 7, 2014, Stephen A. Metcalf, a faithful church planter and evangelist to Japan, passed away. He ministered in Japan for forty years with his wife Evelyn and their five children. However, Stephen did not always want to be a missionary to Japan.
Stephen was born on October 23, 1927, to George and Bessie Metcalf. The Metcalfs were missionary translators in Taku (now Dao-Gu), a mountainous Lisu village one weeks walk from Kunming, the capital of Yunnan Province in Southwest China. At a young age, Stephen learned to fluently speak English, Mandarin, and Lisu. In 1934, when he was seven years old, his parents took Stephen to join his sister Ruth at a boarding school in Yantai. Except for Christmas visits, Stephen grew up in Yantai and rarely saw his parents.
By 1937, World War II was imminent. The Japanese invasion of China did not affect Stephen until 1942 when he and his schoolmates were imprisoned. Sickness continually plagued the filthy, cramped attic where the nineteen young men were initially quartered. Hepatitis A and a raging fever nearly killed Stephen, but God miraculously spared his life. As he lay weak and alone, his conscience convicted him of his sins. Overwhelmed, Stephen confessed His sins and believed that Jesus Christ died and rose again for him. In the following months, Stephen’s faith grew through missionary biographies that fellow inmates lent him. By the time Stephen was moved to the Weixian internment camp, God had taught him perseverance, faithfulness, and thankfulness. However, Stephen struggled to learn forgiveness.
Who could blame Stephen for despising the Japanese? His circumstances appeared to justify his attitude. Over two-thousand men, women, and children were confined within the sixty-acre internment camp. Sanitation was deplorable; water was inadequate; food was rationed; and medical supplies were scarce. Self-preservation was the daily mode of life. Individuals who retained ethical and religious convictions were either admired or scorned. Yet one such man’s godly character influenced others in Weixian.
Eric Liddell, famous Scottish Olympic gold medalist and missionary, chose Christlikeness over self-centeredness. Of all the prisoners, he easily could have demanded his rights and misused his influence. At the pinnacle of his athletic career, he left Scotland to be a missionary teacher in China. Instead of evacuating the country with his family in 1941, Liddell remained. He firmly believed that only faithful obedience honors God, despite any personal cost. Even in Weixian, Liddell continued obeying God as he served his fellow prisoners.
In 1945, just months before World War II ended, Stephen heard the words that impacted the rest of his life. During a Bible study on Matthew 5:43-48, Liddell taught: “When you hate, you are self-centered. When you pray, you are God-centered. Praying changes your attitude. It is hard to hate those you pray for.” Listening, Stephen was deeply convicted. He realized Liddell’s personal obedience to the Truth had changed his attitude toward the Japanese guards. God used Liddell’s testimony to break Stephen’s unforgiving heart. Together, the men began praying for their captors.
Days later, Liddell approached Stephen with a pair of patched running shoes. Stephen’s own shoes were completely worn, useless protection against the winter temperatures. Unconscious of his friend’s personal sacrifice, Stephen gratefully accepted them. Only weeks later did Stephen realize that he was walking in Liddell’s shoes.
One month later, tears stung and blurred Stephen’s eyes as he gazed down at his shoes. He tried to steady himself under the weight of his friend’s coffin. Though a brain tumor silenced Liddell’s earthly voice, his words echoed in Stephen’s memory. As he reflected on Liddell’s life, Stephen’s grief suddenly turned to resolution. At that moment, before God, he vowed to go to Japan as a missionary after the war.
Liddell’s obedience influenced Stephen’s obedience. Years later, in 1952, Stephen recalled Liddell’s words again as he began his life-time ministry in Japan. He no longer wore Liddell’s physical shoes, yet he daily walked in Liddell’s spiritual shoes. Both men’s obedience resulted in countless Japanese salvations!
When we obediently live the Truth, others will believe the Truth. Obedience reveals Absolute Truth which powerfully transforms lives for eternity. Through His own obedience, Christ fulfilled the law and the prophets, demonstrating that the Word of God is Truth. His obedience to the Father’s will changed men’s eternal destinies (John 5:30, 6:38)! Christ set the example for us (Phil. 2:8; Heb. 5:8; 1 Pet. 2:21). His obedience cost Him everything. Likewise, obedience will cost us everything. Nevertheless, Christ’s obedience commands and compels our own obedience. We have a choice. We know the Truth. Yet Truth without obedience will never save a lost and dying world.
Christ wore the shoes of obedience, and He commanded us to follow Him. Obedience is a personal choice in response to a personal command. Though initially individual, our choice is eternally influential. Will we obey the Truth? Will we walk in Christ’s shoes? Will others walk in our shoes?
“Satan knows well the power of concentration.” Do we? Do we dare to focus on Christ with such genuine intensity that His glory is our only motive and consideration for every choice we make?
In October 1876, John Ruskin, a famous English painter and severe art critic, consented to evaluate a young woman’s artwork. Astonished by her exceptional portrayal of artistic elements and principles, Ruskin immediately offered to train the artist. As time progressed, he declared that she was a rare talent destined to become one of the century’s greatest English artists.
The young artist, Isabella Lilias Trotter, was born on July 14, 1853, to an affluent family in London. Her godly parents intentionally instilled spiritual truths in her life which blossomed following her salvation. Lilias’s love for art was matched only by her passion for ministry. When faced with a choice between the fortune and fame of an artistic career and a simple life of service, Lilias chose to relinquish her rights to her talent and follow Christ. In 1879, she journaled: “Are our hands off the very blossom of our lives? Are all things—even the treasures He sanctified—held loosely, ready to be parted with without a struggle when He asks for them? It is a loss to keep what God says to give.”
After she surrendered her life and talents to Christ, He opened His way before her. At a mission conference in 1887, Lilias clearly knew that God wanted her to go to Algeria, North Africa. The following year, she moved to Algeria where she ministered to Arabs until her death in 1928. Although she worked closely with North African Mission, the ministry never accepted her as a missionary because her heart was weak. However, Christ was Lilias’ focus; nothing could dissuade her obedience. For the next thirty-nine years, she faithfully ministered to Algerian women and children through Bible studies, prayer meetings, and literacy classes. Her artistic and literary talents enabled her to write and translate many tracts, parables, Christian literature, and Scripture portions into both classical and colloquial Arabic. During her later ministry, Lilias and her team pioneered work among the Arab Sufi mystics in the Southlands of Algeria. When her weak heart left her bedridden, she continued writing. The famous hymn, “Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus,” was inspired by Lilias’ booklet Focussed, in which she wrote: “Dare to lay bare your whole life and being before Him, and ask Him to show you whether or not all is focused on Christ and His glory.”
Lives are legacies, yet only Christ-focused lives leave legacies of faithfulness. Focused lives fearlessly follow Christ without hesitation at the cost to oneself, family, friends, or ministries. “Christ—Christ—Christ—filling all the horizon. Everything in us: everything to us: everything through us. ‘To live is Christ.’—Amen.”
Is our focus changing our lives? Do we dare?
Quotations from A Passion for the Impossible by Miriam Huffman Rockness
Isaac McCoy was born in Fayette, Pennsylvania, in June 1784. He was the son of a Baptist preacher who, as incredible as it sounds, did not believe in evangelizing. Isaac and his father argued over this, but Isaac was not afraid to stand for the truth. He became a missionary to the Native Americans. Before moving west to the wilderness of Indiana and Illinois, Isaac pastored a church for seven or eight years. His first missionary assignment paid him $500 per year, and he worked with the Weas, Miamis, and Kickapoos in Indiana. He later worked with the Pottawatomie tribe in Michigan.
McCoy used education as a tool to evangelize children. In 1820, he moved to Fort Wayne and opened a school with ten English pupils, six French pupils, eight Indian pupils, and one African pupil. By the end of the year, he had thirty-two Indians living in his own home as members of his family! A year later, he reported that he had forty-two pupils. In 1822, he began a temperance society and made his first trip to Washington D.C. to plead for fair treatment for the Native Americans. Our government was shamefully famous for making and breaking treaties with the Indians They stole their land, relocated them, and viewed them as something less than human. However, Isaac McCoy did not see the Indians this way. He loved a people that others despised.
For many years, McCoy served under federal appointment as a commissioner, surveyor, or teacher among the Native Americans. On a trip to Washington [believed to have been in 1829] to report on his exploration, he visited the Mission Board in Boston. He found them making pleas for missionaries to Burma (Myanmar), Africa, and other countries, but not to the Native Americans. Not everyone shared McCoy’s burden to reach them. Some believed that the Indians would soon die out; therefore, they believed there was no need to evangelize them.
In 1828, McCoy preached the first Baptist sermon ever heard in Chicago. In 1832, he was present in the organization of the first Baptist church in the Oklahoma Territory. He was instrumental in the founding of Grand Rapids, Michigan, and Kansas City, Missouri, where he lived until 1842. At that time, McCoy moved to Louisville, Kentucky and established the Indian Mission Association. On a return trip from Jeffersonville, Indiana, he was exposed to severe weather which resulted in a serious illness that caused his death on June 21, 1846. His dying words were, “Tell the brethren to never let the Indian mission decline.” It was said of him, “The American Indian never had a better friend than Isaac McCoy.”
There was no headstone for Charlotte Rowe until her name was uncovered among the missionaries appointed by American Baptist International Ministries during research as it prepared for its 200th anniversary.
Charlotte White Rowe was the first woman missionary to be officially appointed from the United States by any denomination or agency. Charlotte was born in 1782. Her early life was marked by sadness. She was orphaned at age twelve and widowed at twenty-two. She moved to Massachusetts where she was saved and joined First Baptist Church of Merrimac.
In 1813 Charlotte moved to Philadelphia and joined the Sanson Street Baptist Church. There she met and joined Charles and Phoebe Hough who were going to Burma to help Adoniram Judson with printing work. She applied to the Baptist Board of Foreign Missions in the summer of 1814. After much discussion, the majority consented to her approval but then said they did not have the funding to send her. She pledged her own small estate to the work and left for India. The next year, the mission society’s new ruling forbade the appointment of single women missionaries.
After four months at sea, Charlotte and the Houghs landed in Calcutta and traveled to Serampore. It took two months for them to arrange shipping for the printing press and supplies to Burma. During that time, she met missionary Joshua Rowe, a widower with three small boys. They were married and Charlotte stayed in India with her new family while the Howes went on to Burma.
Charlotte’s first task was to learn the local language, Hindi. She was a remarkable linguist and learned so quickly that she soon began establishing schools. It wasn’t hard to get native teachers for the boys. To get teachers for the girls she had to hold classes and train the women first. Her resources were limited so she began writing schoolbooks in Hindi.
After only seven years of marriage, with six children and a busy and thriving ministry, Joshua Rowe died. Charlotte was only financially able to continue for an additional three years. She traveled to London in hope of being appointed by the British Mission society, only to find that they, too, had established a ruling against single women missionaries. She then worked to raise passage back to the United States where she ran a boarding school with the help of her twin daughters until the girls died, one in 1851 and the other in 1852. Charlotte died in 1863 at the age of eighty-two and was buried beside her twin daughters in an unmarked grave.
“I am but a mere instrument in God’s hand . . .” —Charlotte Rowe