Bishop
Ken In Pakistan
December 22, 2009 to
February 2, 2010
I will be writing this
journal and posting during my trip.
August 2008
This journal is from the 1st
to the 31st of August 2008
I have just read what I have
written below and I am rambling a lot but I am writing as I think of each part
so forgive and I hope enjoy my ramble.The Internet here is very slow
so I am spacing out my emails
The British left Pakistan in
1947 and the road networks, railroad crossings, bridges are still in place with
a lot of rust.The major highways between
cities are in extreme decay and there are places where the ruts are so deep
only very skilled drivers can get you through.
I preached in a village last
night and it was to me like being in the past while walking through the narrow
alleyways. The path itself is all brick raised up high enough in the center to
allow sewer runoff on both sides. I could have been in Bethlehem in the year Jesus was born.
Before going to the church we went to a house in the village to wait for the
electric to come on, Pakistan
lives with rolling blackouts getting about 16 hours of electric in every 24
hours.
To describe the home we were
sitting in there is one room with doors and roof this is the formal living
room. The kitchen (wood burning stove) has a roof and three walls; it opens
into the large sleeping area which has a brick wall fencing it from the outside
path with a metal door to access the path and no roof. They sleep out in the
open. Yes an indoor bathroom, the privy is a ceramic trough there is also a
bucket of fresh water and soap to wash your hands. The water comes from a hand
pump well. There is also in most villages’ water supplied by the government
that is stored in water towers and gravity feed to the village houses (they
drink this you cannot).
The only building material
is brick which is made locally to every city and village. The cities, roads and
buildings are a patchwork quilt of repair and decay with a handful of very
modern buildings in between. On the highway to the city we were driving past a
very poor village and just outside this village is a brand new Honda motorbike
dealership in all glass totally modern building, nothing could have looked more
out of place. I have not as yet seen a motorcycle on the roads here. All I have
seen are motorbikes and the most common is the 70 cc which is an amazingly fuel
efficient machine.
Speaking of motorbikes I
have an escort of three automatic rifle carrying police officers riding on two
motorbikes who escort me everywhere I go. Bishop Rehmat has obtained
a VIP status for me.
I am staying in Bishop Rehmat's house for my visit. His is
a typical middle class Pakistan
house, it is walled in with large metal doors in the front and side gates.
Jonathans house is larger than most, the church building and office are inside
the walls. The walls are made of rebar reinforced concrete. The majority of Pakistan people
are working class poor who live in all brick houses. There is no welfare system
and your family is the only safety net.
While driving through the
cities the effect on your senses is that you are in an Indiana Jones chase
scene. To start with Pakistan
came from the British Empire and all the
vehicles drive on the left side of the road. In your vehicle you are moving
through a controlled mayhem that has a sense of rhythm to it. There are people,
trucks, cars, buses, bicycles, motorbikes, horse drawn carts (lots of these)
and finally a three wheeled little taxi made up of the front of a motorbike and
the rear is like a rickshaw that seats three in the back facing the on coming
traffic and three seats in the front facing the driver who has his seat on the
motorbike part. Now ALL of these are on the road all at the same time weaving
past one another. You have to learn to stop holding your breath and relax and
go with the flow or you will die of asphyxiation before you get to your
destination.
I have preached in two
churches now, the subject is the prayer altars. I have spent hours talking
about the prayer altars with the translator pastors and then the pastors near
Jonathan's house. One of the pastors on the second day of talks just lit up,
sat straight up in his seat and stated "the prayer altar is the foundation
of relationship with God for the people" revelation knowledge he got it.
Last night as usual we waited for the electric to come on before we could start
services. We then started services and we were suppose to have several hours of
electric before it was scheduled to turn off again. First we had wonderful
praise then several local Bishops prayed then I was invited to speak. I spoke
about 15 minutes and bang the electric went out earlier than scheduled. I got
made and thanks be to God my interpreter was Jonathan who has a strong voice so
I took my little flashlight out of my pocket and kept preaching. I was speaking
about Gods love of his people as part of my purpose of the prayer altar and
spoke of the Hasid of God when suddenly the power came back on, lights speaker
system all on again. I raised my hand a said that this is the Hasid of God. Now
you could feel the anointing flowing across the room. At the end of my talk I
asked how many were willing to commit to putting a prayer altar in their homes
and bless God every one in the room stood up. After much praising the Lord I
blessed them and the next second the power went out. I just stood there for a
moment we had beaten the devil, we had finished the night to the very last
second.
I am at the village number
three on my circuit. If the first village I described was Bethlehem
this village was Nazareth
in the same time era as Jesus. I really experience a time travel feeling as I
walk through the narrow streets. The brick homes here are most likely no more
than sixty to eighty years old. It is the design of the whole village with
narrow walkways between the buildings. The entrance to each house is a door
built into the continuous brick wall which has 15 houses on each side. Once you
enter in to a walkway you are in a labyrinth of walls with doors on both sides.
The actual walkway is made of brick laid in designs and is about 30 inches
wide. The walkway does not go from wall to wall, on each side of the walkway is
narrow little ditch about 4 inches. This carries the rainwater out of the
village. Eventually the brick walkway takes us to the house where we will wait
until church starts. The house is walled in completely as are all houses in Pakistan. As I
have stated in the villages the walls, the buildings are all made of brick. On
the inside of the house the inner walls are exposed brick. They do hang
pictures and decorations of all kinds on the interior walls, so far none of the
inside brick walls were painted.
This house is enclosed with
a brick wall with a small gate to enter the yard. On average these walls are
eight feet high. You step over a open gutter on to a small earth ledge and
ducking your head step through the doorway into the yard. Inside the courtyard
there are two small trees about ten feet from each other. The courtyard which
is about 30 feet long and ends at a roof covered room that has no wall facing
the courtyard. The floor of the courtyard is brick laid in intricate patterns.
The brick in the courtyard floor is partly revealed and in some places is
submerged completely into the mud.
The kitchen is hidden behind
a curtain make of many colors. Cooking is done with propane, wood or cow dung
that has been dried in the sun. After the service we return to this house for
rice, chicken, chickpeas and lentils. It is very obvious the people live very
close to the earth. There are no computers; in one village I made a comment
about email and there was no response they did not know what I was talking
about. As they serve dinner they fill your plates with food, every empty
serving plate comes back heaped up with food. You have to tell them enough, you
are filled and have no more room.
At every church one of the
elders or the pastor feeds us a dinner after the service. This meal is a
essential social protocol for visiting pastors and evangelists. Keep in mind no
services are held in the sun, it would bake the listeners. So the meal after
services starts about 10:30 to 11 at night.
All the outdoor church
services are in the evening none start before eight pm. We have had two earlier
in the day and both were in tents. I have personally spent very little time
outdoors. I am in a car or building all day long.
The heat is grueling in the
summer. It has been ranging between 127 to 133 degrees daily. The other
part is the humidity is often very high. The men of Pakistan all carry washcloths in
their pockets to wipe their faces with. I keep a box of tissue with me all the
time. Although the roads leading to each village is lined with rice fields and
it is green as far as you can see as soon as you enter the villages there is
not a shred of green. All is dry baked mud and dust. The dust gets so bad that
the vendors will hose down the area in front of their shop to keep the dust
down. Despite the wretched condition of the roads through the villages the
traffic comes in a relentless stream of vehicles. Lumbering trucks, buses
filled with paying riders inside and non paying riders on the top, cars,
people, motorbikes, dogs at times the dust just sits in the air. In spite of
the surrounding greenery of the countryside the overall feeling in the villages
and cities is that this is a dry and thirsty land. It certainly is a land where
poverty has a powerful grip.
Bishop Jonathan's
driver/body guard has decided to care for me in every way he can. He has a
large unkempt beard and looks as wild as he is. He is a good driver but so
aggressive that Bishop Jonathan has to slow him down. When ever we go out to
preach (which is every day and most nights) he stops at a market place and
gets me a bottle of cold water he knows I drink only bottled water. When I am
on the speaker's platform he will rarely listen, instead he will wander off to
smoke his cigarette and chat with one of the police officers outside. Before he
goes however, he does one last check on the table in front of me. Last night he
saw there was no box of tissues on the table and in a few minutes time he went
a found a box and signaled one of the Pastors to come get it for me. The man
carries an automatic rifle with him everywhere we go and in spite of the police
officers assigned to me, when we are outside the church he is glued to me.
I have traveled back and
fourth between several of the larger cities in Pakistan
and have come to see that Pakistan
is a nation of villages. As soon as you leave the city you are surrounded on
both sides with rice paddies. Rice is the main ingredient of every meal here. As you travel you see villages one after another
back off the highway. At some point some of the roads travel thru a village and
that is always a total mess. As I have stated the roads are very bad in some
places when they go thru villages the road surface is totally gone. Any rain at
all and the ruts fill with water and in one village the other day we were stuck
for 20 minutes behind several large trucks and buses, we prayed and worshiped
our way thru. Even when we were out I could not see how we made it, it had to
be angels who moved the trucks and buses in front of us so we could get on our
way.
The commerce here is along
the roadways and highways. Vendors of every kind line the roads with their
goods. One to the hottest items here are cell phones. Everyone has a cell
phone. In villages you see men in the poorest of clothing talking on a cell
phone. They are ridiculously cheap; you can call family and friends in America and
talk for ten minutes for twenty-five cents. The vendors work in groups,
those who sell cell phones there are three to four clustered together, textiles
are mostly centered around the city of Faisalabad.
There I counted 45 vendors on one side of the road and quit counting at 28 on
the opposite side of the road. The same with shoes vendors (bought a pair of
all leather dress shoes for $25 US), pots and pans, electronics etc, even soft
ice cream stores were at least two to a location. You go from store to store to
get the best deal.
Here when you buy a suit you
first visit a vendor that sells you the cloth. For a suit you purchase three
and half yards of cloth which you then take to a tailor who measures you and
makes the suit. Amazingly tailors make suits, they do not sell or stock any
cloth, they sew and that is that.
It is I think appropriate
that the rivers of Pakistan
have no seagulls. Soaring over the rivers of Pakistan are Fishing Hawks. They
are quite large and although they are skilled fishers they are also open to
anything along the river banks that strays to far into the open.
Marie asked me to tell you
more about the response of the churches to my teaching. I have learned from
giving the same sermon seven days in a row that they love story tellers. So I
have centered up on the story of Fiji Island Nation how the people prayed and
repented of the evil in the land and how God turned the completely barren land
of the Fijis
into a tropical paradise. I have no trouble holding their attention, they
clearly identify with the curse on the land and the story gives them hope.
As you face your audience
the men all sit on your left side and the women on your right.
The little children gather
in the front of the adults, most of them on the women's side
As I am talking I face the
men and speak mainly to them. I begin early in my talk to identify them as the
priest of their house and how important that is to God that each man walks in
that office. I glance at the women now and then and they are all smiles they
love what I am saying to the men.
I tell them that it is the
will of God to remove the curse from their village. I am clear and repeat
several times that God will bring peace between the Moslem man and the
Christian man. The strongman is your enemy not the Moslem man. Break the curse
on the land and the Moslem man will lose what ever anger he had and a deep
peace from God will fill the place. (at this point I have everybody's
attention) I then go on to repeat that God wants the church to take the land. I
show in the Bible that when God created Adam his first assignment was to take
dominion. Now you are to take dominion on this village BUT: (long pause) you must
first take dominion of your own home.
Now we push into the
argument, if you do not take dominion over your own house you will never take
dominion of this village. The logic is not lost on them they recognize they
must place and Altar of Prayer in their houses.
I am not giving you the
whole sermon, I will write it out when I get home the point is the men become
the driving force and you can see constant nods of agreement as you are
speaking to them.
I end each sermon asking for
a commitment to place an Altar of Prayer in their home by standing up. As the
men get up I point and say loudly Hallelujah, in seconds every man and woman in
the place is on their feet. I then hand my mike to Jonathan and move into the
center of the people bellowing Hallelujah at the top of my lungs and they
respond
back as loud as I am with
huge smiles on their faces. I then turn to Jon and bellow "GOD IS IN THIS
PLACE" which Jon in turn translates over the loud speaker at the top of
his lungs. After the service many men come forward to reinforce to me their
commitment and how glad they are that I came from America to their village.
I follow this with a
benediction and give it to the Pastor.
Tuesday morning about 7 AM.
Hawks circle high above the
roof tops of the city. Looking for what? What ever they are eating they are
finding it on the roof tops soaring and swooping down on a roof then lifting
back up again. They circle in groups of five to eight birds across the skyline
then one of them drops into a dive and disappears on to a roof top. The roofs
are all flat, there are no slanted roofs in Pakistan, all the roofs are made of
cement. What ever the hawks are eating they get big enough, one large
hawk that soared over me had a wingspan something like three feet. Crows fly
among them looking for the crumbs.
We are in Sialkot City
for the big revival rally. We are looking for two to three thousand a night.
The very first event on the agenda is the consecration of Bishop Jonathan as
the General Overseer Bishop of Church
of God Pakistan.
My official title here is Bishop Kenneth Bernard (my first and middle name; last names are
rarely used in Pakistan)
and I will do the consecration. The church has rented a banquet hall in
downtown Sialkot for the consecration, Pakistan congressmen, senators, senior
government officials (state and city) from all manner of government offices
both Christian and Moslem are attending this event (Jonathan is very popular
here).
The first event is finished
Jonathan is now consecrated as the head of the Church of God Pakistan in
secession to his father Bishop Rehmat
Daniel who died early in 2007.
The next event Jonathan and
I together consecrate twelve of his best Pastors to the office of Bishop. This
gives sufficient leadership to this growing denomination that has flourished
under the leadership of Bishop Jonathan.
There is a certain Wild West
aurora to living in Pakistan.
In the banquet hall the men dressed in suits and women all dressed in their
finery as five or six well dressed young men casually circulated through the
room carrying automatic rifles with them as though this was perfectly normal
behavior.
Church
of God Pakistan is a registered Christian denomination
non-profit organization in Pakistan
fully recognized at the federal level since 1976. The term here is NGO �non government
organization�.
Jonathans father Bishop Rehmat
Daniel the far sighted visionary registered Church of God
Pakistan when the laws were
changed to allow religious freedom in Pakistan.
Events in the cities are in
many ways an enigma. It is against the law for a Moslem to convert to any
religion other than Islam. For a Moslem to become a Hindu, Sikith, or a
Christian is punishable by death. Now in the face of this I went into the
Sialkot City with Jonathan and sat beside him in the office as he obtained the
signature if the Chief of Police of Sialkot City and in the offices of various
other city officials as we gathered their signatures to hold this event. It is
one thing for me to go and preach in the villages out in the countryside as
each of them is in a manner of speaking "off the beaten path". It is
another to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ in downtown Sialkot City
with the blessings of the local government officials and the chief of police.
The radical element of Islam
wants to break all ties with America
and eliminate teaching the English language as a subject in the grade schools
and high schools. This is very unpopular with the general public who want their
children to get as good an education as possible. Education is very, very
important to the Pakistan
people. All the computers are in English there is no attempt to convert
computers to the native Urdu language. The general public is sharply divided
away from the radical element in Pakistan. Many Pakistan middle
class are able to go to college and a lot of them hold two degrees. Bishop
Jonathan is a graduate of the Presbyterian Seminary with his Bachelors' degree
here in Pakistan and also
has earned his MBA at the University
of Pakistan. Most of the
work required in the Universities is in English, and all term papers, thesis
etc are in English. Private colleges and schools are in every major city in Pakistan.
In spite of the poverty of
the rural population there is a burgeoning middle class in Pakistan. In the business world, in
the banks the young people all speak good to excellent English. Pakistan is not a third world nation it is a
major nuclear power in the Middle East and the
people themselves are aching to break into the western world. One of the bank
managers we spoke with was a young Moslem woman who was obviously very smart
and spoke English almost perfectly. The religious leaders hate this and if they
were in power she would have to remain home except for shopping for her family.
The weakness of Radical
Islam is not just the fight with Christianity they want to regress into an
ancient world, with no computers, no English, no cell phones (the poorest
Pakistani in the villages has a cell phone) the women would all have to stay in
the home. The Pakistan
people do not want to dump their religious heritage, but at the same time have
no desire to look backwards. Almost all Pakistani are only one generation from
their village at best.
India is a major influence here, the growing prosperity of India
has made it clear that Indian people can attain power in the western world.
Remember that Pakistan broke
off from India
in 1947. Most Pakistan
families have family ties and relatives living in India. There are 165 million people
in Pakistan
ostensibly most of them Moslem. There are over two hundred million Moslems
living in India.
That is more than the Moslem population in Pakistan. You hear of Moslems
radicals making trouble in India,
but you really do not hear of the Hindu attacks against Moslems in India, using
really vicious methods like putting car tires over the victims then pouring
gasoline over them and setting them on fire. In the last year the Hindus
destroyed over a hundred church buildings killing over 35 pastors and lay
ministers whose deaths were reported.
The pastors work together
here. There is a much greater unity among the brethren in this country than
there is in America.
There are no bars in Pakistan,
any prostitution is very underground and the same with drugs. There are no
drugs or prostitutes on the streets. Abortion is forbidden. The sins that run
like rivers on the streets of America
are not here.
The event we just held in
Sialkot City had pastors of every denomination join in with Bishop Jonathan and
share resources. On Thursday it rained and the rain destroyed the tent and
flooded the ground where we were holding our event. Bishop Jon went to the
banquet hall where we held the day teaching on the Gifts of the Spirit and
hired the parking lot for the outdoor event. Thursday night we drew about 2000
people and had a great response from the crowd. On Friday night we sent about
32 buses went out into the villages and we flooded the area with 8000 people.
So many people stood for salvation we led the entire crowed into the prayer of
salvation. We sent 40 pastors into the crowd to pray for individual needs. Then
for Saturday night the banquet hall where we held our service called Jon and
canceled the use of the parking lot claiming they had rented the hall for and
event. Jon went and talked to the office and he was able to figure out from the
excuse that the local mosque complained to hall and demanded the event to be
shut down.
Understand we never cancel
so the only decision was where? This led us to one of the best events of the
week. We were not able to send out buses so this was limited to the Sialkot residents. One of
the local Christian business men just finished building his house and he
offered his roof as a place to hold the event. We were able to fit 600 people
on his roof comfortably, but they kept coming. Now the interesting part, at the
back of the roof was a higher roof about 20 by 30 feet on top. The only way to
reach this was by a wooden ladder leaning against the rear wall. Jon was the
first one up and proclaimed this as a wonderful platform to preach to the people
below. So each of us made our way up the ladder on to the roof above (I have
stated all roofs in Pakistan
are flat and all are made out of poured concrete). This house had an extra
floor in the building and so the roof tops were much higher than those on the
houses around us. All events start with exuberant praise music so as the music
continued our roof swelled to 800. The lights were attracting great clouds of
bugs so they were turned the lights on the poles so most of the light went out
over the houses around us. As I said we are now on the highest roof of the
whole neighborhood and when the lights were turned they revealed the roof tops
around us were filling up with people. I mean filling up, people were sitting
on every square inch of available space on the roof tops around us. This was
the first contact for most of them with our event. The musicians went into
songs with lots of repetition so by the third verse the people around us could
follow along. Great praise rose from the roof tops of Sialkot City
to our God in heaven. The preaching following the praise went into high gear,
by the end Jonathan completely lost his voice. When we gave the call for
salvation the people on the surrounding rooftops were on their feet as fast as
the group on our roof. As the group in front of us repeated the prayer of
salvation the voices from the roof tops around us were joined in followed by
incredible Hallelujahs at the top of their voices at the end. We have no clue
how many received salvation that night only to say it was a marvelous night in
the City of Sialkot.
A last comment, this is a
Moslem neighborhood, the only attendees we new to be Christian were those on
our roof top.
The following day the
newspapers called Jonathan and wanted asked for an interview with him and
Bishop Kenneth Bernard from the United
States.
The newspapers sent
reporters to the event Friday night and gave a nice review of what took place
(yes a Moslem newspaper). Somehow they learned of Saturday night and called
Jonathan asking for an interview.
It is our intention to tell
the reporters that in the nation of Uganda a great prayer went forth from the
church to God that brought about a great peace between the Moslem and the
Christian in that land. That God is so pleased that the sons of Abraham, Isaac
and Ishmael have stopped fighting each other and are living in peace that to
celebrate the peace between these two brothers He has sent great prosperity to
that nation.
We have just arrived in Islamabad; in my first
description of traffic here I left out the intersections. In the army areas
there are working stop lights or policemen directing traffic. The rest of the
intersections there are no lights and no stop signs, this includes major
intersections in the city and on the highways. How does the traffic cross each
intersection, the English word "barge" is the best description I
have. As you approach the intersection the most important consideration is the
size of the opposition. Bicycles are dead last, next is people on foot, donkey
carts, motorbikes etc. Now even if you are a truck if a motorbike is clearly in
front of you, you yield way, but you are looking for who you can cut in front
of and you "barge in" an make your way across. Normally no one gets
run over; now the trick is if a motorbike has room to move over, you
"barge" in front of him. The motorbike and bicycle are the most
maneuverable machines on the road and they are forced into creative solutions
to cross the intersection. In most of the cities we slow down but just keep moving.
The real problem starts when you hit a genuine clog where no one can move. If
you see a possible way out, where if you can back up one of the contenders and
"unclog" the intersection every vehicle behind moves up every single
inch they can to keep from being muscled out. This of course intensifies the
clog. At this point most times a pedestrian steps in and starts to direct
traffic to open the clog. Interestingly enough everyone obeys him recognizing
that the alternative is remain where you are until the final coming of the Lord
Jesus Christ. In most of the intersections you just keep moving no matter how
slowly and you get through and you are on your way.
The Bus
Among the buses the most
interesting is the local jitney that services the working class in the cities.
I have described the motorbike rickshaw in my first email and will talk about
them in a little while. Buses of all sizes ride the roads including small
pickup trucks with the rear cargo area that is converted into a bus. They get
the license plate for this vehicle when they buy it before the conversion. A
make shift top over the bed is installed with the entrance in the rear with no
door; seats are now installed lengthways so as you enter the rear you sit on
the bench on either side. The "windows" have no glass, just window
shaped openings (about 4) on each side. This vehicle is then covered with an
incredible number of chrome bars front, both sides, and the back, with a chrome
ladder on the back panel of both sides, then it painted with all kinds of designs
of all colors no two of them look the same, everyone reflects the individual
taste of the owner. Now each vehicle has a driver and in the back there is one
man who rides on the outside of the bus standing on the chrome ladders that are
attached to the back on each side. This is the man who collects the fare from
each one inside and keeps the bus packed with as many passengers as he can get
in it. This "bus" makes stops at all the regular stops along the way
and offer cut rate fares. If you look inside the bus and tell the fast talking
fare collector it is too full and you will wait for another bus he will tell
you that many of the passengers are getting off at the next stop you will only
have a short wait for a comfortable seat. He is of course lying but if you are
in a hurry you will pay the fare and get in. Often the bus is so loaded that
the front end starts to lift into the air as it starts going from the bus stop.
Yesterday I saw the peak of all performances for this "bus". The
inside was packed and 5, yep count them 5 men hanging on the rear as it made
its way through traffic. When we passed it I could count 5 men on the bench
facing us and a couple of heads that appeared to be squatting in the center,
the total my not being completely sure as to the number in the center, appeared
to be 5 on each bench, 3 in the center and 5 hanging on the back making it
around 18 passengers at this point. Again this is not a full size pickup
converted, it is the small 4 cylinder pickups Toyota and other manufactures, many of them
have a flat front and the cab is over the engine. As you have already guessed
the usage of this vehicle as a bus is not legal but it fills a need so no one
stops them. As I stated before, these are among the most entrepreneurial people
in the world.
I have described the work in
the villages, as I planned to come to Pakistan God revealed his purpose to me,
that I was to instruct the people of this land to put an altar of prayer in
each one of their homes dedicating one place in their home to God and meeting
God there every morning and every night. I tell them that when you talk to an
Arab man he puts his face very close to your face. If you back away and only
talk from a distance the Arab man tells his friends "that man will not
share his breath with me". I then tell them that as they speak to God each
day at your altar you will come to a time when you know that God is sharing His
"breath" with you. I always get a strong response from the men when I
tell them this.
Each village is different,
as is the response. I preached the ninth village last night and the response
was stronger than most. Later I found out from the pastor he has eight young
intercessors that had come to the church to cry out to God for the nation of Pakistan. These
young prayer warriors laid a powerful foundation for my sermon. In most
villages we wait for the lights to come on (Pakistan has rolling blackouts) to
preach my sermon. Last night I could feel the release of God and kept preaching
with lights out. When I challenged the men to place an altar in their homes
they literally jumped to their feet.
I have become very bold as I
preach to them, of all the nations around the world who have reached
transformation levels of revival in their lands I have chosen Fiji because the people were in
such dire straits they were literally slowly starving to death. As I tell the
story of Fiji and how the
people repented of the witchcraft and hatred of the neighboring tribes for each
other the villagers can identify with the Fiji tribal leaders. Pakistan's
background is all tribal. Each village is ruled either by village elders or a
tribal leader a position normally passed from father to son. All the mountain
areas of Pakistan
are ruled today by tribal leaders.
As I talk about Fiji I leave out certain parts of the story, for
instance the first time I gave the story I said that one of the main sins of
the Fijis
was cannibalism, and Jonathan stopped translating, put the microphone behind
his back and asked me "what is that?". When I told him that after a
battle between two tribes the winning tribe would cook and eat the losers, he
just looked at me in disbelief, I made a quick adjustment in the story and
simply stated they would kill all the losing tribe without mercy. Part of the
story of Fiji
is that on the 350 islands that make up the nation, there are as few as 2 to as
many as 50 tribes on each island.
For over a thousand years
there was no peace between tribes, no treaties each tribe fought for total
supremacy and there were constant wars between the tribes. There was fire
walking where as the bed of coals were fanned to red hot heat, villagers were
invited to hold a tree branch two foot over the coals and when they did the
branch would ignite into flames from the heat. Then the witchdoctor would walk
down the path of coals as the villages stared in wonder.
Other parts I leave out that
as God restored the land He healed the great coral reefs of the Fijis, I leave
that out because there is no understanding of the coral and the years it takes
to grow. I also leave out the restoration of the shell fish, lobsters, shrimp,
crabs, the Pakistan only eat fish with scales and fins their diet is mostly
that described in the Bible, Moslem and Christian the eat the same foods
described in the Bible and never do they eat pork. While Jonathan lived in the US I had to
show him the ingredients on the package of hamburger to prove to him that it is
beef. "But why do they call it hamburger?" he asked, I told him to
ask my wife. (He did)
I relay to villagers how God
responded to the repentance for their sins and the sins of their fathers before
them and how that in this time of sorrow and tears they began to feel the
"breath" of God on their faces. That this inspired them to pledge to
God they would seek Him in their houses every morning and every night and they
would as a village seek him weekly and join with other village twice each month
and that now they seek God as an nation twice each year in week long events of
praise worship and joyful thanksgiving.
I told them of the villages
began sharing what little fish they caught in their nets each village fasting
one day as the village ate and eating the next day while the other villagers
fasted. How the fasting villages were not feeling sorry that they did not eat
that day but
were filled with joy how
they could share with each other. So those fasting would serve those eating and
both were happy and singing to God. Then the day came when the women who had
walked with their nets out across the coral reef out into the sea and cast
their nets then signaled the children on the shore to call the men. The men
grabbed their spears fearing the women were being attacked by sharks ran to
women to find the nets so full of fish the women were not able to pull them in.
I will tell you the rest of
the story when I preach it in your church.
Meanwhile the Pakistan
villagers at this point in the story are cheering and praising God.
I ask them to stand up on
their feet to declare their willingness to put a prayer altar in their house.
To a man every male stood to his feet and the women were on their feet as fast.
I stepped down from the stage and walk though the men, I take their hand ask
them to look straight in my eye and declare they will put the Altar of Prayer
in their house with Jonathan translating, they declare with strength
hugging me at the same time. I get a powerful commitment from each man in the
place.
I will preach this in your
church. I have a commitment to preach this in a Presbyterian church, two
Assembly of God churches, and two families have invited me to preach this in
their houses with the promise they will invite at least two other families to
their house to hear the story of Pakistan and Fiji. I will preach it in any
Christian church Baptist, Catholic, Lutheran, Episcopalian, Methodist you name
it; and if you will gather a few people together I will preach it in your
house. (ok I'm a zealot love me anyhow)
Ok that's the commercial,
now back to prime time.
Islamabad is the capital of Pakistan and the show piece for
visitors. Each intersection has a traffic light (a working traffic light) the
highways have police officers to guide high traffic times. There is a divider
strip between the lanes and trees and grass on the divider strip. In the city areas where jaywalking is prominent
these divider strips are protected by a strand of barbed wire about 3 foot off
the ground, (you are still in Pakistan).
Here there are housing
developments with rows of houses ranging from 250,000 to 750,000 American
dollars in value. These developments surround the City of Islamabad. Outside of the fact that the
rolling blackouts also effects Islamabad
(not in the five-star hotels) this is an international city and reflects very
little of the rest of the country. The army has several large bases here and a
very strong defense system. The streets here are clean, very clean and there
are trash containers at the intersections. Most importantly the shopping areas
along the streets are very clean.
By way of contrast in one of
the main shopping areas along the highway leading into Gujranwala City
there are stagnant pools of water that have no drainage, the stench is
incredible yet the people there are shopping as though all things are normal.
In the three times I have been through that area no attempt has been made to
drain the pools. In the villages some of the shopping areas are incredibly
filthy and crawling with flies and wasps.
Islamabad is a model of cleanliness. Of course in this city the
streets and highways are all well maintained. The highway from Sialkot City to Jonathan's village is a
nightmare of holes and ruts. Wherever highways travel through the villages the
road surface has been totally obliterated by the traffic. (keep in mind the
British who maintained all roads left in 1947).
Continuing to contrast the
life of the average Pakistani to life in Islamabad
the villagers live a very simple three and four room brick houses. The sleeping
area in most houses will have no roof and they sleep outside. We could call
these houses "crude" with the exposed brick on the inner walls of the
rooms. Yet they put up pictures, hang very colorful cloth on the walls, they
make a comfortable home of these very simple dwellings and each woman takes
great pride in her house. When I am in one of these simple dwellings they serve
me tea and make me quite comfortable. They are excellent hosts and really enjoy
a visit from an American.
The water in the villages is
hand pump well water. The houses that can afford it put in electric water pumps
to bring the well water up in addition to their hand pumps. They keep the hand
pumps because the electric is never a certain thing in the villages.
The rice fields require lots
of water which I have learned comes from melting snow in the mountains. It has
only rained twice in my 30 days here. Canals are everywhere carrying the water
to the rice fields that are in most areas. Pakistan grows sugar cane, corn,
hay for the animals, cotton (they export textiles), wheat, lentils, tobacco
that is used mostly here, lots of hookahs visible in the rural areas and of
course rice. The lack of rainfall explains the open air sleeping areas in each
house.
I am inserting this in front
of this part; the newspaper reporters were here to interview me on television.
As they taped the interview they asked me to comment on the National Day of
Independence for Pakistan
which takes place August 14th each year. I told them of my mission
to bring peace thru prayer, no bullets, no guns but prayer. I stressed how God
blessed with prosperity the lands where brothers laid down arms and embraced
each other as in Uganda and Ireland.
The reporters asked me to
comment on the Pakistan
leaders and guess what, Christian leaders who opposed all educational efforts
in the villages. Apparently many of these leaders are blocking
all efforts to bring education to the villages. They thrive on the ignorance of
the peasant living in the village. It is well known that the president of Iran only holds
power in the villages. The educated middle and upper class in Iran hate him
and live in constant fear he will destroy his nation.
The reporters were asking me
leading questions to have me denounce the leaders that thrive on the ignorance
of the people. I replied that the prayer of the people will eliminate the power
now held by those who would keep this land in poverty and ignorance. They and
Bishop Jonathan began asking me to bring this to attention of America.
(Remember that the news reporters are Moslems, but they are liberals and hate
all efforts to keep the people in oppression.) I promised that I would approach
American businesses and ask them to support the effort to bring education via
the internet to each village. The ruling party of the government is in favor of
education but its efforts are hampered by political opposition, poor roads and
not enough money to get education to the villages. With the internet by
satellite and other means it is possible to educate the children in the village
without incurring the cost of moving children to central locations.
The local congressman here
said he would like to meet with American politicians and businessmen and
discuss the possibility of them investing in the education of the village
children.
Here we are looking at the
past to see what separates Pakistan
and India.
The history here is a little
rough the central truths of the situation however are valid. I have asked Joel
to check the overall time periods at the University where he is working on his
masters degree.
Pakistan and India
are essentially one people but the geography of the land has separated the two.
Pakistan
is to the north and is easily accessible by sea. There are no jungles in Pakistan the
land is flat easy to travel over and the section that is most populated is
farmland for the last 2000 years. There are no elephants here; the main working
animal here is the water buffalo. The water buffalo was for centuries the tractor of this area. The animal is so docile that
young boys 8 or 9 years old move herds of this great beast just by waving long
wooden rods at them. As wonderful as this animal is for agriculture they have
no usefulness in war. The elephant which is the tractor
of southern India
can be trained for war and is a formable opponent on the field of battle.
Over the centuries Persia and then Arabia ruled the northern areas
of India which is modern day
Pakistan.
Southern India was not really conquered until
the British arrived. Alexander the Great took the Pakistan
area but as he fought the war elephants of southern India he found the land was far
larger than he had calculated for. Great jungles dense undergrowth hindered the
invading armies. The final reality is that the area of the Hindu religion was
largely untouched by all the attempts by the invaders over the years to take
the land.
The northern part on India which is now Pakistan was converted to
Christianity by the Apostle St. Thomas (doubting Thomas) in the first century.
There exists today a city north of Islamabad,
called Texila that has churches that are dated back the first century and is
the tomb of St. Thomas
is there. Christianity remained in the north until the 16th century
when the Arabs brought in Islam with the sword. There were many Christian
martyrs but the power of prayer was no longer in the land. At that point
churches were converted to mosques and Islam became the religion of the land.
In the city of Lahore the conquering Moslems built the largest mosque in
Pakistan called Kings Mosque in the early 1600 hundreds which today is in
excellent repair and is larger that many of the great cathedrals of Europe.
The Arab rule over India
was largely incomplete. Southern India
maintained its identity and its religion. There is also another dividing line
classical music. I first heard Pakistan
music at the prayer meetings in Philadelphia
Pennsylvania. Here in Pakistan I met with a Professor of music Mr.
Badar who is the head of the music department of the University of Lahore.
He has researched the classical music if India
and Punjab (northern India
now Pakistan)
and told me the two had formed separate paths over 1000 years ago. He has
awards for his work from both Indian and Pakistani governments and is the
recognized authority on both forms of music. The music Americans identify as
Indian is Hindi music from the south (modern day India). In my own opinion the
classical music of Pakistan
is more pleasant to western ears than Hindi music.
The total population of Pakistan is 165 million people, contrast that
with the 1 & 1/2 billion population of India and the size difference is
huge. Why does India want to
own Pakistan
so badly? Rice if the staple food of the Indian people is rice, it is Pakistan
who grows that rice. If India
has Pakistan
it will grow its food inside its own borders.
Why am I making such a fuss
about the difference between Pakistan
and India?
The reason is I am personally convinced that it is the intention of God to make
Pakistan
a Christian nation. One of the major problems between Pakistan and India is the
contrary nature of the Radical Islamic right; who are ruthlessly determined to
drag Pakistan back to an ancient culture, eliminating the teaching of English
in all schools and limiting the teaching of math to only a chosen few selected
by the Islamic clergy. This would include sending the young Moslem woman banker
I wrote about in my last email back to her home and limit her to raising
children and cooking for the men.
The religious right are
tolerated by the Pakistan
people but only tolerated.
The average Pakistani is
catholic in nature about their religion. Like Catholics in America who go to
church Christmas and Easter still consider themselves catholic, the Moslem of
Pakistan goes to mosque several times a year and by and large does not feel
bound by the dictates of the Islamic clergy.
Again to return to the young
Moslem woman banker, Jonathan pointed out how she looked all the men in the eye
and clearly informed us of the policies of her bank. An Islamic clergy would
want her whipped for such impertinence in her attitude toward men. For a Moslem
woman to talk with authority on any subject to men is outrageous to fundamental
Islam. This young woman did not just come from nowhere, her parents sent her to
schools and university training, they spent big money to educate their daughter
there are no scholarships in Pakistan.
Modern day Pakistan is Moslem by
identification; they are a very conservative people and like the Catholics of
America are not willing to just abandon their identity. Yet at the same time to
repeat they do not see themselves bound to the dictates of the Islamic clergy.
They are not subject to the
stricter views of Islam. Unlike America
there are no atheists or agnostics in Pakistan. The Pakistani all believe
in the existence of God, but they see the freedoms of the people of India and are
determined to get these freedoms for themselves.
There is an amazing
underground here that is not repeated else ware. Many Moslem families are
Moslem on the outside and Christian in side their houses.
Bishop Jonathan's mother has
died at 2:AM this morning. Her husband and creator of Church of God Pakistan
died in January of 2007. Jon's mother wanted to be with her husband of 50
years. Her time was up here and she and her husband have left Pakistan a
better place to live in, with more hope, more opportunity and a greater future
than most of the Pakistani people ever dreamed of. The vision and foresight of
Bishop Daniel Rehmat created a
network of 260 churches that span from Iran
across Afghanistan and Pakistan into
Pakistan Kashmir. The publicized percentage of Christians in Pakistan is 3%.
I have found entire villages of Christians here and visited one of the largest
villages in the country which is completely Roman Catholic. There is a Catholic
church in almost every village in Pakistan. I believe that the
percentage of Christians here is 8% and that is a very conservative number.
The women are loudly keening
the passing of Jon's mother in the back bedrooms of the compound. The men are
gathered in the large living room the chairs and couch removed and they are all
sitting on the floor tribal style, not really saying anything but they are
there to give respect to their leader. Jon has used his money and influence to
help the local people (Moslem) of his village with many issues and he is the de
facto elder of this village. The room is filled with Moslem and Christian men
surrounding the one unifying element of their village, Bishop Jonathan Rehmat.
When I came here it was to
help Jon strengthen his church in what I believed was a hostile environment.
What I found was a country of villages aching to get into the twenty first
century. Christianity embraces the future, the hope and dreams to the people,
Islam is terrified of the future and wants to retreat into the ancient past.
For Islam to accept the
future would mean crushing the male dominated culture it is composed of.
In every city we have
visited there are billboards advertising colleges for women. There are huge
chinks in the armor of Islam all over Pakistan.
The pastor of the church I
preached in last night is doctor of theology, his wife has her doctorate in one
of the sciences, and his sister has her masters degree and works as a high
level tech in the local hospital. I call them working class professionals,
their home is large enough for all of them, it is in a village, but the brick
on the inner walls are all coated to a smooth finish and painted it is very
attractive.
Another large chink in the
armor of Islam is the army itself. The officer corps is highly educated and
they need to be. India has
its army sitting on the borders of Pakistan looking for any
opportunity to strike. The army uses computers in all its tanks and advanced
weaponry they also speak English and many of them speak various European
languages as well. Retired army officers are placed with corporations in lue of
giving them retirement pay. The current crop of officers in military school are
required to complete their MBA before they can retire.
They army has ruled Pakistan
for the last 60 years. The political process here is pulled all out of whack by
the Islamic clergy whose motives are more political power than religious
purity. The one stable force in Pakistan
is the highly disciplined British trained military corps. Democracy will only
be viable here when education spreads to the masses. The army and the wealthy
Moslem want the western world with all the perks. Education is working its way
into the villages and the desire for a better life is motivating many changes.
I am not suggesting that education is alone the answer however the educated
Moslem is beyond tolerant of Christianity. Some of them are trying to be
Moslem-Christians.
Remember that Islam is a
culture here it does not stop at being the religion of the people. They do not
want to reject their culture in order to embrace Christ, who most of them know
is God. In all the villages the Moslem men send their women to bring bottles of
water and oil for the man of God to bless. When they are sick or hurt they will
apply the water or oil to the place of pain believing that God will heal them.
It is something like storing up a healing prayer in a bottle until the day they
need it.
Right now the Islamic hard
line clergy are losing the battle to the army, the wealthy, the moderate and
the middle class. The trick for America
is to learn to separate the culture of Islam from the religion of Islam and
respect the culture.
Now speaking about the
culture, Jon's younger brother Joel's teachers from the University (5 of them)
drove here (45 minutes) to the house to give their sympathy and support for a
student who has lost his mother. Could you in anyway expect that from College
professors in America?
Yes these teachers are all Moslems. Jon asked me to give them the words I spoke
to him and Joel. I told them that Joel's mother wanted to be with her husband
of 50 years and that her job was done here and she wanted to go home. That the
time has come for the changing of the generation from the parents to the
children. And it is a bittersweet time for us the living who will miss her yet
we cannot help celebrating her joy and happiness at her reunion with her
husband of 50 years. That she and her husband were together in heaven with God
enjoying the fruits of the years the spent bringing the Kingdom
of God to the people of Pakistan. And
the time will come when Jon will pass his heritage on to his sons and children
for that is the plan of God.
Pakistani are pretty up
front with their emotions, it they like what they are hearing they smile and
nod their heads. I had much smiling and head nodding as I spoke with to these
men. Jon asked me to bless them and all bowed their heads as I lifted up before
the Father the faithfulness of these men to come to the aid of a fellow who is
in pain and suffering and that God would bless each one and in greater measure
than they gave. Each man gave me a hearty hand shake to let me know they were
blessed.
Islam is a religion of the
soul, composed of intellectual decisions and human wisdom. They see
Christianity as a rebellion to the true faith and are totally unable to see why
people convert to Christ. They have no personal relationship with God, they
have no concept of it.Why is it so much more powerful to be humble, when it is
so much fun to be a vain, arrogant, egotistical, pompous ass? Because God does not work thru the mans ambition, He
works thru the mans obedience. Vision inspires man to heights that ambition
fails to reach.
Grasp that no force on earth
can humble the man, he will die like William Wallace, unbent, strong,
unyielding and unbroken. The only humble men on earth are those who will
willingly kneel before the Living God and take His hand and place it upon their
head and accept His sovereign lordship over their lives.
This act alone gives man the
necessary spiritual power to bring the ego and passions of their flesh under
control.
It is these men who as they
pray feel the breath of God upon their cheek as they seek His face.