Back in the days
when my family and I lived in Venezuela and if I had no other commitments at
other churches, on Sunday mornings we drove up a bit higher into the Andes
Mountains from where we lived to the little pueblo of Cascarí. There, built on
the slope of a steep mountainside, was a little church. It was to that church
where we went to worship with the few people who attended there.
One Sunday, after
we had been gone on furlough for more than a year to Wisconsin, we drove up
Cascarí to attend the church and to see the people. It had been a long time
since the people there had seen us and they did not know that we had returned
to Venezuela. We arrived at the service
quite late, but that did not matter so much at Cascarí. It was just a little group of believers and
they were not so preoccupied with schedules.
When we arrived,
Brother Luis was reading Scripture. We entered in the back of the church
building and tried not to interrupt.
Most of the folks there were illiterate, so they were in the habit of
listening very intently to the reading.
But of course, they could not help but note our presence, and after the
reading everyone stood up to welcome us.
We went around to shake hands and to receive and give hugs and
kisses. After all of the greetings were
over one of the men stood up and asked me, “Brother, did you bring a teaching
for us this morning?”
The truth was
that I had not. I had not gone expecting
to preach. However, for some recent
months, the church had been without a pastor. Previous to that, and when we had left for
Wisconsin, they had had a student from a Bible Institute in a nearby city who
was completing his year of practice at the church. This young man had been one of my own
students at the Bible Institute and was acting as a pastor for the church at
Cascarí for his apprenticeship program.
However, unknown
to us, this young man had finished his time of internship and had left the church a couple of
months earlier. Since that time, the
people of Cascarí had been carrying on alone.
The people that
made up the church at Cascarí were few and very poor. There was really no work to be found in the
village apart from the harvest of the coffee beans once a year and working in
the sugar cane fields. Some of the men of the village actually had to go to a
larger town to find work and, since the distance was so great, had to live
separated from their families.
Because of the
few members and the poor economic conditions of the area, the church had seldom
been able to hire a full time pastor. Nevertheless, the church had usually been
richly supplied. A former missionary had
helped them to build a very nice little church building with a separate Sunday
school building in the back of the church, and they had often been able to have
students from the Bible Institute serve as their pastor from time to time over the years.
For a couple of years previous to the most recent Bible Institute student, there had been a lay pastor from Colombia who had moved to a nearby village and who had been helping them. But for the moment, there was no one. The church was without someone who had been coming to teach from the Bible.
For a couple of years previous to the most recent Bible Institute student, there had been a lay pastor from Colombia who had moved to a nearby village and who had been helping them. But for the moment, there was no one. The church was without someone who had been coming to teach from the Bible.
And so it was
that when we arrived after a year of absence, the people were once again
without a pastor. When we arrived late
that Sunday, they asked me, “Brother, did you bring a teaching?”
Because I did not know that they had had no pastor, I had
not come that morning prepared or expecting to do any teaching. Besides that,
we had been so busy just getting back into the country that I had not even had
time to think much about anything else.
Nevertheless, I
rose to my feet and started to walk toward the front of the church, trying to
think of something of encouragement that I could say to the people. Besides my general unpreparedness, I was not a long time Spanish speaker and after a year without speaking that local
language, I also wondered how that would go.
(Continued in a few days)
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