Friday, June 29, 2007

A Rare Lake on the Plains



This lake was quite an attraction after all the oceans of green we'd driven through at this point. It was a windy day, which helped keep the bugs off. This lake is about 10 miles long stretching West, to the right behind us. We drove the north shore on the right, then headed south west toward the capital of Arhangai, Tsetserleg.
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A Roadside Rest Ger


We stopped for a piece of shade and a drink of tea this first day of our trip out west. These are friends and fellow travelers Maider, teacher Turoo, and Pieter and Dennis from left to right.
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Western Horses


On a a beautiful early morning during a recent trip into Western provinces by car we were passed by this huge herd of horses. Another resemblence of this country to ours of about 100 years ago. Even the roads out here remind you of what the poineers must have experienced when they went west in wagons where there were no roads. You can't imagine how nice blacktop seems after thousands of miles without it.
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After Church Summer Day


Hi there! We just got done playing outside in the dirt in our nice Sunday church clothes. Didn't we do a good job staying clean?
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Wednesday, June 13, 2007



House hunting this week in Bowlgun was revealing. Most places that were for sale were unfinished. Even this unfinished log home was not for sale. These workers promised they could build us another like it. But they didn't say they started this one last year. With only about a four month building season because of frozen ground, building a new house from the ground up doesn't seem plausible for us.
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Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Kindergarten Class

This picture was taken on the last day of Maggie and Lydia's kindergarten for the year with some of their friends from their class. Johanna popped in for the photo, but isn't an official member of the class, though she loved visiting whenever she could. That's Maggie and Lydia's teacher in the back.
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Down the Stretch

Here's Renee and I with our teachers, Turuu and Boya on a sunny last day of May. June will be our last month in formal language study!
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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Phone Call Me Drunk

The other day the phone rang. It seemed the person couldn't understand what I was saying, and I couldn't understand who they wanted to talk to. I wasn't suprised to find out they'd called the wrong number...When I was trying to explain that fact, the caller assessed the situation, saying: "I think this guy's drunk", and hung up!

Not perhaps the most shining review of my language or accent. But by her assessment I'm assuming she at least thought I was Mongolian. After all she didn't call me a drunk foreigner.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Thailand Vacation Highlight


Thankful for a gettaway to sunny Thailand, here Renee and Lydia enjoy life from atop an elephant.
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Exotic Kiss



This character kissed Renee while we posed with him for a family photo.
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Elephant Safari


Our recent vacation in Thailand gave us this chance to ride elephants.
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Under Sea Trip



On our recent vacation, Johanna and Renee stand in a tunnel that goes through a huge fish tank at an aquarium.
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Maggie Loves Flowers

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Monday, April 23, 2007

Worth a Walk...With a Cane

On Sunday, outside the church yard gate, was a man I recognized on his way to church. He carried a cane and walked slowly. I didn't recall his name but remembered being in his house a couple times. I'd not seen him in church before. Maybe the 1.5 kilometer walk with a cane and a limp was the reason why. At just over 50 years old, he was probably the oldest man in church. He strained his eyes to see the words in the hymnal, but sang the words he could. His hand plunged his portion into the offering basket as it passed.

As we left, he was seated in the chruch yard seemingly glad that he came, perhaps contemplating the walk back home. Reflecting on this older brother, I am reminded that our Lord is worth worshipping, worth a walk. Even with all human fraility, even with a limp, and carrying an outward sign of infermity, the Lord of all is worth a walk. So what's stopping people with lower hurdles or less distances to cross - from approaching the throne of Jesus?

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Long Time No Write

It's time to get something dow in the journal I guess.

The big news is that Renee's mom, sister and friend from Ohio were here for a two week visit. A good time was had by all I think. We didn't wear them out too much with seeing sights, as there just maybe aren't that many to see. But we had fun spending Easter together, and one night at a resort where guests sleep out in a Mongolian tent. Is was about 20 degrees and snowy outside, which was great. They give you a fire and wood inside your Ger, so you can keep warm, if you don't mind getting up in the night to stoke the fire.

Our new strategy for church growth is also developing. Several church members have begun new churches in houses of new believers. This territory is uncharted for most of us, and the enemy doesn't like it where souls are stolen away from his fire. But it was glorious to see five people receive the Christ's hope of heaven in a single week last month. Pray the momentum keeps up.

The girls are all healthy and school is coming along pretty well for Renee and Jeremy. There are days when it feels like we were designed to be here, like life makes more sense here. And there are still days when it doesn't. We thank God for friends, Mongolian and foreign. And we thank God that his people generously sacrifice some of what is given to them, so that we can have this front row seat to Christ's expanding Kingdom. We welcome your prayers to send God's Spirit ahead and beside us in the battle. We will also like to pray for you in your struggle too.

Friday, March 16, 2007


Here is Johanna admiring Maggie's birthday present, her new pink bike with "girl" written on it. A very shareable gift in our house.
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Mongolian Gospel Message

Есuс диваажинд одоо амьдарж аврагдсан хuмuuстээ мuнхийн сайхан амьдралыг бэлтэж байгаа. Тuuний итгэчид диваажинд ороно. яг одоо ч гэсэн ийм сайхан амьдралыг эхэлж болно.

This paragraph says that Jesus is now living in heaven where he is preparing a nice eternal place for those he has saved. Believers get to go. This nice and never-ending life can begin right now.

Thursday, March 15, 2007


Our oldest turned five years old last week. She had a nice time at her party with friends of all kinds, shapes, ages and sizes. And not a few presents! Happy Birthday Maggie!
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Life Lighter - Prayer

Prayer night was eye-opening. Just people sitting on a floor talking about what matters most to them. More than this, it is people supporting each other in ways that trancends the fragile bands that characterize so many relationships.

One of the things I've been celebrating these days about Mongolia is how unpretentious a people they are, albeit sometimes stoic, but definately not an over-polite people.

So here comes a young man wanting to be prayed for, sits in a circle of 20 of his peers. A few of them put their hands on him and speak words of strenth, power, victory into his life. He believes but desperately needs help overcoming a destructive habit. The room comes alive with words of love and strenth. Eyes are closed, hearts and spirits are opened and changed, for only a minute, or perhaps for eternity.

Before going home, everyone stands and with eyes open, holds out their hand so someone across the circle, speaking words to the One who alone can change the heart. Hugs and heartfelt goodbyes indicate a warmth that no windy dark March night can cool. This is life in the light, one that runs on fuel that is free for the asking.

Shamanism as I Know It So Far

Early this month I visited for the first time in Mongolia a Buddhist Temple, which is probably still considered the country’s official if not predominant religion. Though Shamanism may be considered a more indigenously Mongolian spiritual expression, it is less defined and not considered religion at all by some. To my knowledge there are no temples to visit. This may explain why all I know of Shamanism is what I’ve heard people say and read in books. I’ve never seen a séance or spoken with a Shaman, yet.

Boo, the Mongolian word for a Shaman, right off can seem a little scary to an English speaker. Mongolians, when asked of this mysterious indigenous spirituality, don’t want to classify it as a religion. Christians may perhaps be afraid to speak or know too much about it, or just don’t know much about it, but seem to say it’s not really a religion. Another non-Christian also characterized Shamanism as not a religion, but more of a gathering of good energy from nature like mountains, rivers and lakes.

He particularly described an event in his life where he was prescribed a spiritual pilgrimage to solve a problem in his high school years. His mother visited a Buddhist monk, and the monk said he needed to go to the mountain three early mornings in a row. He was given specific words to say in prayer. And whether his bad energy was really replaced by good energy, he wasn’t really certain. But the problem that he had faced was taken care of, though he is careful to say, it may have just been a coincidence, or a psychological benefit of believing the problem would be solved, and so it was. It seemed that in this Mongolian’s mind, this was a kind of a Shamanistic prescription, even though it was advised by a monk, perhaps because it involved appealing to nature for power.

Other people tell stories about bad energy, or illnesses, that bring Mongolians to seek a spiritual solution from a Shaman. It seems word of mouth is the means by which the Shaman is located and chosen. Some that have good results get better word of mouth reviews, and more visitors. I heard of a somewhat famous Shaman coming to Darhan from Ulaanbaatar. People were going out to the top of a mountain near a forest to seek spiritual solutions to their problems, because they heard other people were getting what they asked for. Gifts given to the Shaman for services rendered began to grow in value as the news of their spiritual power spread.

In books I’ve read accounts of visitors entering a Ger, or Teepee type dwelling, and the Shaman comes out in an ornate or tattered costume, with a mask and not a little peculiarity. It seems the accounts I read more often are those of old women, who read fortunes from bones, consult the dead, go into a trance, or otherwise try to intervene on behalf of the person who has come for their services. But this image of a kind of poor smoke and mirrors astrologist-fortune-teller can’t be the whole picture.

Other books describe the father of Mongolia, Chingis Khan himself as a great Shaman. Before setting off on his history-altering mission to unite the Mongol tribes and conquer most of Eurasia, he left hundreds of his followers, who were convened in a huge congress awaiting his decision, three whole days in a row. Where did he go? He went up the Bogd Khan Mountain to seek direction. From this mountain he received what his marching orders and power to do what no one before him or since has been able to do.

Whether Chingis Khan considered this act religious or just a simple spiritual transaction is not known. We do know that with all his faults, he was known for his great tolerance of world religions. Reciprocally, I hope Christians can learn more about the spiritual hunger that Shamanism meets. I hope this tradition is not demonized by missionaries, but studied to discover how Christ might choose to enter an existing indigenous spiritual dimension in the Mongolian identity. Could God use His power to meet natural needs of people, and grant them the hope of Heaven as even an unsought bonus to temporal needs? Would Jesus accept a Christian spirituality where people only came to church when they needed healing or other intervention, as they do with Shamanism? I don’t yet know.