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people at the foot of the hills

作者: Gbenga Owa
日期: 17.10.2010
Category: 职场服事

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LIVING AT THE FOOT OF THE HILLS

            “We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and            homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the   greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of    poverty”. Mother Teressa 

The grassy mountain range of Mambilla Plateau drowsily sprawled out in undulating and majestic long rows south east of Taraba State. The mile post indicated that Jalingo was 25 km away. The wavy picturesque rocks clothed in green savanna vegetation with average 1800 meter high mountain tops faded into the clear blue sky. They stretch out romantically on the brinks of the north eastern borders of Nigeria with Cameroon.  I grew up in Jos, where hills are common sights, but never have I set my eyes on such sprawling beauty of nature. I wondered how much we lose as a nation to undeveloped tourist sites due to overdependence on oil.

 The driver of the two-door Toyota Corolla Sedan swiftly swerved dangerously to avoid a pothole momentarily dimming the excitement of this scenic wonder. He often would meander in frequent zig-zags across the deplorable road evading pot holes. I held my breath as I tightened my grip on the front door handle since there was no functional seat belt. The driver had earlier informed us that he had to remove the seat belt hook since the unpainted taxi customarily squeezes in two passengers on the front passenger seat, while four adults are sardine packed at the back. I then realized that we were like ‘executive missionaries’ since we paid extra to have the Car to ourselves for the two hour journey from Yola Airport to Jalingo.

My anxiety in this mission trip was for Mrs. Mary Aduwak, a senior public officer with the Federal Government of Nigeria and the only female in the team since we were headed for villages sandwiched between one of those mountains. I glanced back to the seat just to check. Her calmness assured me she is coping well with the rough ride. We had left Abuja that morning Friday the 11th June 2010 determined that we were going to join Missionaries in a remote, out of the world village called Kasakuru in Taraba State to worship with them and share in their afflictions of Christ. Dan Lar, a veteran in these type of trips assured me that there is nothing to worry about. In any case, whatever we will encounter is nothing compared to what the missionaries living in the rough terrains within these mountains experience daily. We arrived Jalingo at 4.30 pm to meet our host, Pastor Godfrey Nelson, Mission Director of CREMO ministry was already waiting for us at the taxi pack where the driver dropped us. We hugged and greeted warmly, grateful to the Lord we made it in one piece, he took us to a guest house where we spent the night.

Saturday morning, June 12, 2010, we were ready for the second phase of our trip into the interior; we hired a rugged looking Pickup truck with an open back that took us to the mission field. Dan, Nelson and I sat at the back. The ride was bumpy, with frequent shocks and jolts’ threatening to throw us off board as what you have is more of foot path widened by occasional use of trucks. Frequent floods have eroded the already dislodged earth surface. We drove hazardously across a river, bumped on stones, meandering between forests and farmlands, tore through muddy valleys that threatened to capsize the truck as we held tightly on the iron railings of the open truck. Local Fulani women selling fura de nunu (a greyish paste of God knows what and raw cow milk) watched while children waved, the truck ruthlessly tore relentlessly and deeply into the bush, closer to the mountains and away from civilization. It is like riding the path of time backwards into the dark ages with its attendant ignorance, away from all trappings of technology, into the arms of raw nature, animals, farmlands, brooks and streams, into the wilds occasionally interjected by clustered Hamlets.

关键词: missions, partnership, salvation community

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I agree with Mother Theresa when she expresses that true poverty is being unwanted, unloved, and uncared for.  We have a huge problem with this in our community today.  Our community is #1 in the state with unemployment, #1 or tied with #1 in having the highest teenage pregnacy rate in the state. We have over 200 high school kids that are homeless. We are among high drug and theft crimes.  She was also right when she said "we must start with our own homes."  Our church is truly focused now more than ever on making sure that our resources stay in our community to take care of some of this poverty. Our church is truly focused on our immediate church neighborhood.  Each one needs to reach one.  


19.11.2011
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Poverty is one living without Jesus Christ in their life.  That is true poverty.  Jesus came on the scene for us to deal with.  His life for our life that we may sup and be forever nourish.


19.04.2011

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