Thursday & Friday: Bush Outreach

Our  ride  to  the  Bush  Outreach  was one I will never forget. We rode in the back of a large  truck with no seat belts, no seats, and a hole in the wooden floor where we could smell  the  gasoline  fumes  from  the  engine; it was amazing. When we arrived at what Heidi  Baker  calls,  “The  Bush  Bush,”  I  realized that I lost my sun glasses and my hat sometime during the bumpy ride.

The  first  thing  we did when we got to the village was set up our tents. While we were doing  that,  I  noticed that some of the village children were outside of their mud huts watching   tv;   that’s   right,   tv.   Some   of  the  people  who  lived  there  managed  to connect   a   live   power   line   to   a   large  tree  branch,  and  used  it  to  power  their television and dvd player. I guess everyone has a tv now a days.


After  it  started  getting  dark,  our  missionary team headed over to a remote location where  the  outreach  was  going  to  be  held.  During  Bush  Outreach,  Iris  Ministries plays a movie called, “The Jesus Movie.” After we arrived at the remote location, many people,  including myself, sat on the ground to watch The Jesus Movie. After the movie was  over,  Heidi  started  preaching.  During  her  preaching,  she  told   everyone  that Jesus is still alive, and just like in the movie, He still heals the sick.

Then,  Heidi  asked  all  of the missionaries to form a fire tunnel (where we line up on both  sides  allowing  people  to  pass  through  us)  so  that  we  can  all  pray  for, and bless  the  village  people  who need a touch of healing from God. That night, four deaf people  heard,  one  blind  man  saw,  many  people  that  had stomach problems were healed,  and  many  people  who  had  drinking  problems  could  no  longer  stand the smell   of   alcohol.   Later   in   the  night,  everyone  went  back  to  the  village  in  the Bush to eat dinner.

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From  what  I  had heard, the missionaries were going to be eating separately from the children to avoid a riot; that didn’t work out very well. That night we ate spaghetti and meatballs, and a piece of bread for dinner. After I finished eating, I decided to help the few  people  who  were  serving the children food. After about 10 minutes or so, a large group  of  children  started  surrounding  us,  putting  their  hands out waiting for us to serve them food.

Heidi  was  also  there  that night serving the children food, and I asked her, “Heidi! do you think  we  should  wash  the  plates  before we re-serve food to more children? She smiled, patted  me  on  the  shoulder,  then  said  “Don’t bother with that, just reuse the plates.” The truth is that there was no time to wash plates. Our goal was simply to serve the children, and recycle the plates when they were finished being used.

After  only  a  short  time  while  feeding  the  children,  they  started  to  get  rowdy and impatient.  The  children  started  getting  uncomfortably close to us, to the point where we  needed  to tell them to back off and start forming a line. As things with the children progressively  became  more  chaotic,  I  looked  at  Heidi,  and  she  was  starting to fall asleep. At this moment, I started to see the heart of God in her.

Whether  the  children  were  behaving  or  not,  Heidi  still  loved  them and desired to serve  them.  She  never  gave  up  on  them,  even  if  it meant that she was going to fall asleep  while serving them food. There must have been hundreds of children there that night,  and  eventually  it  got to the point where we decided to call it quits for the night, and feed the rest of the children in the morning.

The  following  morning,  all  of  the  missionaries went over to the same location as the night  before  to  eat  breakfast.  For  breakfast, we ate a giant piece of bread and jam; it was  delicious.  For  drinks,  Heidi  decided  to  serve  all  of  the missionaries Starbucks coffee and tea. When I got to the front of the line, I talked with Heidi for a bit.

First  and  foremost,  I  thanked  her  for  everything  she  was  doing  for all of us. Then Heidi   told   me   that   she   personally   goes   to   Starbucks,   which  is  nowhere  near Mozambique,  and  buys  coffee  for  all  of  the  missionaries  as  a  way for her to honor them. I am truly amazed by the size of Heidi’s heart.

After  breakfast,  one  of  the men who rode with me on the truck to our Bush Outreach walked up to me, and said he wanted to show me something. I followed him to his tent, and  he  showed  me  a  pair  on  sunglasses and a hat, and asked me if they belonged to me.   I  told  him,  “yes!”  It  was  amazing  to  me  that  in  the  middle  of  all  the  chaos traveling to Bush Outreach, that I did not lose anything, even when it didn’t appear that way initially.

After  this happened, our entire team blessed the village chief with gifts, then made our way back to the Iris Base. When we got back to the Iris Base, we all talked for a bit, then went   to  bed  early  because  the  next  day  was  going  to  be  our  final  day  in  Pemba, Mozambique.

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