Monday, July 8, 2013


Lying on my desk is a paper weight that was a gift from the Bible Baptist Church of Fairbanks, Alaska.  Written on the paper weight is the question, “Is somebody somewhere waiting for you?”  There are times when the burden of the ministry weighs heavily upon me, discouragement and doubt come; moments when I am missing my friends, family and children.  There are times when I ask myself the question, “Does all of this effort, really make a difference?” During those times my gaze will often fall upon that paper weight, and I am reminded and encouraged to remember that there is a reason God has called us here.

As a believer there are moments in life where you realize, without a doubt, that this is a “God” moment.  Things happen that you know are happening not because of you, but because of God.  On my recently concluded trip to DR Congo, I had one of those moments that will be with me until the day I die.

Pastor Oloo, Pastor Kambi, Pastor Musonga, and I got on a boat at the port in Uvira on Wednesday morning to begin our journey to the village of Kazimia.  I had prepared myself for a hard trip but, if I would have known in advance how difficult the trip would be I WOULD NOT HAVE GONE.  

The boat before it got crowded!
There were nearly 300 people packed on a boat that, under normal circumstances would hold only 50 people.  For two days and two nights we traveled on a boat that had NO TOILET, no food, no covering, and no room to sit.  There was barely room to rest in a squatting position, when your legs cramped you could stand. (Then your room to squat disappeared among the mass of people and you had to fight to get it back.)  I have never been in such discomfort and pain in my life.

The boat after it got crowded

When we finally arrived in Kazimia on Friday morning my only thoughts were, “NEVER AGAIN”!  I could not imagine anything worth going through that torture again.   We were met at the port by the pastor and a group of men.  We had a walk of nearly one hour to the pastor’s house.  I did not want to walk, I did not want to do anything but lie down, sleep, and try to recover from that torturous trip.  Shortly after we began the walk, we were overtaken by government officials demanding that we go to their office.  They wanted to see our documents to ensure everything was legal.  Of course what they really wanted was a bribe.  At that moment we were not in much of a “friendly” mood and kind of rejected the “offer” to visit their office.  They confiscated our passports so that we would visit them before we left, because they knew we would not leave without our passports.

About an hour, later we reached the pastor’s house.  We fell into our seats at the table, having finally reached our destination. My thoughts were, “Get me out of this place, I want to go home, never again, and nothing can be worth this.”  I was sitting there miserable, having a pity party because I had gone to a level of physical discomfort that I never again wanted to reach.

At that moment, the pastor walked in the house followed by a group of fifteen men.  They squeezed around the table, looked at us without saying a word, and began singing in Swahili that famous mission’s song, “Send the Light.”  In all of my days, I have never heard such a beautiful rendition of that song; it was as if a choir of angels began to sing.  As I listened to the words of that song, I heard them in a way that I had never before.  The words took on a meaning of reality that I had never before experienced.  While they were singing, the Holy Spirit took out a chisel and began to work on my hard heart.  By the time they reached the last verse and began singing the words, “Let us not grow weary in the work of love,” I had all that I could take, my heart began to weep and tears began to flow.  How could I have been so callous to the needs of these people?  How could I trade my comfort for the work of the Great Commission?  I glanced over at pastor Oloo and saw that he was also wiping the tears from his eyes.  I had not known but he also had been having the same thoughts that I had.  God used the song to set our thinking right.

The men who sang to us along with Pastor Oloo, Kambi and Musonga
Later, we were told their story - and what a story of faith it was!  The story of Congo over the last 50 years is of war, genocide, and tragedy beyond imagine.  In the midst of this, the work of the Gospel has gone forward.  At times, missionaries would try to enter the country and on a few occasions they were able to stay for a few years, before the violence would force them to leave.  During such an occasion, in 1970 the Bob Williams family was living in the Eastern Congo town of Kalemie.  There he met a young man named Nguo Moja and led him to the Lord.  Brother Nguo Moja immediately began showing a zeal for the Word and was called to preach.  He began to receive some training, but unfortunately trouble came and his training was cut short.

The missionaries were now gone, again, and brother Nguo Moja went to his home village to live and start a church.  He did not know as much as he should, but he knew he was saved, he was a Baptist and he believed the Bible.  Besides his Bible, he had a few doctrinal books to guide him.  He served the Lord the best he knew.  One thing he knew was that he must “Send the Light”.  He started other churches in surrounding villages, taught what he had learned, and served God to the best of his ability. 

Brother Nguo Moja died two years ago.  As I stood next to his grave, I had the privilege of meeting his widow and sons.  As I spoke with her, I was moved by her love for the Lord and the Lord’s work.  She told me about her husband and the desire of his heart to see the Gospel proclaimed.  As I fellowshipped with his family, and heard his story, I realized that Nguo Moja was a hero of the faith.   What a man of God who did so much with so little!

Grave of Pastor Nguo Moja
Wife and children of Pastor Nguo Moja

Brother Nguo Moja’s assistant pastor is now the pastor of the church.  Pastor Shabani shared with us shortly after the church began in 1972, they began to pray individually and also as a church that God would send someone to properly teach and train them.  They realized they were lacking some knowledge and desperately wanted to know the Bible.  Since 1972, they had never stopped praying for God to send someone.  Wars came and went, and with it the accompanying tragedies, but they remained faithful in their service and prayers.  

The church in Kazimia
Preaching to the church in Kazimia

Sometime last year, one of their members was visiting Uvira and saw the Bible Baptist Church of Uvira.  Enquiries were made and word went back to Kazimia that there were some Baptists from Kenya, in Uvira, teaching the Bible.  Pastor Shabani made the long trip to Uvira and invited us to come and visit.  We told him we would pray about it.  He came once again and invited us, and we again said we would continue to pray.  When he came a third time, he asked if we were praying and we told him we had and would go. 

Pastor Shabani

Before leaving to travel back to Uvira, Pastor Shabani looked at us and said, “We have waited for you since 1972. Since 1972, we have never had someone come to teach us, you are the first.  We have prayed and God answered our prayers.  Thank you for finally coming!”

As I sit here in my office writing this report, my eyes again stray to that paper weight and its words, “Is somebody somewhere waiting for you?” 


  1. Thank you, dear brother! My husband and I needed this! He gets your emails and sent it on to me.

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  3. Thank you Brother! I remember what that was like; to hunger and thirst for righteousness, then, after four years to finally have a readable Bible. I read it more than 5 times that first year alone. I remember the longing for fellowship of other believers and not see another human than my mom and dad for three to six months at a time. I would often only see my parents once a week and not make it to town sometimes for a year or more. And when I was there, in town, I was like a foreigner, no one knew me; I knew no one; I dressed poorly and acted strange to them and was as an outcast more often than not. I spent a night with my sister and went to church with her for the first time in 10 years; I was so excited I drove people off by my prying and enthusiasm; some confessed later they thought I was high on drugs or drunk or something; the pastor even asked my sister if there was something wrong. Longing and praying by kerosene lamps I would read until I could not see. I only had an am car radio that would skip off the mountains at night and stay on station for no more than 10 or 15 minutes at a time; it would then take 45 minutes or more if at all to find another Bible program or Christian music of any kind. The only religious visiters I ever had were cults; I would talk with them as friends, thankfully I was not fooled as the scriptures kept my mind and heart. Had a man from town bring his wife with him to hunt, she asked:"Are you a beleiver?" Yes! I eagerly replied. She then asked: "Where do you go to church as every christian should?" At first I wanted to cry, then I explained that no one would drive the 40 plus miles one way to pick me up. She never said another word. They never came back. I had forgotten that sorrow, those desparate years in the wilderness of the Cascade Mountains of Oregon; powerless, longing to understand, to know more. But I remember now! How those memories again flood my mind; they break my heart and make me ashamed. How much more these have endured. I pledge my prayers anew.

  4. DEar Robert,
    Reading your visit to the Congo, I could not stop the tears.
    I knew the love of your God would not stop you, even to the extreme pain that you went thru. But our new pastor gave a message - if you or someone you know is having hard times, don't know how you will get thru, take them by the hand and walk them thru he Garden of Gethsemane. We never go thru the pain thsy Jesus went thru on His way to the cross.
    O the glorious crowns await you in heaven. I praise God for sending you to the Regions Beyond and telling about our
    wonderful God who can do miracles beyond our expectations
    Love you, Wendy and kids.

  5. Dear Bro. Mickey,

    How thankful I/we am/are for your post about this trip! What an encouragement to my/our soul and spirit! Very opportune. I/we really needed this as you do not have any idea.

    Oh, how human we are, Brother Mickey! We are nothing without our Lord Jesus Christ. We all fail when we put our eyes on something else, or someone else, or ourselves. May our Lord forgive us and help us.

    With tears in my eyes, I thank God for your life, for your courage to stay in that area of the world. I also thank our Lord for teaching you new lessons through this trip to DR Congo:

    "Only be thou strong and very courageous, that thou mayest observe to do according to all the law, which Moses my servant commanded thee: turn not from it to the right hand or to the left, that thou mayest prosper withersoever thou goest.
    This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success.
    Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest." Joshua 1:7-9

    I was born in 1972, 41 years old, the same 41 years that these people were praying for someone to come to teach them more about the Lord and the Bible to their place. This encourages me to keep praying for the impossibles, humanly speaking.

    When I think of Moses of the Bible, your name always comes to my heart and pray for you.

    My family and I always keep you in our prayers. We miss you and your family. We miss hearing the powerful preaching our Lord delivers through you, but we are so thankful for all the people being blessed and empowered through your faithfulness to our Lord.

    1 Cor 15:58 "Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord."

    Rom 10:15 "And how shall they preach, except they be sent? as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!"

    Our best regards for you and your precious family. We love you in our Precious Redeemer,our Lord Jesus Christ.

    The Durcik Mejia Family
    (Lolita typing)

  6. Brother Mickey, thank you for sharing your heart and ministry! What an encouragement!

    Brother, you will remember my health is not good. It has actually gotten worse, and it is very easy to be discouraged and feel like quitting.

    As I read your update, I find myself weeping and confessing to God that all that I am complaining about being sick, when so many lost people are going to eternity lost.

    Pray for us here in our comfortable western world, brother, and we will continue to pray for you.

    God bless,

    Bro. Dave