Today was the day that I taught on goal setting to the pastors at our Bible Institute. It was incredibly rewarding to hear them share some of the goals they were making for their lives, ministries and churches. Conditions are so bad here it is very easy for the Pastors to become “small thinkers” in regards to the possibilities that they have in their churches. My personal goal in teaching them is that they would dream some big dreams and not be afraid or intimidated  to go for their dreams. I was pretty sure a couple of them would come up with some reasonably aggressive growth goals, but I didn’t think they would be willing to share them for fear that the others would think they were crazy. But they all were amazingly bold and excited about doing something big for God. They just shared a little bit today, tomorrow the assignment of writing 12 goals is due and they are to read them in class. I can hardly wait to hear what they are going to share. Today they read their personal prayers of commitment that they are committed to praying every morning for the rest of their lives. It was so cool to hear them read commitments like, “I will love my wife like Jesus loves me”, “I will read my Bible everyday, everyday, everyday”, “I will pray for every person in my church every week”, “I will not get angry at anybody no matter what they do”, and on the list went. It was enough to get a non-emotional guy like me all choked up, and a bit misty eyed.

Monday through Friday is the day’s Grace Bible Institute has class for the pastors of the churches we have started. Today was the first day of class and it went very well. There is very little electricity in the country so we had a generator and ran wires and extension cords to laptops, projectors, fans and lights. It all worked super. We had class from 9 to noon and from 1 to 4 pm. Today I taught about leadership, how to earn the right to lead, and the goal of leadership in a local church. I also got started on goal setting and how goals give us the tools for becoming a visionary leader that people follow. It is fun to teach them because they are so hungry to learn, to grow personally, and have their churches grow. Pastor Brad Ils who pastors Turning Point in Turner, Oregon, one of our daughter churches, came on this trip with me and he is team teaching with me and it is making it so much easier on my voice, and he does a super good job teaching as well.  I gave all the pastors some homework tonight to write a personal prayer of commitment to the Lord that they can pray each morning. They will read them in class tomorrow so that should be very moving for me. It is humbling to think about how things have worked out over the years, doors God has opened up, and here I am in Africa teaching Pastors how to successfully reach the lost, lead their churches and grow. It is a great blessing to be used by God.

one of the things I do at home is ride my exercise bike an hour every day. It is the most important thing I do to keep my Parkinson’s Disease at bay. I notice a marked loss of mobility when I miss even a day of riding. I didn’t know what I was going to do on this trip to Africa for two weeks. I considered bringing my “under the desk” exercise bike I have at my office but I was sure it weighed more than 50 lbs so I decided just to forget it and see what happens. Right after we arrived here in Sierra Leone we came to the Newton dam sight where we have a fenced in compound with a number of small apartments, and we are staying here with the team we have here overseeing the work. As we were chatting and getting to know each other I was asked about the recent bicycle trip and one question led to another which led to my expressing concern about no exercise bike to which they replied, “there is one here in the storage shed and no one uses it so several hauled it down to our front porch and I rode it this morning for 30 minutes. Because of the temperature and humidity there was a lake of sweat under me when I finished. I am so thankful for that exercise bike. I am feeling good and I am feeling confident that my health won’t keep me from coming back again.

I am always bragging on all of the trips over here that I never get sick because of my dairy farming background, and last night I got sick and was up all night running to the bathroom. I have what the Africans call “runny belly”. Pastor Ben came to pick Brad and I up this morning to visit some more schools and churches, and I opted to stay behind close to a real toilet. At noon the African fellow, Julius, who is overseeing the Bible Institute here that I will be teaching in, and whose apartment Brad and I are staying in stopped by with a group of 4 pastors who lead churches in the area of different denominations. He has a Bible study with them each Saturday and they were just finishing. In the course of greeting each other one asked a question  that I answered which prompted another one which led into an hour long question and answer time that was very enjoyable for me in that they were all so hungry for wisdom and very teachable. We discovered that African pastors have the same problems that Amercan pastors do, they have a lot of pride and don’t want to be transparent for fear that someone might discover how weak they really are. Goal setting and accountability were new concepts but ones that they seemed to immediately be drawn to as they intuitively sensed the effectiveness to change and grow through this tool. My statement, “growing pastors have growing ministries” and “people may not know if we are growing, but God does, and He is the one who causes our ministries to grow or shrink”, really grabbed their attention, and caused some obvious conviction. I shared my goals with them and suggested that they each write 12 goals, 6 personal and 6 for their church and each Saturday when they get together they take a little time to report to each other, encourage each other and pray for each other to be good leaders. I think they are going to do it. I would write some more, but I have to run!

we slept in this morning until 9 am, which really wasn’t sleeping in because it was 2 am at home, but the sun was shining. We had pineapple and bananas along with fried eggs for breakfast. All the coffee in Sierra Leone is instant, which is really hard for a coffee connoisseur like me to take, but I didn’t complain, instant coffee is better than no coffee. I put two spoons of instant in instead of one and that helps a little bit. We drove around and visited schools today. Starting schools is probably the best thing we have done here. The kids have Bible lessons every day, memorize a bunch of Bible verses, and also learn a lot of Christian songs that they sing, as well as their regular education. When we show up they enjoy performing for us, singing songs, quoting Bible verses and quoting poems and other things they have composed. There is very little in the way of text books or writing material for the kids. Every class room has an old chalk board in the front and the teacher writes information on it and the kids recite it all together. They are all very well behaved even though they are crammed into class rooms like sardines sitting on wooden benches just inches apart. Probably one of the reason they are so good is that there is an adult patrolling the room carrying a little switch. Even though I have been here over 20 times the first day is still  very emotional for me as I observe all of the poverty and the general difficulty of life. I have so much more in Jefferson in the way of possessions and comfort, it isn’t even close. I renewed my bow to be very appreciative of everything I have and grumble about nothing, not even instant coffee.

About 24 hours of traveling and we are in Sierra Leone, West Africa. I was really worried about my Parkinson’s acting up on the airplane, but everything was fine. Slept a lot on the plane, read a lot, watched some cool movies, memorized a bunch of Bible verses, and chatted with Brad. I feel good and rested and ready to drive around the next couple of days visiting the churches and schools and pastors that we have started and then on Monday start the teaching that will go for 5 days for 8 hours each day at the Bible Institute that we have started.  I am excited about this ministry and the difference it is going to make in the quality of the churches and the number of churches we can start in the days ahead. I had a cold shower and have a fan blowing on me so I should sleep good.,my favorite thing to do over here is eat pineapple because it is so unbelievably tasty. I have already demolished a bunch of it. I usually get cancer sores in my mouth from eating so much. They have wifi here where we are staying so I should be able to blog every day about my adventures here.

In the last couple of years I have become a master at the art of “the short nap”. I scatter them systematically throughout the day. My naps are rarely more than 10 minutes, but they are incredibly reviving. It is kinda funny, a few years ago if somebody told me that they took Half a dozen 10 minute naps a day I would have considered them a wimp or lazy. Now  I consider myself wise. As I have discovered the power of frequent little naps I have also discovered the power of frequent times with God scattered throughout the day. Five minutes working on a Bible verse, and then a couple hours later a couple of minutes on my knees in prayer about a situation coming up in a few minutes, then quickly reading a chapter of the Bible, and then repeating the short little times of devotional times with God.

my Dad died of liver cancer 25 years ago, but it is amazing how much I think about him all through the course of every day. I am always remembering conversations, and statements, and even lectures and scoldings.  It doesn’t seem like 25 years ago that we were putting in hay and plowing and milking cows. My fondest memories of my Dad was after I had left the farm and started pastoring. He would stop and pick me up and we would drive down to Myrtle Creek, Oregon and drive out of town about 15 miles to a gold claim that he had. For about 5 days between Sunday’s when I had to be back to preach we would camp and run a gasoline dredge all day sucking up gravel and sand off the bottom of the little creek our claim was on. After several hours of that back breaking work we would empty the material in the riffles of the sleuth box  into a five gallon bucket. When the bucket was full we would pan the contents of the bucket for hours usually filling up,a small pill bottle with gold dust.  For that five day  period it was just Dad and I camping, eating, and mining and talking. I hope that I have had a lot of positive influence in the lives of our 8 kids.

have you ever done something really dumb? Then when you discovered what you did you laugh out loud because the  mistake is so rediculous. I bought a Mustang II Independent Front Suspension Kit for my 1949 Ford F-1 pickup along with rack and pinion steering. This is going to make it ride like a modern car!! I was following the installation instructions carefully. I even watched several You Tube videos that explained how to install the kit perfectly. The front cross member that everything bolts to gets a notch cut in the top so it fits around the frame of the pickup and then welded to it. I measured 4 times carefully to make sure to get the notch in the right place. I put the cutoff wheel on my grinder and carefully cut out the notch. I then slid the crossmember under my pickup to put it in place, and then realized that I had cut out the wrong side of the notch!! I couldn’t believe I had done such a dumb thing, and then I just busted laughing. Oh well, I have a friend who will weld the piece I cut off back on, and I can start over.

one of our goals when we raised our kids is that they would grow up to be tough. Part of the challenge of having a goal like that is you have to define what that means so you know how to make it happen and you can measure progress towards the goal. One part of the description of a tough person is that they don’t whine and complain when trials came into their life. Another aspect of being tough is that they wouldn’t simply endure hard times , but that they would conquer them. That means they would solve problems and fix things, that they would be pro-active. When a trial comes into the life of a tough person they are motivated to do something so that it doesn’t happen again.  Toughness starts with how we habitually think about events and citcumstances that’s come into our life. “Why me”, “Oh no, not again”, and any number of similar thoughts will make us a wimp. Tough people enjoy life because tough times are a challenge, a contest that they are determined to win.