The Battle of the Baboon verses the Little Girl.

29 10 2012

I wish I could tell you her name. She lives south of Serge, Tanzania on a hilly stretch of road that is weary to drive. At least on my plastic motor cycle. I try to pull over about once every hundred kilometers and stretch and drink water.

On one such break last week, I noticed a small hut about 200 meters away far below me off the road. Obviously the people that lived there were at the bottom of the economic scale even for Africa. I could see two little girls playing in and around a little tree. There was a primitive fence but no animals in it next to the house. I was distracted by a group of young boys walking my way out of no where obviously wanting to engage and talk to a Mzungu. (White guy) About the time we started to talk screaming and yelling erupted from the little hut. At first I glanced over and only noticed that the little girls were no longer playing in the yard. But the screaming persisted. About the time I was about to resume my conversation with the boys thinking the kids were playing inside, things got interesting.

I took one more glance and could not believe my eyes. A huge Baboon came running out of the house with an ear of corn. Oh no, I thought, he had injured the little girls and perhaps attacked them over the corn. No worries. He was running for his life. The littlest girl was hard after him. She ran and yelled at him the same words over and over. I could not make them out but the Baboon would run about 30 meters and stop and turn to face the girl and take a swipe at shucking the corn. But the little girl never stopped charging. Perhaps the Baboon was trouble for the family food supplies and this little girl had enough. The Baboon could get no peace to deal with the corn as the little girl no more than 6 years old and barely 3′ tall, she probably weighed, 40lbs, was constantly bearing down on he, she, or it. The Baboon was obviously full grown and that means his torso is as big as mine. He looks like a grown man sitting on the ground. Only his canine like face, fangs and short legs give him away as a Baboon.

She must have run him for a quarter of a mile through the bush. Fearlessly defending her home against this invader. Finally they were so deep in the bush that I could no longer hear her voice nor see the Baboon. The entertainment was over for me. I could not help but think I would not want to mess with her when she grew up. But if I was ever in trouble she just might be an able ally. I don’t know who won the battle. But I know one thing. If persistence was to win the day, the Baboon did not have a chance.





In the presence of Giants: And victims of radical Islam

18 10 2012

In the presence of Giants

I am going to get into trouble for that title. But I don’t mind. You see for part of last week I was with brothers and sisters who serve on the mission field all over Africa. Some have orphanages, rescue ministries for abused girls, prison ministries and refuge ministries just to name a few. These are just the “helps” ministries they do and don’t include the mission of simply reaching the Muslims, primitive tribes, animist, villagers and city slum dwellers they live among. Some are wanted by radicals and have had people sent to harm them and their families. They hide others and themselves from radicals while continuing to witness Jesus love to the many Muslims open to the Gospel message.

A few have been detained or arrested, some have seen churches destroyed and even had friends and family members slain, for Jesus. None of these men belong to a large well funded organization or a nationally recognized charity. They are just men and women, perhaps like you. At some point in life they just gave it all up for Jesus and began “going” into all the world. Although every one of the individual ministries need help, there was no talk of such things in the meetings. We did not discuss funding or even talk about fundraising. Rather, we talked about the Kingdom of God and how to expand it.

I learned of ministries I cannot talk about in this blog or in public. Lives are at stake. And I also learned some things that I must do something about but need your help to address. Some of you have already been emailed about this issue in the last 36 hours but I must mention it again here. There are Muslim women that come to Jesus and then are thrown out of their homes to live on the street with their youngest children while their husband keeps the older ones. And that is if their husband cares for them. Some are simply killed or brutalized. Some are helped by churches and continue in the faith serving the Lord. But I was appalled to learn that many fall through the cracks due to economics. Some return to Islam rather than starve. No one asked me to contact you about it. There are just brothers and sisters discussing options, housing and how to serve these women on the resources available. I was told we are doing all we can. Well at least these guys are doing all they can.

I have a question. What are you going to do about it? Email me at midtownglenn@ gmail.com and let’s act together.

From my iPad in Africa