PRAYER LETTER NO.66

Tuesday, 30 March 2010 00:00

www.greatlakesoutreach.org Dear Team,  Greetings from Burundi! GLO is hosting a team from Sheffield right now and last night I invited Theo to come and share his story with us of what happened in the Burundian bloodbath of 1993. It was incredible. A book is being written on his life, so below are just a few snapshots and some challenges he drew out of them. Keep reading, it's well worth it: At the end of 1993, tens of thousands of Burundians were being murdered on both sides of the tribal divide as genocide kicked in following the assassination of the Hutu President. As a Hutu, Theo had to flee, or otherwise he would be killed by the other tribe, the Tutsi. He walked several hundred miles through the bush into Tanzania. On the way he had a number of extraordinary escapes. At one stage he was taken by a blood-crazed gang of Hutus, who insisted he and his five friends killed some Tutsis to prove they were Hutus. Theo was the leader of the Christian Union at school, and the other five looked to him. The choice was basically to kill or be killed. He chose to be killed. He was forced to lie down on the floor, where he prayed a feeble prayer of resignation, and waited for the machete to land on his neck. But suddenly a military helicopter flew overhead and everyone dispersed in different directions, and so Theo and his friends continued their journey. Further on, as they crossed a tarmac road, a military tank spotted them and sprayed them with bullets. As they fled, many were mown down, but again they survived and continued making their way through the bush, until later they found themselves surrounded by a Tutsi mob. Their end had come. There was no escape. But then suddenly a Tutsi girl he had helped in maths at school years before ran up to him and jumped in his arms. "If you want to kill him, you'll have to kill me first!" Her brother was influential in the army, so the murderers let him go. Once in Tanzania, thousands of Hutu refugees were dying of dysentery. Theo lay down to die, questioning why God would have spared him so much only for him to die now without even having had the opportunity to testify to God's glory. Suddenly a white man drove up in a truck, lugged him and a few others in, and took them to a hospital. One of them died along the way. Theo was given medicine before being dumped back in the bush. That was enough to save him. Then later on a female Swiss doctor found him and gave him a job, training him up as a nurse. As the refugee camps became more established, all young men were being forced to join the rebel Hutu movement, but Theo didn't want to, so he fled to Kenya. He was caught by the Kenyan authorities and was going to be deported, when a mystery woman (most likely a prostitute from her manner) for whatever reason came to their aid, going to the immigration officer who was about to sentence them to deportation and imprisonment, and arranging for him to release them. They were whisked off to the judge's house, given clothes, food, a chance to wash, and false Tanzanian papers enabling them to get into Kenya and apply for asylum. The remarkable journey continued as a missionary he hardly knew sent off an email on their behalf, and Theo was able to go to Bible college, first in Kenya, and then at allnations (where we studied together) in England. He is now an influential and gifted leader in Burundi, passionately reaching out to the most marginalised and destitute, more particularly those suffering with AIDS. That concise summary doesn't do justice to the whole story. When the book comes out, I'll get the details to you. In any case, Theo raised some issues from his experiences which profoundly challenge me: 1. He said that God's faithfulness does not depend on man's faithfulness. As he lay there waiting to have his head chopped off, he said his prayer was utterly faithless. But God in his grace had mercy. 2. He had a wholly inadequate grasp of what constitutes salvation. He'd been taught that you come to Jesus to be saved from hellfire and to get a ticket to heaven. But he wasn't equipped to live on earth. We don't just believe in life after death, but life to the full before death, and a fuller understanding of salvation equips us to engage on both levels more effectively. 3. There was the time when he was languishing in the Tanzanian refugee camp. He was angry at everyone – the other tribe for killing his tribesmen, the international community for not helping them fast enough, the manipulation of politicians etc. People were dying all around him, and his greatest anger was directed at the Church. "Where is the Church?" he asked. Islam grew so fast in the refugee camps because Muslims were there, providing the emergency relief and sharing their things, whilst the Tanzanian churches stayed away. Many converted to Islam, purely because they said: "The Muslims are the ones who love us." However, as his anger boiled over at God, he heard the Lord reply: "YOU are the Church!" And with that understanding, he got his hands dirty, mucked in, and shone as a beacon of light in the darkness to counteract the advance of Islam and all the evils being perpetrated in the camps. 4. He said: "Don't ever underestimate small acts of kindness." – the bits of food people gave him, the medicine, the mystery prostitute or white man in the truck, the email sent to a faraway Bible college. Sometimes looking at Africa the problems can seem so overwhelming that we resist getting involved, but his story included lots of crucial little acts of kindness and intervention that kept him alive and led to him now being able to fulfil God's destiny and make a big impact on his nation. 5. His legitimate and deep-seated prejudice against Tutsi was profoundly rocked by that young lady risking her life to save his. She was prepared to die for him. No longer could he lump all Tutsis together as evil people. There were good and bad amongst both Hutu and Tutsi. I was humbled. I hope in some way you are too, and challenged. So, following on from above, maybe we can learn some key life lessons: 1. God's faithfulness doesn't depend on my faithfulness. Thank God for that! Choose to live a life oozing grace and gratitude for his intervention in your on-going journey. 2. A full view of salvation includes both before and after death. Is my view defective or imbalanced? The stakes are high so I want to give my all to seeing people saved for eternity but also so that they fully engage in this life too. 3. When I'm tempted to get angry, despairing or frustrated about the Church – when I next rubbish or disparage Her – may I stop seeing the problem 'out there' and instead hear God's rallying cry: "YOU are the Church!" 4. What small acts of kindness can I do today, which under God's sovereign hand could lead to beautiful fruit in the future? 5. For me, my prejudices aren't so much towards Hutu or Tutsi. But I most certainly have them. We all do. And as followers of an immigrant, a refugee, an outsider, we Christians have ironically had a very mixed track record in this area. So what is my attitude and how am I actively engaged in helping the foreigner, the outsider, the immigrant, the alien, the marginalized? Or is following Jesus about being a cosseted member in the safety of the in-crowd? It's worth thinking about... God bless you all. Keep praying for Burundi. Elections are coming up in the next few months and these remain critical times. GLO partners are doing a fabulous job as I have been evaluating over the last week. It's a wonderful privilege to be involved in this work, and I thank you all for joining us. Keep firing! Simon Guillebaud Great Lakes Outreach www.greatlakesoutreach.org