Cameroon and the Baka People

Some Information on Cameroon:

Location:
Cameroon sits in the heart of Africa, just north of the equator and just below the familiar bulge of the west coast of the continent. Home to an estimated 18 million people, Cameroon is about the size of the US state of California.

Languages:
More than 270 indigenous languages are spoken in Cameroon. Literacy work and Bible translation are ongoing needs in Cameroon.

Economy:
Cameroon’s economy is struggling. The current economic environment fosters a cycle where the poor remain poor and the rich get richer.

Religion:
Most Cameroonians are very religious. In South Cameroon, the main religion is African Traditional Religion, a form of animism.

Some Information on the Baka people:

The Baka People:
The Baka people have lived in the dense rainforests of southeast Cameroon for centuries, surviving as semi-nomadic hunter gatherers. Considered backward and primitive by other Cameroonians, they have seldom been on equal footing with others. They are animists.

Music:
Music is central to their lives. As soon as a baby is able to clap it is encouraged to participate in all the communal music-making. There is music for ritualistic purposes, music for passing on knowledge, stories and the history of the Baka people, and music for pure enjoyment.

A unique way that Baka women and girls play music is to literally "play the river" (liquindi).
You can hear a clip at this link: http://www.baka.co.uk/baka/mp3_liquindi.html

Another unique instrument is the Earth Bow (Angbindi). This is a single-stringed instrument that literally uses the ground as a sound-box!
You can hear a clip at this link: http://www.baka.co.uk/baka/mp3_angbindi.html

World Team and the Baka:
World Team began work among the Baka in 1992. From the beginning the Baka team has emphasized a holistic approach, using medical care and development initiatives to build trust relationships. Chronological storytelling is being used to present the Gospel to this pre-literate group. There is no viable church currently in existence.

The Baka Team's Vision Statement:
To complete a presentation of the gospel using a storying method in the Baka heart language resulting in a group of discipled believers equipped to facilitate a church planting movement.

Candidate School (RACE)

As most of you know, I was invited to attend World Team's candidate school, RACE, in Pennsylvania this past July. I made the decision to go only about a week before RACE, as God quickly opened the doors for me to be able to attend. During this time leading up to RACE, I was busy completing Bible knowledge and evangelism tests, psychological testing, sending in references, and writing out my life story and testimony for World Team's assessors.

RACE started out with a couple days of training and information about World Team, its history, and the areas around the world where it works. Then a few days were spent on the actual assessment part. The group of us candidates was put through situations/simulations while the assessors sat around us taking notes on how we each responded and contributed. There was also time where each of us gave our testimony and then answered questions. World Team hires an outside company of psychologists to do part of the assessment for them; they were there the whole time watching everything we did, and at the end there was a day of individual interviews with one of the psychologists, and then with one of World Team's missionary assessors.

The process was so valuable! When winding down and processing each night after another grueling day, I continued to think to myself, even if I don't make it through this will have been such a worthwhile process. I learned so much about missions, about myself, about what was really important to me in the mission organization I would submit myself to, and what was important in my teammates on the field. (And in turn, about who I needed to be to my future teammates.) As I continued to learn about World Team, I prayed more and more that this would be the mission God wanted me to go out with. By the last day, I simply couldn't imagine going out with any other organization, and my heart almost physically ached to be accepted by World Team. My prayer during my devotions the morning that we'd find out who had been accepted was something like, "God, I only want to do what is your will. But please let it be your will that I be accepted by World Team! Please let this feeling in my heart be from you because you want me to go out with World Team."

A time was set up for each candidate to meet individually with their main assessor that day; during that meeting we'd be told if we'd been accepted or not, and the reasons why. When I went into my meeting my heart was racing, and I was full of the joy and peace of the Lord. The song that I had written that morning while reading Psalm 46 was going through my mind:

Come to me
When your heart become anxious
Come to me
And be still
Come to me
When your heart become anxious
Come to me
And rest awhile

Be still-And know that I am God
Be still-And know that I'm the Lord
Be still-And know I am holding you up
When strength is gone
Be still

I am the Lord
Who brought you out of darkness
I am the Lord
Who filled you with light
I am the Lord
Of Abraham and Isaac
And as I cared for them
So care I for you

Come to me
When your heart become anxious
Come to me
And be still
Come to me
When your heart become anxious
Come to me
And rest awhile

When my assessor handed me a copy of my letter of invitation to join World Team, and began to read it to me, I felt like the Lord had just entrusted me with the greatest and most precious gift! My heart was so full that I almost couldn't bear it, and as the tears trickled down my face I couldn't help but sing the Doxology in my heart. ...Praise God from whom all blessing flow...

As those of us who were accepted sat and visited for a few hours, sharing stories of God's faithfulness, and how we'd seen God's leading in our lives toward missions, there was a feeling of peace and awe in the room. Each one of us that sat there was a sinner, but in God's mercy He'd redeemed us, and during this week He'd confirmed in our hearts His desire to use us for His glory overseas. What a gracious and faithful God we serve!

The last night of RACE, World Team had a banquet and presented each of us who'd been accepted as missionary appointees with a certificate, and a baton with our name and a verse on it. (The picture at the top of this post is of me receiving my certificate and baton.) Afterward they had a prayer time and commissioned us. This was such a beautiful time, I will always treasure it in my heart as a most precious gift from the Lord. Oh to follow in His ways, walking along the path that He has for me, what better joy could be found on this earth!

My heart's desire has always been to share Christ with the world, and I know that He put that desire there because He has called me to do so. What an overwhelming joy it is to see how He is leading me toward that--and that my heart will not have to break to be sharing His Gospel overseas for much longer! He is a good God, who gives us the desires of our hearts...His desires!

I thank you all for the faithful prayers you have brought before the Lord on my behalf over the years. I count it such a great privilege to be surrounded by a family of believers who pray! As I continue preparing to go to Cameroon I would greatly appreciate your continued prayers. Please pray that God would continue to open and close doors in ways that would show me the directions He wants me to go and the things He wants me to pursue. In the meantime I continue to walk along the path I see He has set before me, trusting Him to show me which way to turn each time I come to a fork in the road.
You could also pray that God would fill me each day with His strength, patience, and grace. As I prepare to go, I continue to see ways that Satan is trying to discourage me from continuing on. On the one hand I am encouraged by this, as I know that it means God must have a plan that Satan is trying to thwart, but on the other, it can be very tiring some days. I continue to turn to the Lord day by day, and He continues to fill me with Himself--and with everything that I need. But I know that without being continually filled I will not be able to accomplish the things that God has planned for me, and my heart's cry is that I would never stop coming to Christ for that filling of my spirit.
I am full of Christ's joy to overflowing, and know that the Lord has a wonderful plan, but some days I am not sure which way to move forward. On those days I simply have to give my questions to the Lord and keep walking. I know that He is faithful, and will finish the work He has begun in me.

Happy Birthday Daune!

Yesterday was Duane's birthday--the first one spent worshiping at the very throne of God. In honor of the legacy that he left behind, I wanted to share a small story of God's faithfulness.

As many of you know, this past Christmas was a difficult one for me, as Duane went to be with the Lord on Sunday December 28, 2008 after a long battle with cancer. But what most of you don't know, is the special way in which God graciously prepared me to lead worship that morning. (Which I could not have done without the hand of God holding me up.)

My worship team was scheduled to lead on the 28^th, and on the preceding Friday night, I had a dream from the lord that Duane was going to die that Saturday night. I spent the next day, Saturday, in the church office changing the song selection for the Sunday morning service, weeping over each song choice on my knees before the Lord. My team got together to practice that night. And the next morning (Sunday) when we arrived to set up, I was told that Duane had died early that morning. After telling the team and praying together over our loss, we prayed for God’s comfort and hand of protection on the congregation, as most of them were to learn of Duane’s passing for the first time at the service.

Leading that morning was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. But it was such a blessing to have known ahead of time from the Lord so that I could not only choose songs that would be able to lead the congregation into the throne room of God in their grief--but also so I could mourn the day before, and be prepared to lead the congregation into worship.

It was a beautiful gift that Duane was taken on a Sunday morning, so that the church could gather as a body immediately and respond with worship. Worship is not only our gift to God, but it is His gift to us; never have I had as clear a picture of that as I did that Sunday morning.

The past couple of years since Duane got sick have been ones that have required me to lean fully on the Lord for my strength. Duane was not just my worship pastor and mentor; he had also taken me under his wing as a father. I gave the question “why did I have to lose my father figure after already having ‘lost’ one?” to God immediately after my dream of Duane’s death, all the while knowing that God was the only Father I needed--that He was all I needed. Once in a while, while visiting Duane at the cemetery, I will begin to ask the question again, but then I am reminded of the miraculous ways God has shown Himself real to me in the past (like the pillars of stones the Israelites would erect to remind themselves of what God had done for them), and then all I can do is praise Him.

God is truly faithful, and He knows what each one of us needs. Even when we can't understand circumstances in our lives, God can--and He desires for us to trust and draw near to Him. When we are pressed close to God's side, it is then we can truly hear His heart beating for us. . . and for the world around us.

Duane is now singing God's praises in heaven, and although this has left me with tears in my eyes many times, it leaves me with praise in my heart at all times.

I know that my Redeemer lives!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever living head!

He lives triumphant from the grave;
He lives eternally to save;
He lives exalted, throned above;
He lives to rule his Church in love.

He lives to silence all my fears;
He lives to wipe away my tears;
He lives to calm my troubled heart;
He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives to bless me with his love;
He lives to plead for me above;
He lives my hungry soul to feed;
He lives to help in time of need.

He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly friend;
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while he lives, I’ll sing;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King!

He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my savior, still the same;
What joy this blest assurance gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives!

God sits as the refiner...

I received an email with this story in it today, and thought I'd share it with all of you.

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Malachi 3:3 says: 'He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.'

This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study.

That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining Silver.

As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities

The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says: 'He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.' She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined.

The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed..

The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, 'How do you know when the silver is fully refined?' He smiled at her and answered, 'Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in it.'
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What a beautiful picture this was to me--that God will not turn away His eyes until He sees His image in me.
...His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me...

We had a guest speaker in town this weekend, and I went to a talk he gave last night. It was on the destruction and demoralization that is taking place on university campuses, and how we can help to prepare the younger generation to be over-comers in Christ.

At one point he spoke about the importance of learning to love and fear God. He told a story of once when he was talking to some young people about the love/fear of God. He asked them, "Would you drive at 100 miles an hour on the highway?" The answer was a resounding no. When he asked them why not, one answer was "I'd be afraid of killing someone." Another was, "I wouldn't want to get a ticket."
"So," he said "you might love to drive fast, but your fear of getting a ticket or killing someone would keep you from doing it." He went on to show them how every decision they make is based on love and/or fear.
After telling this story, he told us how important this discovery had been to his survival as a Christian. And he challenged us to pass this on to the younger generations in order that they would be prepared to face the world--and stay strong in their faith.


This morning as I read the email I had shared above, it reminded me that I need to learn more about God. I need to continue to learn about Him so I can truly understand not only the love, but the fear of God. I have always understood that these two, love and fear, must both be present in my relationship with God. But I think that our present Christian society has forgotten about the fear of God...and I too easily follow suit. It is easy to become so concerned with the love of God, that we forget to fear Him.
I find the picture of God sitting as our refiner truly beautiful. But it is not a soft beauty, it is a strong beauty that fills my heart with the love--and fear of God.

Why I feel called to the Baka people in Cameroon

I've been wanting to write a letter filling you all in on all the details of how God has lead me to this point, but couldn't bring myself to start in my excitement somehow. There are simply no words that seem good enough to start a letter about the way God's been working in me; it's all just too great for my human understanding.

So this afternoon I've decided to just sit down and simply piece together from my heart how I've felt and seen God's leading me toward the Baka people in Cameroon...without worrying about not being able to fully and properly articulate the wonders of God's working.

I suppose I'll start by saying that God placed a deep love and concern for the people of Africa in me since I was a child, from before I can even remember. I had never been to Africa before the Cameroon Vision Trip this spring though. I went on my first missions trip when I was 11 years old, and went on one or two trips all over the world each year following that. I love people, so I fell in love with the people everywhere I went, and talked about how I could go back and work in all the countries I'd been to, but I'd never felt specifically called to one place or one mission organization.

When I stepped out of the airport in Cameroon I stopped still, closed my eyes, and let out a deep, slow sigh; it was the most amazing feeling--like I could feel myself experiencing the realization, and saying "This is where I belong. This is what everything in my life has been leading up to." That first night I was up almost all night, sitting out on the porch at SIL reading Psalms, Job and Ephesians, praying, and worshiping God through tears of awe at His greatness and my low, sinful state. I was so full of awe that my heart couldn't stop praying silently those first couple days in Yaounde, Cameroon’s capital city. I was so overwhelmed by God's great grace--that He would choose to work in and through me.

I'll actually back up for a moment and share a little snippet about how God even brought me to be on the Vision Trip. It was only about a month before the trip that I found out it was happening and started to raise funds to go. I felt strongly that God wanted me to go, but knew there was no way I could raise all the money in that short time--especially with having to commit to buying plane tickets fairly soon after starting to raise money. I kept saying to God, "Well, I guess I'll know for sure if you want me to go, because there's no way the money will come in unless you bring it in miraculously." It was about two weeks before we would be leaving, and only a little less than $200 had come in for both me and Timothy. I was at my small group that Sunday night, and afterwards one of the ladies handed me an envelope. At the moment that I touched that envelope, peace rushed over me, and I just knew that all the money was going to come in, and Timothy and I were going to go on the Vision Trip. I knew that God had a purpose in sending us on the trip. As she walked away and I was left there holding the envelope I felt my eyes well up with tears. There could have just been $5 inside, it didn't matter, I knew that God was going to bring in the money. ...He did, and there are a lot more stories that I could tell about what God did even before we left for Cameroon. But anyways, back to where I was...

The first stop on the Vison Trip was Baka Land, where the Abbotts, Andertons, and Jenn Jesse were living and ministering. As we pulled up by the Abbott's house in Baka Land God filled me with a deep love for the Baka people, as well as the missionaries working among them. I'm not sure how to describe it, it was an instant connection for me--like family that I'd just never met in person but was somehow deeply connected to. That connection kept growing, and I fell in love with and became very burdened for the Baka people as I met them. What beautiful people!
One day while we were praying as a group in the Anderton's screened in porch I could feel God saying to me, "I love the Baka so much, you couldn't even physically contain my love for them. I'm going to give you just a tiny taste of my love for them..." I couldn't bear even that, and felt like I was going to break down or melt away under His love for them. My eyes began flowing with tears. I was a mess. God continued to reveal things like this to me in tangible ways, growing in me a love and burden for the Baka, and bringing me before Him on my face for the Baka many times. God also began to burden me for each of the missionaries who are working with the Baka, often reducing me to tears before Him, praying against the spiritual warfare I could feel was waging.

I was so full of love for the Baka, my heart couldn't even fully think about coming back to work among them, although I was filled with an overwhelming desire to do so. The day that we left Baka Land was so sad for me, because I couldn't bear to think that I might never again see these people that I loved so dearly.

I continued to desire to go back to Baka Land and pour my life into the people there throughout the rest of the trip...and when I got back to Canada that desire only grew.

I spent many hours praying and asking God if this could be His plan for me, hardly daring to hope that it was at first. But as it says in Psalm 37, “Delight thyself also in the Lord: and He shall give thee the desires of thine heart.”
What a beautiful thing it is to find your delight in God--and to find that in return He puts His desires in your heart!

I continue to pray for God’s will to be done as I pursue full-time ministry with World Team among the Baka people in Cameroon. I would greatly appreciate your prayers as well!

Recipes From Cameroon!

I have had lots of fun experimenting with recreating two of my favorite dishes from my time in Cameroon! (After coming up with the right amounts, I have made it for my family several times. Everyone loves it!)

I thought I'd share the finished product with you so you can have a 'taste' of Cameroon from here!


Angeline’s Cameroon Recipes

Njamma-njamma
In Cameroon, Njamma-njamma is the name of the plant that this dish is made from. Here in Canada, other greens have to be substituted for Njamma-njamma leaves.
Ingredients:
2-4 tablespoons of olive oil
2-3 cloves of garlic, minced
1 onion, finely chopped
1 tsp. cayenne pepper, red pepper, or pepe pepper (to taste)
2 (or more) pounds of greens: collards, kale, mustard greens, swiss chard, or spinach; stems removed, cleaned, torn or shredded
1 cup water (or chicken stock)
salt to taste (optional, I prefer it without)

Preparation:
Heat oil in a large skillet or pot. Over high heat, sauté onions and garlic for a few minutes. (Until tender but not brown.) Add pepper and stir for a minute. Reduce heat.
Add greens to pot. Cook over medium heat for several minutes. Stir greens often, but keep the pot covered.
Add water or broth. Cover. Cook over low heat until greens are tender and have sweat down in bulk-- ten to twenty minutes or longer. Add salt if necessary. Serve hot with fufu.


Corn Fufu
(This makes four balls.)

Ingredients:
1 cup corn meal
Water (Boil 5 cups, you’ll use a bit less.)

Preparation:
1. Boil water in medium pot. Pour all but about 2 cups of water into a separate container after it’s come to a rapid boil.
2. Allow water in pot to continue to boil while adding the corn meal, stirring constantly with whisk. (After this, use a wooden spoon.)
3. Add some of the reserved water and allow the mixture to boil for about 15-30 seconds, then stir.
4. Add more water, boil, then stir. Keep doing this until you’re out of water or have reached the right consistency. Cook until you smell the scent of roasted corn. You don’t want the mixture to be too thick or too runny. Then reduce heat and cook for 3-5 minutes longer.

To make the Corn Fufu balls: Form into four balls. Wrap each ball in plastic wrap and put them in a pot of already hot water on medium-low heat. This will keep Fufu hot until the Njamma-jamma is ready. To serve, place the Fufu balls in a serving bowl while still in saran wrap. Let people unwrap their ball when they are ready to eat, this will keep it piping hot!

To Eat Fufu and Njamma-njamma: This dish is eaten with the hands! The Njamma-njamma will be very hot, so a piece of the Fufu ball is pinched off and used to scoop up the Njamma-njamma.

Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think if you try it! :)

Vision Trip 2009-Update

Cameroon Vision Trip 2009 Report

Dear friends and family,

We’re back, and what an amazing trip it was! Thank you so much for your prayers and support. What a blessing to have been sent on this Vision Trip on your behalf. We thank God for your partnership with us; without you sending us we never would have been able to go. Each of you was just as much a part of the ministry that took place on the Cameroon trip as Timothy and I were. Thank you for partnering with us in Christ. What a joy to have been placed in this immediate family in the family of God!

Right now I feel like Lucy in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe after she had just come back from Narnia and was trying to relay her experience. When I stepped off the plane in Cameroon I entered a whole new world. I learned things I didn’t know I needed to learn; I experienced things I didn’t know it was possible to experience. Like a child I am filled with awe and wonder at discovering this new world. Yet stepping back into Canada, it is as if no time has passed in my world while I’ve been gone. God is the same in both worlds, but like Aslan in Narnia, He seems to take a more visible form in Cameroon, waging war against darkness for the hearts and souls of the people. And like Lucy, I am filled with an indescribable love for God and compassion for the Cameroonian people. The question is, how do I pass the vision that God gave me on to you? I pray that God will give me the words to paint a picture for you of the amazing work going on in Cameroon.

The first people group we visited was the Baka. What an amazing first glimpse of God’s love for the Cameroonian people and the work He is doing among them! I spent a lot of time playing with the children, learning their words for the various bugs--and laughing with them as I fumbled to pronounce and remember those words! I enjoyed learning each of the kid’s names, and was struck by the fact that God knows each and every one of our names. How great the love of the Lord is for each of the people He created, and how great the privilege to be His tools to show that love to them! The missionaries with the Baka show that love through physical help, medical care through the doctor and nurse on the team, and agricultural help through an orchard. But not only are they providing the Baka with these much-needed services, they are bringing them the Word of God—in a language they can understand. The Baka are an oral people, they use stories to pass messages from person to person, generation to generation. One evening while we were with the Baka, we had the privilege of sitting around the fire with them and listening as a Bible story was shared with them in their oral tradition. The story was of Noah and how there was only one door to the ark. What a blessing it was to be there and see these people interacting with the story and the missionaries, hiding these truths in their hearts. The missionaries have been using storying to work their way through the Bible with the Baka. And how exciting it was to hear that they are very close to telling the Baka the greatest story of all time—the story of Jesus Christ!

The second people group we visited was the Fulbe, a Muslim people group. We heard about the water project that was started by a missionary years ago, which has created an opening for missionaries to minister to the Fulbe. We visited the Baptist hospital where the Jesus Movie is played in the waiting area, and the patients are prayed with daily. And that Sunday morning, what a joy it was to be able to sit in the “Prayer House” with Fulbe men and women who have given their lives to Christ, and worship God together! Books of Fulbe hymns that were well worn and falling apart were passed around. Singing along with these brothers and sisters in Christ, I could not understand the words, but I could hear the joy of Christ in each note! What sweet fellowship there is at the foot of the cross. The missionaries are discipling three of the Fulbe men, so they can go out as missionaries to their people.

The third people group we visited was the Oroko. The missionaries
to the Oroko are working on translating the Bible. (This is where Mike and Becky Scott, missionaries from the Prairie Tabernacle, have been working.) We did a translation simulation while we were there, and it was amazing to experience the process that every verse has to go through to get from English, to Oroko, to paper. The exegesis process was simply amazing! And what got me really excited was that the missionaries are not just sitting in their translation room, but men from all over the Oroko area do the various aspects of translation with their help. What an amazing discipleship and Biblical training opportunity! There are between 18 and 25 men who come once a month to do a “translation workshop.” They come from all over the area, from the ten different dialects of Oroko. We met a few of these men and they explained what they do in the translation process. We all ate lunch together later on, and one of the men shared his testimony with me, and how important translating the Bible has been in his life. It is a sacrifice for these men to give up a week of work each month, and for some of them to travel a long way to Bekondo where the missionaries live, but they do it because they see the great value of having the Bible in their language. And they see the difference that learning the Bible has had in their hearts and lives. An alphabet has been created, many key passages have been translated, and a few books of the Bible have been published in paperback. There are a couple primers that have also been published for use in the schools so that the Oroko will be able to read their language. God has flung opened the doors among the Oroko people, and more people are needed.

Prayer Needs:

The Baka
- The missionaries have come to the point where they are ready to tell them the story of Jesus. Pray that God would prepare their hearts to understand and receive the Gospel.
- Please pray for more people to come out as missionaries so that the current missionaries can pursue their vision to expand the work among the Baka.
The Fulbe
- Please pray for more people to come out so that as each of the Fulbe men the missionaries are discipling are ready to go out and minister to their people, a missionary could go and work with them.
- Please pray for someone to come out to work with the water project, and that the doors would continue to open there.
The Oroko
- Please pray for the Oroko people, that their churches would grow stronger, and that more people would come out to work with the literacy work and discipleship.
- Please pray for the Friesens who are working with the Oroko on their own right now while the Scotts are at home. And pray for the Scotts that God would continue to restore their daughter to health so they can return to Cameroon.

Everywhere we went, the field was white for harvest, and it was amazing to see and hear what God’s been doing and the opportunities He’s been opening up! God loves the people in Cameroon so much, and is moving among them in a powerful way. But more workers are desperately needed. We live in such a fast-paced world that I think we often forget to actually stop and ask, “Lord, do you want to send me?” I would challenge each of us to purposely set aside this next week and pray the Lord of the harvest to send workers, but at the same time, ask if that might be His plan for our lives. God’s not looking for perfection, He’s looking for a willingness to learn and grow.



A Personal Note From Timothy

Thank-you for your support, both financial and spiritual. During the Cameroon vision trip I have grown immensely in my spiritual life. Before heading out for Cameroon I had been struggling some with my belief. While in Cameroon my belief in the Lord and His work in my life was reaffirmed. I have learned much from the people there in Cameroon. Thank-you for making it possible for us to go.
Sincerely,
Timothy J. D. Bowman



A Personal Note From Angeline

Thank you all for your prayers and support! I have felt called to missions since I was young, and while I was in Cameroon felt called to go back as a fulltime missionary. It’s been exciting to see how God has continued to confirm that calling in my life! I have started the process of preparing to go out with World Team once I finish university, and can hardly wait to get back! I would appreciate your prayers for God’s continued leading in my life, and that I would be as soft clay in His hands as I seek to learn and grow in my faith so I can be an effective tool for Christ.
Thank you again for your faithful prayer and support in my life. May the Lord bless you abundantly!

Angeline Bowman