On my first trip to Nigeria, back in 2005, was a most amazing time. Now make no mistake traveling to the Country of Nigeria is not for the faint of heart. West Africans have a saying, be careful where you put your feet in Nigeria. It is a very beautiful country. Some of the people have a burning desire for the things of God and the rest have a desire for your things. Now please do not misunderstand me I am not talking bad of the people they are so precious, but the great poverty and lack of physical security by the government in Lagos and Abuja (and other big cities) has built a mistrust in the people where beatings, robbery, and sadly murders are every day occurrences. To be honest, of all of the countries I have traveled to only in Nigeria did I feel a sense of alarm in my spirit. But I knew there I would meet Mike Olufemi a wonderful friend and former member of our church in Stuttgart, Germany. Mike is in the top three of the most humble people I know. Even in Germany (a land that flowed with milk and honey for many Africans) Mike took the humble place. His simplistic, child-like faith, and Godly spirit always inspires me. And now living with his family in a village of almost all Muslims, Mike has learned how to keep his mouth and speak when God tells Him to, a noble lesson for us all to learn. My mission was simple (or I thought) to travel to Mike’s village of Aveile (about half way between Lagos the providential capital and more Christian south and in the north Abuja the present capital of the Country and almost all Muslim), meet Chief Habeeb Kadiri and give him a gift of money for three burr hole water wells, and preach in as many churches as the Lord opened the door. Just when you think you have figured out what God wants of you please know you are standing on dangerous ground. Mike met me at the airport in Lagos and we spent three or four days ministering in three churches as we locked on transportation to Aveile. Make no mistake everything in Africa is difficult, even going across town can take you all day. Pastor Israel of the Faithfuls Church was a good friend of Mike and Pastor Joseph Ojatabu my associate Pastor in Germany. Did you know it really does matter who your friends are? Did you know there are some people in your life you cannot hang around with? This is why having a spirit of Godly judgment is critical to our ability to know what God wants and more important want God does not what. My friend if you lack this understanding and wisdom God will never be able to work in your life as He intends. Ask God to open the eyes of your understanding to your need to be able to judge righteous judgment. Jesus taught the people in the temple, “Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgment.” (John 7:24) We see and know what is right and what is wrong my friend the Bible tells us this. But “righteous judgment” (Strong’s #2920, a separating, sundering, separation to opinion or decision concerning justice and injustice, right or wrong) is much more, it is judgment based on our heart condition as revealed to us by the Holy Spirit. If our heart condition is wrong then how can we handle the weightier things of God? Jesus said, “Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin, and have omitted the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith: these ought ye to have done, and not to leave the other undone.” (Matthew 23:23) How can we handle “the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith:” if we do not have the ability, by God’s Spirit, within us to separate ourselves from injustice and wrong? This is one of the biggest areas not spoken about in most churches today. We need to allow God to work in our lives, through His dealings and judgments, to judge our thoughts, motives, and intentions that are not of Him to open up our understanding to His critical need for our lives. I mean who wants to be judged? Only the man who knows judgment is the beginning of correction and right relationship with God and man. Without judgment in our lives we will always end up over in selfishness and self-seeking ways, like sheep we all will go astray. It is “righteous judgment” and our need for correction that brings us to the understanding of our need for God. It is no wonder fewer and fewer people see not their need for God and their beliefs are so ungodly today.
Anyway back to Nigeria. Pastor Israel agreed to take us to Aveile. So Pastor Israel, his body guard, Mike, and I headed to Aveile about a five or six hour drive by minivan. About every 30 to 45 minutes we would get stopped by Nigerian soldiers or police (with AK-47s) to check our passport. One time we got stopped by some road workers who wanted to shake us down for some money, but Pastor Israel, his body guard, and Mike got into a verbal altercation that ended with some punches and Pastor Isreal promising to curse them. I was told to stay in the minivan no matter what I heard and saw. Well we made it to Aveile early evening and paid our respects to Chief Habeeb. It would have been a really big social and traditional mistake if we would not have stopped by to see Chief Habeeb before retiring for the night. After all we were staying in his town and sleeping in his government hotel. The next day we visited Chief Habeeb again. Now make no mistake he was in-charge. His words were life and death, our life and our death as he wished. Mike told him of my gift of the water wells, but he stood up and called his counsel of advisors into a side room. After about 30 minutes or so, he told Mike to thank me for the water wells, but they did not need more water wells, but a maternity clinic. Well I was floored I only had $5,000 with me. Then Chief Habeeb said, “you pray to your God and I will pray to mine and either your God or mine will make it happen if it is God’s will.” Well, today a beautiful maternity clinic (check out our website to see it) delivering 60-70 babies a month (our local hospital delivers around 80 babies a month), well stocked and equipped, giving hope to 100s of 1000s ladies in Aveile (and the surrounding area) from the heart and finances of a wise and Godly mother and dedicated, loving son for the glory of God. No greater love than for someone to lay their lives down for the Brethren. Now here is where the title of this article comes in. After we agreed to see what our God could do Chief Habeeb asked me what I wanted. Mike had already started to lean forward in the foxhole and prompted me to ask him if we could have a church service in the village. I asked and to my amazement Chief Habeeb said yes. Before I knew it we were making plans for an evangelistic service in a Muslim village, who would have thought it, God. The service stated at 6:30 pm and the sun was still up. Mike and others sang for about 1 or 1 ½ hours to raise interest in the service as the Nigerians were coming home from work. After all there were no advertisements, no radio or TV spots. No signs, banners, or handbills which are the biggest way to advertise such meetings. All we had was just permission and a desire to see God do something special in the lives of the people of Aveile. About 8:00 pm or so I climbed up the home made rickety platform they hurriedly made. With each step up the ladder it swayed back and forth until I stood behind the only light on the soccer field. I think every flying insect in Aveile stopped by to see what was happening. I spoke from Psalms 133, “Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!” (Psalms 133:1) As I began to speak and as the sun began to go down I noticed 100s of people standing in the shadows. You see they could not take the chance of being seen, if so they could be beat or even killed for attending the service. They had to hide in the shadows until the sun went down. And I thought, that is where the lost are, they are in the shadows. I finished my message (and survived the aerial attacks of the insects) and turned the service over to Pastor Isreal. Now Nigerians are emotional people. It was now late at night and the soccer ground was packed with people. Pastor Isreal took the microphone and had the people jumping. I have never seen someone more charismatic than Pastor Isreal, he went on for hours singing and preaching until he gave an alter call, 100s of people came forward to receive Jesus Christ. From the shadows maybe 400 people came forward. Pastor Isreal told them all to get in one straight line (believe it our not Africans are usually obedient, strong discipline teaches one obedience) because he wanted to pray for everyone who came forward. I asked if he wanted some help, but he said no I would slow him down with the need for translation. It would be best if I went back to the hotel where the guards are so, I departed the soccer grounds thanking God for the opportunity to share the Gospel message. What a night, what a trip. Little did I know what God had in store for the future of the people of Aveile and the surrounding area.
But my friend, those who do not know Jesus Christ as their personal savior are in the shadows on the fringes of life. They are not in the light of day, but on the edge where life matters the most. I wonder why we try so hard to paint the walls and groom the lawn trimming the building like a Christmas tree when the ones we are to go after in life are not too concerned about a building or the many programs we work so hard to regiment in every week. We spend so much time and money in putting life into a building and grounds that, like us, will decay and crumble away. Our focus must not be a building or a program, but those in the shadows. My friend a church building is nothing more than a coffin to bury our flesh in. I will let that sink in awhile. All those people in the shadows know is they need help and do not really know where they can go to get it. They like the shadows are transitory in life and we have a defined opportunity and time to draw them out. This was the point Solomon was making in chapter two of Song of Solomon, “My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. 17Until the day break, and the shadows (Strong’s #6751, transitoriness of life) flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.” (Song of Solomon 2:16-17) What Solomon was saying was, before the day breaks or life fleets away we are to be “like a roe” (Strong’s #6638, beauty, glory, and honor) for those in the between segways (transitions points) of life. We are to show beauty to those who see themselves as ugly, we are to share the glory of God with those who cannot see His glory, and we are to give honor where honor is due to those who have lost their way. We are to be like “a young hart” (Strong’s #352, strong man, leader, chief, or mighty tree, terebinth) on the mountain full of strength, shelter, and life. Jesus went on in Matthew 23 and said, “Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within they are full of extortion and excess.” (Matthew 23:25) Sadly today in the church we do a great job in cleaning the outward parts of the touch not, taste not, handle not, but leave the inward parts where we are to handle, “the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith:” of our heart and life. My friend the lost are in the shadows go get them and bring them into the light of God. Written by David Stahl
Anyway back to Nigeria. Pastor Israel agreed to take us to Aveile. So Pastor Israel, his body guard, Mike, and I headed to Aveile about a five or six hour drive by minivan. About every 30 to 45 minutes we would get stopped by Nigerian soldiers or police (with AK-47s) to check our passport. One time we got stopped by some road workers who wanted to shake us down for some money, but Pastor Israel, his body guard, and Mike got into a verbal altercation that ended with some punches and Pastor Isreal promising to curse them. I was told to stay in the minivan no matter what I heard and saw. Well we made it to Aveile early evening and paid our respects to Chief Habeeb. It would have been a really big social and traditional mistake if we would not have stopped by to see Chief Habeeb before retiring for the night. After all we were staying in his town and sleeping in his government hotel. The next day we visited Chief Habeeb again. Now make no mistake he was in-charge. His words were life and death, our life and our death as he wished. Mike told him of my gift of the water wells, but he stood up and called his counsel of advisors into a side room. After about 30 minutes or so, he told Mike to thank me for the water wells, but they did not need more water wells, but a maternity clinic. Well I was floored I only had $5,000 with me. Then Chief Habeeb said, “you pray to your God and I will pray to mine and either your God or mine will make it happen if it is God’s will.” Well, today a beautiful maternity clinic (check out our website to see it) delivering 60-70 babies a month (our local hospital delivers around 80 babies a month), well stocked and equipped, giving hope to 100s of 1000s ladies in Aveile (and the surrounding area) from the heart and finances of a wise and Godly mother and dedicated, loving son for the glory of God. No greater love than for someone to lay their lives down for the Brethren. Now here is where the title of this article comes in. After we agreed to see what our God could do Chief Habeeb asked me what I wanted. Mike had already started to lean forward in the foxhole and prompted me to ask him if we could have a church service in the village. I asked and to my amazement Chief Habeeb said yes. Before I knew it we were making plans for an evangelistic service in a Muslim village, who would have thought it, God. The service stated at 6:30 pm and the sun was still up. Mike and others sang for about 1 or 1 ½ hours to raise interest in the service as the Nigerians were coming home from work. After all there were no advertisements, no radio or TV spots. No signs, banners, or handbills which are the biggest way to advertise such meetings. All we had was just permission and a desire to see God do something special in the lives of the people of Aveile. About 8:00 pm or so I climbed up the home made rickety platform they hurriedly made. With each step up the ladder it swayed back and forth until I stood behind the only light on the soccer field. I think every flying insect in Aveile stopped by to see what was happening. I spoke from Psalms 133, “Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!” (Psalms 133:1) As I began to speak and as the sun began to go down I noticed 100s of people standing in the shadows. You see they could not take the chance of being seen, if so they could be beat or even killed for attending the service. They had to hide in the shadows until the sun went down. And I thought, that is where the lost are, they are in the shadows. I finished my message (and survived the aerial attacks of the insects) and turned the service over to Pastor Isreal. Now Nigerians are emotional people. It was now late at night and the soccer ground was packed with people. Pastor Isreal took the microphone and had the people jumping. I have never seen someone more charismatic than Pastor Isreal, he went on for hours singing and preaching until he gave an alter call, 100s of people came forward to receive Jesus Christ. From the shadows maybe 400 people came forward. Pastor Isreal told them all to get in one straight line (believe it our not Africans are usually obedient, strong discipline teaches one obedience) because he wanted to pray for everyone who came forward. I asked if he wanted some help, but he said no I would slow him down with the need for translation. It would be best if I went back to the hotel where the guards are so, I departed the soccer grounds thanking God for the opportunity to share the Gospel message. What a night, what a trip. Little did I know what God had in store for the future of the people of Aveile and the surrounding area.
But my friend, those who do not know Jesus Christ as their personal savior are in the shadows on the fringes of life. They are not in the light of day, but on the edge where life matters the most. I wonder why we try so hard to paint the walls and groom the lawn trimming the building like a Christmas tree when the ones we are to go after in life are not too concerned about a building or the many programs we work so hard to regiment in every week. We spend so much time and money in putting life into a building and grounds that, like us, will decay and crumble away. Our focus must not be a building or a program, but those in the shadows. My friend a church building is nothing more than a coffin to bury our flesh in. I will let that sink in awhile. All those people in the shadows know is they need help and do not really know where they can go to get it. They like the shadows are transitory in life and we have a defined opportunity and time to draw them out. This was the point Solomon was making in chapter two of Song of Solomon, “My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. 17Until the day break, and the shadows (Strong’s #6751, transitoriness of life) flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.” (Song of Solomon 2:16-17) What Solomon was saying was, before the day breaks or life fleets away we are to be “like a roe” (Strong’s #6638, beauty, glory, and honor) for those in the between segways (transitions points) of life. We are to show beauty to those who see themselves as ugly, we are to share the glory of God with those who cannot see His glory, and we are to give honor where honor is due to those who have lost their way. We are to be like “a young hart” (Strong’s #352, strong man, leader, chief, or mighty tree, terebinth) on the mountain full of strength, shelter, and life. Jesus went on in Matthew 23 and said, “Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within they are full of extortion and excess.” (Matthew 23:25) Sadly today in the church we do a great job in cleaning the outward parts of the touch not, taste not, handle not, but leave the inward parts where we are to handle, “the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith:” of our heart and life. My friend the lost are in the shadows go get them and bring them into the light of God. Written by David Stahl