I just noticed (thanks to my wife!) that several of the block quotes included in my last post (“The Glory of the Impossible…”) were cut off without including the full quote in certain email providers. If you read the post and the logic between the quotes and the following paragraphs didn’t quite make sense, this is why. I don’t know how long this has been going on, but it seems to be an issue with how certain email providers struggle to process the block quote function I’ve been using. Going forward, I’ll be writing longer quotes differently to avoid this issue. However, I do want to apologize if it’s been a while that this has been happening and certain posts are coming across not quite coherent! No, it’s not the effect of the recent war on my brain’s grey matter. It’s just a glitch in the software.
I’m thankful for each of you. Last week sometime I passed 500,000 all-time views on this blog. Who could have guessed so many would be interested to read this content. Praise God for his kindness and for your continued support as readers.
False dichotomies are foolish, dangerous, deceptive things. Believers fall into their trap when they overreact to the emphases and excesses of a different camp or previous generation. Ironically, these pendulum-riding believers often themselves go on to become the inverse example of the very thing they are critiquing.ย
Instead of this, the way of wisdom is to give both sides their biblical proper weight, to thread the needle right, even if that means we often must hold complex, nuanced positions, right alongside our bold, black and white hills to die on. To do this well, a deep knowledge of the Bible and church history is invaluable, as well as deep insight into our current culture, context, and age.ย
Alas, the relationship of the Church to global missions is full of these false dichotomies. One of these days, I’ll write a post exploring which of them seem especially prominent in our circles. For now, I just want to highlight one way in which the pendulum is once again acting like a wrecking ball and out there smashing things up once again.
Here’s D.A. Carson reemphasizing for us again just how harmful these false dichotomies are:
โSo which shall we choose? โExperience or truth? The left wing of the airplane, or the right? Love or integrity? Study or service? Evangelism or discipleship? The front wheels of a car, or the rear? Subjective knowledge or objective knowledge? Faith or obedience? Damn all false antithesis to hell, for they generate false gods, they perpetuate idols, they twist and distort our souls, they launch the church into violent pendulum swings whose oscillations succeed only in dividing brothers and sisters in Christโ
Indeed. Send all false dichotomies to hell, where they belong, including a particular false dichotomy currently gaining steam that pits biblical localism against biblical missions.ย
Biblical localism could be defined as the idea that God calls the majority of believers to put down roots, to build families, to work faithfully, to live a quiet life, to serve their local churches faithfully, and to seek to leaven their communities and broader society with the light of God’s word. This is a good, hard, biblical lifestyle (1 Thes 4:11-12, Eph 4:28).ย
Biblical missions could be defined as the idea that God calls the Church to send a minority of believers to leave their home communities in order to take the gospel across geographic, political, cultural, and linguistic barriers in order to plant churches – churches that then go on to practice both faithful localism and faithful missions. This too is a good, hard, biblical lifestyle (Matt 28:18-20, Rom 15:20).ย
These ideas go hand-in-hand in the scriptures. They are not against one another. Rather, they uniquely sharpen and empower one another. The goers need the stayers, and the stayers need the goers. Both have a unique role in spreading the gospel in this age and pointing forward to the resurrection coming in the next. Both are taking ground and fighting the Church’s battles against her ever-present enemies, even though the dynamics on the front lines will vary from place to place.ย
But here’s what’s happened. My generation, the Millennials, went out to save the world. With the not-so-good confidence fostered by all the “You’re a unicorn who can do anything you set your mind to!” messaging we ingested growing up, alongside the good gospel fire in our bones stoked by Piper’sย Don’t Waste Your Life, Platt’sย Radical, and the missionary biographies of Paton, Judson, Taylor, and Eliot, we answered the call and laid it all on the line.ย
Not surprisingly, a lot of us burned out – and that was a full decade before the previous generation had. If Gen X was hitting burnout in their forties, it came for us in our early to mid-thirties, or even earlier. Perhaps it was the young and restless part of being young, restless, and reformed that meant many of us didn’t prioritize rest, health, and sustainable sacrifice the way we should have. Yes, some of the costs we incurred were simply part of the deal, the normal and even noble suffering that comes from the Christian life in general and some unique trials of the missionary life in particular. But many of the costs were undoubtedly also due to our own lack of wisdom in things like Sabbath, embodiment, community, and the fact that the kids are not the unflappably flexible and resilient little beings we had been told they were.ย
When we look back at the missions emphasis of recent decades, a lot of good work was done. We need to be honest about that fact. But the of reality of many young families returning from the mission field quite broken also coincided with big shifts in the American/Western zeitgeist, specifically, the rise of things like therapy culture, Gen Z, Christian nationalism, Christian localism, massive inflation and wage stagnation, and the foundering of the New Calvinism’s unity on the rocks of Trump, Covid-19, BLM, and ‘woke’ vs. ‘based’ everything.ย
Early on, all this led to some healthy pushback, which included books likeย Resetย andย Refreshย by David and Shona Murray andย Ordinaryย by Michael Horton. Much of this pushback was good and helpful. It reminded the Church that we needed to get more biblical in prioritizing rest and sustainability, and in also celebrating the radical nature of Christians who stay and invest in their local church and community for decades on end. Praise God for wise men and women who help to balance the pendulum.ย
But I’ve noticed something shifting in the last couple of years. Reformed evangelical leaders who have been convinced by robust and uber-confident ‘happy warrior’ forms of Christian localism are also beginning to turn against global missions. Here are a couple of quotes that surfaced in recent months on my social media feeds that illustrate this. I post them here simply to illustrate. I admit I’m not familiar with the broader body of these men’s work, so they may nuance these statements elsewhere. Both are SBTS grads who speak at conferences, and we share a lot of mutual friends, so I would hope they are more balanced than they appear here. However, notice how they are drawing a stark dichotomy between foreign missions and localism – and how different this kind of talk sounds from what has been the evangelical church’s posture since the late 1700s.ย
There needs to be a new and more biblically faithful version of “Don’t Waste Your Life” for the next generation.
I know many Christians who were afraid of wasting their lives and ended up chasing glory in foreign countries. But they screwed up their marriages and kids as a result. That’s actually wasting your life.
The updated version we now need is to call people to do something truly radical. Live an ordinary, faithful life of Christian service. Get married, start a family, have lots of children, work with your hands, plug into a local community, and serve a local church.
-Michael Clary on X
Notice the claims made here.ย 1) The book, Don’t Waste Your Life, was unbiblical, period.ย No mention of its context, intended audience, or what it got right. Suburban baby boomer retirement mindset, anyone?ย 2) Those who went overseas were only chasing glory.ย Is there no longer a biblical category of holy ambition that applies to taking great risks like this for the sake of the unreached, or does holy ambition only apply to those who stay and build? To say that it’s wrong to seek glory is to be out of step with both the Bible and the historic church (Rom 2:7). It’sย howย you seek glory that matters.ย 3) The costs to marriages and kids mean you’re the one who wasted your life.ย But what about the costs to families that come simply as part of faithful service? Is there no category for that in your theology? Or does tragic cost always equal unfaithfulness?ย 4) What is truly radical is marriage, kids, work, community investment, and long-term local church service.ย I guess Jesus, Paul, Patrick, Lull, and Paton weren’t good examples of Christian radicals?ย
Here’s a response to the above post, but taking it even further:
Imagine disguising adventurism and avoidance of duty as the ideal, super spiritual thing. That is a great deal of the last few generations of evangelicalism in America and what was sold to young men and women. And we wonder why so few are married and have children.
Going to a foreign country (at other’s expense no less) – wow, you are so spiritual. You will get special services and a Sunday a month where we extol you and folks will especially pray for you… Working hard to take on a wife and have a large family and be productive and fruitful where you are and start a business that employs folks in your church? Oh, meh… unless we want more of your money.
Adopt kids from far flung nations? We will write entire books and have conferences about it… special services and recognition. Care for your actual neighbors and help their kids? Meh… yawn.
The problem? It’s been primarily rot and rubbish for a hundred years. Promoted primarily by people who don’t practice at all what they preach. I despise it so much at this point and the poison it is and has been to our nation and communities.
-John Moody on FB
This post claimsย 1) Missions is adventurism and avoidance of duty, and is the reason so few are having children. Is there no category for holy ambition or the faithful fulfilment of the Great Commission as the duty of the Christian? What about the fact that evangelical missionaries have far more children on average than evangelicals who stay planted in the West?ย 2) Going to a foreign country at others’ expense does not warrant special recognition or prayer. Those things should be for those who stay and build. Wait, must we choose one or the other? Who says so? What about 3rd John 1:6?ย 3) Missions has been promoted by those who don’t practice what they preach, and it is essentially poison to the American and evangelical community.ย I recognize the brother here is probably speaking from emotion, so, in turn, I would invite him to visit the graves of countless faithful missionaries scattered all over the world, including that of my own father in Melanesia and that of a good friend here in Central Asia. Would you say they didn’t practice what they preached when they were faithful unto death? How about their families that continue to grieve and trust God with their deaths? Are their examples of dying for Jesus poison for the American church?ย
Here’s the thing. Both of these men I’ve quoted are truly onto something. There has been an underemphasis on faithful Christian localism in recent decades. And a lot of young evangelical families have come back broken from the mission field. Both of these things have been tremendously costly. We need to hear these points loud and clear.ย
But we need to do so while avoiding the error they’re falling into – pitting localism against missions. To fall into this trap is to be captive by a spirit of the age that hasn’t been very prominent in about 300 years, but which seems to be staging an aggressive comeback. That wrongheaded spirit misses the fundamental point that missions exists in part becauseย there can be no Christian localism in places where there are not yet any Christians.
One of the reasons people like me do what we do is because we dream of the day when our unreached people groups are filled with healthy churches that are transforming their society from the inside out. We long to see churches filled to the brim with faithful local Christians who settle down, get married, have kids, start businesses, influence their neighbors and government, and yes, support their own missionaries who go on to expand the kingdom across new frontiers.ย
Further, we live every day knowing that our family can only do what we do because there are a hundred faithful families who sacrifice by staying. That is an honor and a duty that we do not take lightly. But this is the way the kingdom has always worked, and it is what it will take to see faithful Christian localism expressed in every corner of the earth. We risk, we suffer, we accept this glorious and frustrating nomadic lifestyle for the sake of those who will one day be able to put down roots. If our families are broken in the pursuit of that vision, then weep with us, help us get wiser, and help us untangle which parts of our suffering were wrongheaded and which parts were noble and good and honor Jesus.ย
But don’t so rashly throw out the very thing that has made your calls to Christian localism possible in the first place. After all, if not for the radical, adventurous missionaries of the past, there would be no Christian West to try to save or recover. As our Central Asian locals say, “Don’t cast stones into the spring from which you drink.” A little bit of historic self-awareness would serve the new Christian localists well.ย Pioneer missionaries are, in fact, those who take the beachheads that one day lead to the establishment of a healthy Christian localism in those contexts.
Friends, the pendulum is swinging hard. The conversation is shifting. And many are in danger of drifting away from the biblical emphasis on missions, risk, and losing everything for the sake of the gospel. Many young men no longer desire to become leaders, and many young families and singles coming to the field are so concerned with mental health and balance that they no longer understand the logic of sacrifice. I find myself longing more and more for older, stranger voices, like that of Samuel Zwemer, to wake us back up to some of these historic but out-of-fashion truths. Yes, men like Zwemer were unbalanced in their own ways, but perhaps hearing from them again is actually what we need to respond to these new challenges – and actually thread the needle right.ย
If you’ve never read Zwemer’s address, The Glory of the Impossible, it really is a stirring challenge from a very different era. It’s worth reading the whole thing, but here is an excerpt as well:
The unoccupied fields, therefore, are a challenge to all whose lives are unoccupied by that which is highest and best; whose lives are occupied only with the weak things or the base things that do not count. There are eyes that have never been illumined by a great vision, minds that have never been gripped by an unselfish thought, hearts that have never thrilled with passion for another’s wrong, and hands that have never grown weary or strong in lifting a great burden. To such the knowledge of these Christless millions in lands yet unoccupied should come like a new call from Macedonia, and a startling vision of God’s will for them. As Bishop Brent remarks, “We never know what measure of moral capacity is at our disposal until we try to express it in action. An adventure of some proportions is not uncommonly all that a young man needs to determine and fix his manhood’s powers.” Is there a more heroic test for the powers of manhood than pioneer work in the mission field? Here is opportunity for those who at home may never find elbow-room for their latent capacities, who may never find adequate scope elsewhere for all the powers of their minds and their souls. There are hundreds of Christian college men who expect to spend life in practicing law or in some trade for a livelihood, yet who have strength and talent enough to enter these unoccupied fields. There are young doctors who might gather around them in some new mission station thousands of those who “suffer the horrors of heathenism and Islam,” and lift their burden of pain, but who now confine their efforts to some “pent-up Utica” where the healing art is subject to the law of competition and is measured too often merely in terms of a cash-book and ledger. They are making a living; they might be making a life.
Bishop Phillips Brooks once threw down the challenge of a big task in these words: “Do not pray for easy lives; pray to be stronger men. Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers; pray for powers equal to your tasks. Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle, but you shall be a miracle.” He could not have chosen words more applicable if he had spoken of the evangelization of the unoccupied fields of the world with all their baffling difficulties and their glorious impossibilities. God can give us power for the task. He was sufficient for those who went out in the past, and is sufficient for those who go out today.
Face to face with these millions in darkness and degradation, knowing the condition of their lives on the unimpeachable testimony of those who have visited these countries, this great unfinished task, this unattempted task, calls today for those who are willing to endure and suffer in accomplishing it.
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A stone inscribed with ancient Safaitic Arabic (and a camel)
Possibly the earliest witness to Christianity in Arabia, the Jesus inscription from the Wadi al-Khudari is a memorial inscription, meaning that it commemorates a deceased person. It consists of three parts: It first gives the inscriberโs name (Wahb-El) and genealogy, then adds a commemoration of his deceased uncle, and finally concludes with a unique religious invocationโto Isay, which corresponds to the name given to Jesus in the Quran: โO ฤชsay (โsy), help him against those who deny you.โ There can be little doubt that the writer (and possibly also his uncle) was Christian.
โThe present text is a typical Safaitic composition, but the old gods and prayers are replaced by a Christian invocation. Wahb-El may therefore have been a convert who modified the Safaitic writing tradition to accommodate his new faith, invoking Jesus with the same formulaic structure used to invoke the old gods.โ Regarding the circumstances surrounding the inscription and the rise of Christianity in Arabia, Al-Jallad theorizes, โ[Wahb-El] may have had close contacts with settled areas, such as Bostra in Syria or the cities of the Decapolis in Transjordan, which appear in other Safaitic texts. On the other hand, it is possible that his inscription reflects the efforts of missionaries to convert the nomads.โ
One crisis that has recently been averted among the churches of our area has to do with the name of Jesus. Our people group, speaking a Persian-related language and overwhelmingly Islamic in their creed in recent centuries, call Jesus by the name he is given in the Quranic Arabic: ‘Isa al-Masih (Jesus the Messiah, localized as ‘Isa-i Mesih).
In previous decades, the Bible translators chose to keep Jesus’ name as ‘Isa in our Bible translation, rather than to defer to the Arabic evangelical preferred form of Yasu’. The reason for this was straightforward. Someone from our people group reading the new Bible in their language would have no idea who Yasu’ was. But they had inherited at least partial categories for ‘Isa the Messiah. While the Jesus of the Quran is not the same as the Jesus of the Bible, by using the same name, the translators discerned that the seekers and local believers from a Muslim background would be less confused and eventually able to redeem the name and fill it with biblical meaning.
In the years since this decision was made, this has indeed proved to be the case. Local believers have had no issues coming to understand who the true Jesus is, even though the name they use for him is close to the same form as Jesus’ name in the Qur’an.
However, the form used for Jesus’ name among Arabic speaking believers is a really big deal. For centuries, they have used Yesu’ and opposed ‘Isa as an inferior Islamic name for Christ, one that some even claim was chosen as a camel-related insult. As the theory goes, the writer of the Quran intentionally chose a different name for his demoted Jesus who was just a mighty prophet, wasn’t the Son of God, and didn’t die on the cross.
Without getting into the merits of this belief, this linguistic differentiation among Arabic-speaking Christians is one still held to very passionately, and likely why someone from that camp began telling believers among our people group that they were compromising by calling Jesus ‘Isa and not Yasu’. Divisions started to emerge among local churches and leaders. Some of those adopting this new position were the usual suspects, local leaders doing ministry for worldly gain who like to find distinctives like this for the sake of demonstrating their ‘superior’ knowledge. But at least one faithful pastor was also getting quite convictional on this issue, a brother whose church partners very closely with the church we helped to plant in Poet City.
Thankfully, a meeting was held among Bible translators and local believers last year where the matter was, at least for now, put to rest. Everyone present agreed that believers and churches in our language group should be free to use either form of Jesus’ name, according to what they think is best for clear teaching and communication. One key to convincing them of the wisdom of this position was new research that demonstrates that ‘Isa is, in fact, an ancient Christian form of Jesus’ name, one that predated Islam. Research by Rick Brown of SIL has demonstrated that ‘Isa is the Arabic form of the ancient East Syriac ‘Isho, while Yasu’ is the form descended from the ancient West Syriac dialect.
This means that ‘Isa was a Christian Arabic name for Jesus before Islam ever came along. While this doesn’t automatically settle the matter for Arabic speaking Christians, for whom their community may never be able nor want to redeem the name of ‘Isa, it is a significant point in favor of the name’s potential for Christian use in other languages. Other languages and people groups simply don’t have the same options, nor the same baggage, for a hard differentiation of Yasu’ over ‘Isa to make sense as a hard rule. In contrast to a name for the all-powerful creator God, these languages don’t tend to have an indigenous name already for Jesus. So, if one ancient borrowed form of Jesus’ name is the one that is more clear, then they should be free to use that form rather than another foreign one not otherwise present in their language. Islamic Arabic has forced other languages into its mold for long enough. The last thing we need is Christian Arabic doing the same thing.
Islam, in a very real sense, stole this particular form of Jesus’ name 1,400 years ago. And while many native Arabic speakers don’t feel right about using it after centuries of gross misuse, for other languages, stealing it back and making it their own is actually pretty easy. English speakers skeptical of this possibility should beware. Our very term for ‘God’ has its own concerning roots in pagan religious usage, more problematic than Allah with it’s El-related semitic roots, and our Germano-English ‘Jesus’ is just as far away from the Greek ‘Iesous or the Hebrew Yeshua as ‘Isa is. In fact, every time we read our Bibles and go to church in the English language we are demonstrating just how effective this sort of name redemption/adaptation process can be.
However, the ancient case for ‘Isa as a Christian name is even stronger than I had realized. As quoted above, it turns out that ancient Arabic inscriptions from the 300s in the Jordanian desert show that ‘Isay was already being used by Arab nomads to refer to Jesus in that early period. Bear in mind, this is 300 years before Islam came along. The Wadi al-Khudari inscriptions in an older form of written Arabic, called Safaitic, bear this out.
I, for one, hope that the current consensus among our local believers about Jesus’ names holds for the long term. ‘Isa or Yasu’ can both be effectively claimed by the believing community and filled with glorious biblical meaning. Both have good clear roots going back to ancient Christian usage. Of the two of them, ‘Isa is currently far more clear, bringing to mind a man called the Messiah who worked miracles and is coming back to judge the world. But local believers will need to make the ultimate call for their churches and their own newly Christianizing language. The roots of names really do matter, as does their baggage, as does their ability to effectively bring the right person to mind. All of these realities need to be taken seriously in cases like this.
For now, if you ever hear someone claiming that ‘Isa was never a proper Christian name for Jesus, you know otherwise. It was being used for Jesus long before Islam came around, and a full three centuries, at that.
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I’ve long wondered how our Central Asian people group fuels such energy and excitement for hospitality. Most households are genuinelyย excitedย when guests show up, even when they turn up unannounced. The household springs into action with warm machine-gun-fire blessings of welcome proclaimed and standing handshakes, hands on hearts, or kisses on cheeks all around. Quickly and energetically, guests are ushered into the hosting room, where they are given the best seats, quickly offered cold water, hot chai, snacks, and – if the hosts can succeed in their persuasion – an elaborate meal. And the hosts will thenย keepย pushing to see just how far they can convince their guests to accept even more hospitality. They’ll offer showers, naps, follow-up meals, and even spending the night – offering their own pajamas to shut down our attempts to excuse ourselves by saying that we didn’t pack for the night.ย
Now, I’ve been watching our focus people group closely for many years. The overwhelming majority of these offers are genuine. Every once in a while, I’ll catch an acquaintance making an honorable but hypothetical offer, and I can tell his heart isn’t in it. But the vast majority of the time, the offers are made with what is honestly a perplexing depth of delight. Yes, all cultures know that, in the end, it is rewarding to host others well. But this level of hospitality takes aย lotย of work and money. It’s costly and tiring and, frankly, unsustainable unless you’ve got relatives around to help out. So, how is it possible for humans to beย thisย motivated to show hospitality?ย
For a long time, it has seemed that thereโs been something going on beneath the surface that could explain this incredible hosting energy. At last, I think we’ve found it.ย
Turns out our local friends are raised to believe that guests are concrete evidence that God cares for you. There’s a local proverb that states, “Guests are God’s guests.” This means that guests are, in fact, blessings sent to a home by God himself – and evidence that more blessings lie in store. Local culture from ancient times has taught that guests are proof that God remembers you, cares for you, and wants to bless you. By sacrificing to show lavish hospitality, a family responds to God’s gift and puts itself even more in the way of God’s blessings, as it were.ย
Locals believe that extravagant hospitality is a sort of spiritual investment. It is God giving them an opportunity to pour themselves out for others. And if they are found faithful to care for others as if they were more important than themselves, then God will see, remember them, and provide for their needs. This is why they light up when you tell them you’re coming to visit them. You’ve just told them that God remembers them – and wants to bless them.ย
What a glorious instinct to have at the center of a fallen culture. How merciful of God to allow this kind of hospitality to still burn bright, even after centuries of Islam choking out so many other areas of common grace.ย
This is not how Western culture has raised most of us, even those of us from hospitable families. But what has struck me is that this is how many mature believers in the West come to feel about giving sacrificially of their money. As Christians learn to give generously to the local church and to the poor, believing that God is indeed a great rewarder, we give lavishly of our finances, even beyond what others consider wise. We learn from experience and by testing God’s promises that this kind of giving is a surefire way to deeper joys and experiences of God’s provision. Opportunities to give are, in a sense, evidence that God cares for us, that he wants to fill our lives with his joy and provision – and with eternal rewards to boot. Western Christianity has its weaknesses, yes, but when it comes to generosity, it is often exemplary. If you doubt me on this, ask believers from other parts of the world.ย
However, the Central Asian church is, to put it mildly, anemic when it comes to giving. Believers will often give a small token amount to save face, but balk at suggestions that they should risk something as radical as ten percent or even more of their income. No, they believe, it’s the job of the Western church to fund the churches and believers here with their endless flow of funds. This unfortunate sort of entitlement mindset is often present. And it has meant that there areย no self-supporting local churches that I know of in our country of service at all.ย
I firmly believe that until our local friends learn how to give sacrificially to the church, they will be lacking certain kinds of spiritual power and joy. Why does our people group seem so hardened, so good at killing church plants? Why do the churches that exist seem so riven with gossip and division? Perhaps because most believers refuse to risk trusting God with their money. The Christian life is full of asymmetrical causes and effects like this. Obedience in one area unlocks joy and grace for obedience in other areas, even if at first glance they seem unrelated. If we want to see this land flooded with the light of the gospel, the locals are going to have to learn how to give.ย
Much is at stake. So what is to be done to help local believers understand the positively stunning promises of God’s word when it comes to giving generously? Having now better understood their motivations that empower radical hospitality, I think we should start drawing on these same motivations to also empower giving. Essentially, the category for sacrificial giving already exists, and deeply so, within local culture. For believers, then, who are empowered by even deeper gospel motivations, it just needs to be expanded to include supporting the local church and missions financially. This might mean shifting how we talk about giving, such that we use more hospitality-specific vocabulary. It certainly means using the ‘guests are God’s guests’ mindset as an illustration of how God is calling believers to trust and obey when it comes to giving away their family’s funds.ย
Tim Keller used to call this kind of thing floating the B doctrines on the A doctrines. Locally, giving money to the church is a B doctrine, something that our Central Asians don’t naturally resonate with. In fact, some find it a bit offensive, given how hard their lives are. But sacrificial Christian hospitality is an A doctrine, something local believers can yes and amen with incredible gusto and experience. By connecting them and showing how the one empowers the other, we ‘float’ the offensive one on the one that already deeply resonates. By doing so, we can help unlock new areas of obedience or belief that were previously no-go zones because of a given culture’s particular brokenness.ย
While we’re at it, some of this should probably flow the other way as well. We from the Western church could use a renovation of our motivations for hospitality. As I just read this morning, God really does take care of the Shunammite woman in response to her hospitality toward Elisha (2 Kings 4, 8). This woman leaped at the chance to host God’s prophet, seemingly trusting that this guest was an opportunity to put herself in the way of God’s blessing. In response, God graciously gave her a son, and later, her land back. Even more than this, Christ assures us that if we even offer a cup of cold water to another believer, it’s like we’re offering a cup of cold water to Christ himself – an act that will not be forgotten by the great rewarder (Matt 10:42).
I had to remind myself of these things this week, as a single brother struggling with a recent breakup asked to come spend the night with us again. I was already tired, and I knew saying yes would mean a late night of listening and trying to give comfort and counsel. However, I was helped to say yes more from the heart by remembering that this was, in fact, God showing his careย for me, that he was giving me an opportunity to serve, and thereby to know more of his joy and provision. It’s more blessed to give than to receive, right?ย
In this area, we can learn a great deal from our Central Asian friends. Guests really are evidence that God cares for us, that he will take care of us. And now in Christ, more so than we could ever imagine.ย
If you have been helped or encouraged by the content on this blog, would you consider supporting this writing and our family while we serve in Central Asia? You canย give hereย through the blog orย contact meย to find out how to give through our organization.ย
One of the international churches in our region is looking for an associate pastor and our kidsโ TCK school is also in need of teachers for the 2026-2027 school year. If you have a good lead, shoot me aย note here.
Blogs are not set up well for finding older posts, so Iโve added an alphabetized index of all the story and essay posts Iโve written so far. You can peruseย that here
For my list of recommended books and travel gear,ย click here.
Mullah Mahmoud Mullah Salim* had left us downright speechless – quite the feat considering the rest of us had stayed up all night arguing.
The setting was that I’d been invited to spend the night in the university dormitory. But instead of getting any sleep, a group of local students and I had stayed up, engaged in rigorous but friendly debate about the claims of Islam vs. the claims of the gospel. The most vocal and passionate of these students, Job and Robert*, were from a rural area about an hour and a half northwest of Poet City.
I had recently learned a new way to share the gospel with Muslims, one that focused on telling a sequence of stories about Old Testament prophets and their sacrifices. This story set built and built until the climax where John the Baptist sees Jesus and cries out, “Behold the lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world!” In this way, I pressed the case that all the true prophets agreed that Jesus had to die as the final sacrifice and rise from the dead in order for there to be forgiveness of sins.
This was a new line of reasoning for these young Muslim men, one they had never encountered before. I could tell that a lot of them were struggling to answer the logic that came from hearing story after story, many of which Islam shared, that clearly pointed to Jesus being God’s promised sacrifice. The Qur’an says that its message agrees with the previous holy books. So why did it seem there was such central disagreement when it came to this theme of salvation by sacrifice alone?
But Job and Robert, in particular, weren’t going to give in. Robert’s father was a mullah, an Islamic preacher, so he knew his Islamic orthodoxy and apologetics very well.
“I will never let Jesus be the sacrifice for my sins! I will be the sacrifice for my own sins!” he eventually proclaimed.
It was sobering to hear Robert say this after a whole night of debate, but at least he was rejecting the gospel from a place of clarity. Far too often, our unbelieving friends reject the gospel without actually understanding what we’re trying to say.
At some point before sunrise, Job had called a mullah friend that he knew from back home. After he had woken him up and explained the situation to him, he had somehow convinced him to get on a bus and come to our city. This man, I was assured, would be able to show me the errors of my thinking.
The sun was up and shining by the time Mullah Mahmoud Mullah Salim arrived, looking a bit sick from his early morning bus ride but otherwise ready to jump into the fray. The students then asked me to explain my case to the good mullah. I did so, once again laying out the sequence of the eight or so stories that built the case for Jesus’ being God’s one true sacrifice for the sins of the world. Then, we waited for his response.
“Everything you have said is true, according to the Holy Qur’an,” Mullah Mahmoud said when I was done, much to everyone’s surprise, including mine.
“It is?” I said, somewhat confused.
“But… but Islam teaches that Jesus didn’t die on the cross!” Job protested.
“Wrong!” said Mullah Mahmoud. Then, he broke off into a nasal melodic chant:
“Dh qaala llaahu yaa ‘Iesaa innii mutawaffeeka wa raafi’uka ilayya wa mutahhiruka minal ladheena kafaruu, wa jaa’ilul ladheenat taba’ooka fawqal ladheena kafaruu ilaa yawmil qiyaamah; thumma ilayya marji’ukum fa ahkumu baynakum feemaa kuntum feehi takhtalifuun!”
It’s always bothered me when local Muslims quote the Qur’an in Arabic during religious conversations. I understand why they do it, since Islam teaches that Qur’anic translations into local languages don’t actually count as the word of Allah (they call them commentaries instead). But since so few locals actually know classical Arabic, this often just seems a tactic designed to shut down any objections from the plebes who don’t speak the alleged ‘language of paradise.’
As usual, the rest of us just sat there while the Mullah did his recitation, waiting for him to get to the point and explain things in a language the rest of us could understand.
Enjoying a dramatic pause, Mullah Mahmoud, at last, went on to explain. He had just quoted Surat Ali ‘Imran 3:55.
In English, it can be translated as, “Remember when Allah said, โO Jesus! I will take you and raise you up to Myself. I will deliver you from those who disbelieve, and elevate your followers above the disbelievers until the Day of Judgment. Then to Me you will all return, and I will settle all your disputes.”
However, the mullah contended, there is a translation issue in the Arabic word mutawaffeeka. In Qur’anic Arabic, he contended, it means, “I will cause you to die.” Not “I will take you.”
“Jesus the Messiah died on the cross!” the mullah proclaimed triumphantly.
This is what left the rest of us stunned and quite unsure of what to say next. The poor, sleep-deprived university students looked somewhat gutted. They had argued all night long, brought in the backup they had thought would deal the final blow against the Christian message, only to have the mullah agreeing with the Christian!”
“Of course,” he added, clearing his throat, “that doesn’t mean he’s the Son of God or anything. Just that he did die on the cross and then ascended to paradise. There’s always been a stream of sound Muslim scholars who have believed this way.”
Job was clearly surprised and perplexed at what his friend had done. Robert looked like he had discovered a traitor in the ranks, and a leader at that. I, for my part, got the good mullah’s phone number. If he really believed that Jesus died on the cross, then we needed to be friends.
This was the beginning of one of the oddest friendships I would have during that first year on the field as a single. Mullah Mahmoud Mullah Salim was tall and lanky young mullah, with large ears, a pointy chin, and wide, energetic eyes. He had a broad toothy smile that contrasted with his short dark beard. He, like his father before him (hence the two Mullahs in his full name), was in charge of the small mosque in a village so small it was named Matches, i.e. as small as a matchbox. When Mullah Mahmoud sat down cross-legged on the floor, his process of folding up his long pointy limbs resembled the migratory storks native to his area that built huge nests on top of the electricity towers, birds the local language has colorfully named the ‘leggy pilgrims.’
But Mullah Mahmoud was an odd bird in other ways as well. I soon learned that he loved to craft flowery lines of over-the-top poetic affection – and to quote them to me in our conversations.
“You are my brother! And your mother is my aunt! And you are in the garden of my heart! And I will put a chair in that garden and you will sit there! And there will be flowers! And little butterflies will fly around you! Ahahaha-ha!”
Now, our people group are known for their highly verbal culture of respect. They say all kinds of things to one another in daily interactions that seem odd or over-the-top to Westerners. But Mullah Mahmoud was taking things to another level of weird (though thankfully, still platonic as far as I could tell). I’ll often try to respond back to my Central Asian with a few appropriate phrases like “You are a respectable one,” or “You are my big brother,” etc. But when Mullah Mahmoud would go on one of his flowery monologues I would often find myself pretty much unable to respond at all,
“Um… thanks? So then…”
This never seemed to deter him, however, so over time, I came to dread the long flowery calls from Mullah Mahmoud more and more. But I kept the friendship going, one, to be polite, but two, because Mullah Mahmoud was genuinely open to serious Bible study.
I don’t think he’d ever known a true Christian before, so when he would visit he was fascinated to sit down with me and my teammates and to pore over the Bible together. First, we got him a Bible in his native language. Then he asked for one in English as well, and then later one in Arabic. We were more than happy to oblige.
During one visit, we pulled an all-nighter of our own, staying up until the dawn answering question after question by taking him to various passages of scripture.
“This message of the good news is so beautiful, so amazing. That God become a man like this to save us from our sins…” I remember him saying this as we sat at the kitchen table, sipping tea in the early morning sunlight.
For several months, Mullah Mahmoud seemed like he might be getting close to genuine faith. He was careful not to show this when we were having discussions together with other Muslims, such as when we visited Job and his relatives together, who lived just a couple villages down the road from the mullah. Instead, he would even publicly attack Christianity and the Bible. This initially surprised me, but I learned that in an honor-shame context it’s not uncommon for someone who is genuinely open to only reveal that in private, while in public they maintain a robustly pro-Islam appearance. For a mullah with public religious responsibilities, this was even more understandable.
However, a day came when the questions began to shift, moving away from questions of substance toward pointing out alleged contradictions in the Biblical text like the number of Solomon’s chariot stables. This seemed to be evidence that Mullah Mahmoud had started listening to Islamic apologists like Zakr Naik, figures that excel in taking Bible verses out of context and in keeping Muslims fixated on tangential things and distracted from considering the more important questions at stake.
Before I went back to the US, I visited Mullah Mahmoud and stayed with him for a couple nights at his home in Matches village. On this visit, I remember pressing him hard when we were alone on the fact that he had gone back to maintaining that the Bible had been changed. I insisted that if he truly believed this, then he was admitting he held that men were stronger than God, that some group of Jews or Christians somewhere could somehow altar the eternal word of God which God has promised multiple times to protect forever. His response was to claim that the ‘true Bible’ had actually been preserved by God, but must have hidden in a mosque in Yemen or somewhere like that.
In the face of silly arguments like that, it was clear to me that the window of genuine openness had closed. I was sad that this odd friend of mine would, after months of serious study, settle for the status quo instead of eternal life. Yes, had he followed Jesus his life would have been completely upended, perhaps even forfeit. His wife would probably have left him. The villagers of his area would at least run him out if not try to kill him, such would be the threat they’d feel from an Islamic leader that becomes a Christian. It’s likely that Mullah Mahmoud Mullah Salim had counted the cost, and found it to be simply too high.
But as far as I know, he never went back on his earlier belief that Jesus had indeed died on the cross. And he never got rid of his Bibles in three different languages. This means that the Word of God is sitting there in little Matches village, like a spiritual time bomb waiting to go off, either in Mullah Mahmoud’s heart or in someone else’s.
It’s never worked out to reconnect with him. Part of me is not sure I can bear enduring the awful poetic phone calls were we to get back in touch. And part of me is not sure of revisiting a high-intensity relationship where so much sowing seemed to demonstrate, in the end, shallow soil. There are so many others who have not yet the chance to hear the good news.
So, for now, I’ve put Mullah Mahmoud Mullah Salim in the category of “If God wants us back in touch, he’ll providentially cause our paths to cross.” Over the years I’ve found this to be a helpful category to have for complicated past relationships where good investment didn’t necessarily lead to good fruit.
But I will never forget the bomb that Mullah Mahmoud dropped that morning in that university dorm room. An Islamic mullah who actually believed that Jesus really did die on the cross. What an unexpected thing to find in the wild. And what a good reminder that sometimes the most unlikely of people might, in fact, be those closest to the kingdom.
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We’ve never been this close to a war before. We’ve had near brushes with terrorism, yes, and we’ve been through our fair share of unpredictable geopolitical crises. But thirteen consecutive days of missiles and drones being (mostly) intercepted and exploding in the skies around our city? This is a qualitatively new experience.ย
We are learning some interesting things. Here are a few of them:
The sound of certain incoming or intercepted missiles is just like that of a normal low-flying plane being suddenly interrupted by a distant firework.
Other weapons, such as ballistic missiles or C-RAM air defense systems, sound a lot scarier.
The smell of missiles and drones intercepted nearby is just like that of fireworks or cheap firecrackers.
The line between wide-eyed curiosity and genuine fear is a fine one, crossed at different places for different individuals, and often unpredictable even for oneself.
X (formerly Twitter) is a powerful resource for both real-time security updates (I’m talking even seconds after an explosion is heard) as well as lots of misleading photoshopped or AI images.
Having contacts with access to detailed intelligence and analysis is far more helpful than relying on official government communication.ย
Knowing the local language and having lots of local friends is priceless when it comes to risk assessment and situational awareness.ย
Iranians, God bless them, when backed into a corner, will not respond the way Westerners expect them to. One of my best friends back in the West is an Iranian, so I have seen this on an interpersonal level, and am now seeing it play out on the international level. Exhibit A: None of us would have ever expected our friends in Dubai to receive so many more attacks than we have here.ย
Humor is important for processing times like this. We may or may not have used AI to insert Godzilla into one fake photoshopped image that claimed to show our city going up in flames, then sent it to a certain subset of friends that we knew would appreciate it.
It’s good to have an internal room without windows set up with mattresses and 72 hours of water and food, just in case.
It’s also important to make sure that if the boys play with Legos in said safe room, they clean them up. During an attack in the predawn darkness the other day, I heard my wife call out, “Gah! The only thing worse than a drone attack is stepping on Legos during a drone attack!”
It’s far too easy to get lost in doom-scrolling for hours during crises like these, and to lose sight of important daily disciplines.ย It is stunning how the brain can turn to mush and motivation utterly evaporate when wars and rumors of wars take over our social media feeds.
Community, especially Christian community, is utterly essential. Wise precautions sometimes need to be taken, but nothing comforts and encourages the heart in wartime like gathering with other believers to sit under the word, pray, laugh, and lament together. Isolation leads to trauma. Face-to-face community leads to courage and resilience.
1st Peter is a great book to preach during times like this. This is what the local language church just started preaching through at the beginning of the war, having planned beforehand to do so โ something that was very obviously God’s timing. Last week, we started hearing the ‘fireworks’ in the distance while the pastor was preaching an overview of the book and expounding chapter 4 verse 8, “Beloved, do not be surprised atย the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you.” After half a dozen muted explosions, the congregation was getting nervous. Wisely, the pastor paused to acknowledge what was happening and to pray. Then, he got back to the sermon. The congregation calmed down, then leaned into theย remarkablyย applicable texts we were hearing. For our context, this was a good way to respond. Civilian infrastructure has not yet been targeted in our city, so we were just as safe sitting in the church gathering as anywhere else we could have gone. And if some stray crashing drone had somehow found us there, then what better way to go? After the sermon, we took communion and sang together. I, for one, was deeply thankful that we had chosen to gather.
Last lesson for now: There is an interesting place that is neither feeling compelled to stay nor compelled to go, but simply feeling free โ free to stay and serve until something big changes or the war comes to an end. That’s where we currently find ourselves. We hope to steward this season and freedom well, as long or as short as it may be.ย
May God grant peace and a swift and just end to this war. And may its end result in greater access for the gospel. Pray with us to that end.
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I was excited to see that Josh Garrels has recently put out a song based on the ancient prayer, Saint Patrick’s Breastplate. While aspects of this prayer have made its way into a number of worship songs, this song from Garrels contains some solid chunks from the long prayer. Still, I found myself wishing he had written another verse working in some of the more ancient and, to us, strange lyrics of this old missionary prayer. But overall it is a really good song, the kind of which I hope we get more of. There are some very powerful lyrics passed down to us from the ancient church. Put them together with melodies we can sing and hum now and that’s one lovely fusion.
Here’s what I wrote about this fascinating prayer more than five years ago when I first posted about it:
This ancient Irish prayer was written either by Patrick or by one of his early Irish disciples. Notice how Trinitarian this prayer is. Notice how Christ-centered it is. Notice also how holistic it is – there is no sense in which the spiritual realm and the physical creation are against one another. Both belong to God and are on the side of the Christian. Notice the clues that show how real the persecution and danger still were when this prayer was written. The author reminds himself that he is not alone, but that he stands in a long and honorable line of spiritual beings and faithful believers. He constantly reminds himself that the true reward that matters is that which comes on the last day. As he preaches God’s word, he calls on all the power of God to protect him from enemies within and enemies without, among whom were the still-dangerous Celtic druids. The author doesn’t pretend their power isn’t real, but contends that the power of God is greater. Ultimately, the author trusts in the presence of Christ in the midst of the many dangers he faces. This is the kind of prayer we need to be writing in today’s contexts of persecution.
I arise today; Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity; Through a belief in the threeness; Through confession of the oneness; Of the Creator of Creation.
I arise today; Through the strength of Christ’s birth with his baptism; Through the strength of his crucifixion with his burial; Through the strength of his resurrection and his ascension; Through the strength of his descent for the judgment of Doom.
I arise today; Through the strength of the love of Cherubim; The obedience of angels; In the service of archangels; In hope of resurrection to meet with reward; In prayers of patriarch; In predictions of prophets; In preaching of apostles; In faith of confessors; In innocence of holy virgins; In deeds of righteous men.
I arise today; Through the strength of heaven: Light of sun; Radiance of moon; Splendor of fire; Speed of lightning; Swiftness of wind; Depth of Sea; Stability of earth; Firmness of rock.
I arise today; Through God’s strength to pilot me; God’s might to uphold me; God’s wisdom to guide me; God’s eye to look before me; God’s ear to hear me; God’s word to speak for me; God’s hand to guard me; God’s way to lie before me; God’s shield to protect me; God’s host to save us; From snares of devils; From temptation of vices; From everyone who shall wish me ill; Afar and near; Alone and in multitude.
I summon today all these powers between me and those evils; Against every cruel merciless power that may oppose my body and soul; Against incantations of false prophets; Against black laws of pagandom; Against false laws of heretics; Against craft of idolatry; Against spells of witches and smiths and wizards; Against every knowledge that corrupts man’s body and soul.
Christ to shield me today; Against poison, against burning; Against drowning, against wounding; So that there may come to me abundance of reward. Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me; Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me; Christ on my right, Christ on my left; Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise; Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me; Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me; Christ in the eye that sees me; Christ in the ear that hears me.
I arise today; Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity; Through belief in the threeness; Through confession of the oneness; Of the Creator of Creation.
Patrick or one of his spiritual descendants; translated by Cahill, How the Irish Saved Civilization, pp. 116-119
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Yesterday, I saw a claim made by an American pastor-missionary-trainer that he was heading to a nearby country to do some training with leaders from our region. Among other things, he said that one of the ‘streams’ this network of leaders represents has 100 churches in one of our sister unreached people groups. This is a group that shares the same ethnic name as our focus people group, but speaks a different related language.
100 churches! Amazing, right? The Spirit must really be on the move in this part of the world!
Here’s the problem. The long-term workers on the ground who have actually learned the language to an advanced level only know of one church among that language group, and that a very unhealthy one. Some of our dear friends have labored for years in this unreached language and are finally on the cusp of planting a church – the first healthy church in that language group. And it’s not like some political border means we can’t easily go and verify either. The entirety of this language group’s homeland is right here in the country where we and these other missionaries live, only a short drive from where we live in Caravan City.
So, who’s right? The international trainer with the exciting claims or the missionaries on the ground who can speak the locals’ mother tongue and are neck-deep in direct discipleship relationships?
Sadly, this is not an uncommon occurrence in global missions. While it usually takes place in other regions of the world, with South Asia in particular being notorious for its wild claims of movements to Christ, every once in a while, I’ll hear of some organization making similar claims for our people group or those related to it. I cannot say much about South Asia or the fantastical claims made about what is happening there. But when it comes to our corner of Central Asia, I can testify that these claims are almost always smoke and mirrors.
“I’m immediately skeptical of whoever this is.”
This was my response when I heard this week about this leader and his trainings and his claims of 100 churches among our sister people group. This is because the different factors in this sort of claim combine to make a particular sort of smell, the smell of someone taking advantage of the people of God. The odor of someone doing the kind of work that soon disappears into the wind like so much chaff, while they then move on to some other work with an even better ROI.
Here’s a formula of sorts that tends to hold up pretty well here in Central Asia, and likely across the broader missions world:
A foreigner, more often than not non-residential, who doesn’t learn the language
+ short-term translated “trainings,” often in third countries or online
+ reports of amazing numbers of disciples and churches planted
+ ministry done solely and indirectly through paid local partners
+ claims that simple New Testament methods are being rediscovered and used
+ assurances that “God is moving in an unprecedented way among ______ !”
+ lots of appeals for money
_______________________
= someone is getting played
There are variations of the above formula, of course, but the fact that someone is getting played tends to stay constant across the board when you have a combination of the above ingredients. And by someone, I primarily mean generous believers back in the West who give to the trainer’s organization because they genuinely care about the advance of the gospel. These believers back in the homeland are deceived both into giving and into thinking that God is working in ways he is not actually working. Both are terrible ways to deceive people. But I would argue the second is probably more evil than the first. Tricking people out of their money is bad, of course, but relatively mainstream as far as sin goes. But Jesus said someย terrifyingย things about those who attribute the work of the Holy Spirit to Beelzebul (Matthew 12:31-32). What might that mean about those who deceive others into thinking something is a work of the Spirit when it’s actually a work of Mammon?ย
Not only that, but the effect on believers on either side of the world when they find they’ve been duped is awful. I have seen this effect firsthand among locals. For those who were unfortunate enough to first be exposed to Christianity in one of these evangelical missions money hustles, if they’re not successfully seduced into the hustle, there is a terrible moment when they realize that the leaders in this Jesus thing are just like those in Islam – hypocrites out for selfish gain. The light seems to fade from their face, and their whole demeanor sinks back into a guarded skepticism. After this, they are often unwilling to gather with believers again for years to come, if ever. Again, Jesus says terrifying things about those who cause little ones, such as new believers, to stumble (Luke 17:2). Some who are lauded as inspirational missionaries in this world will be wearing millstones in the next.ย
If you look again at the above formula, you’ll notice that each of the parts on its own, except for the end result, is not necessarily bad. In fact, each part can be done faithfully. For example, there are some countries where missionaries can’t get visas. It’s not always necessary or possible for someone to learn the local language in order to do solid training. Genuine movements of God have happened in church history, such as the first Great Awakening or the Korean Pentecost. Sometimes ministry needs to be done primarily through local partners, and sometimes those local partners should be paid. There are times to return to simpler NT methods when good extra-biblical traditions have become too cumbersome. And appeals for money are good when made by faithful workers, as even Paul himself modeled. Yet there’s something about combining all of these ingredients together in our current era of evangelical missions that tends to be evidence that something poisonous is taking place. Bleach is a good household tool. So is vinegar. Put them together, and you get a deadly chlorine gas.
There are three ways I’ve observed in which the foreign-trainer figure is complicit or not in the overall deception. First, there are situations where the foreign leader is himself fully deceived by the local partners, though the foreigner is a faithful Christian trying to do good work. I once knew of a solid Reformed pastor who would visit our region every year in order to partner with a local leader up in the mountains. Sadly, I would later learn this local brother he was partnering with was a textbook wolf. Like all wolves in sheep’s clothing, he was very good at deception, so he managed to secure lots of funding and visits from this faithful pastor through things like strategic photos, compelling stories, and crowded house church services full of mobilized ‘believers’ that would suddenly appear whenever this pastor happened to be in town. But this local man was the same one who was making sure that all of the residential missionaries got reported to the secret police and run out of town. This faithful pastor unfortunately died before we had the chance to expose how he was being deceived.ย
For non-residential leaders who want to avoid this first kind of situation, the best thing to do is to befriend trustworthy long-term missionaries or local pastors on the ground who can help you vet potential partners. These need to be missionaries or pastors who know the language and who can verify, in-person whenever possible, that your local partners are really who they say they are. For those living on the field, the best course of action to avoid this is to go ahead and learn the language and culture yourself, or to make sure that some on your team do. It’s shocking how much can be missed when partnership is happening through translation.
The second category is when the foreigner-trainer is aware that the reality of things is not exactly the same as what is being presented when they send out their newsletters. But because they feel that so much good is being done through this ministry or movement, or because they just don’t want conflict, they choose to turn a blind eye to the billows of black smoke filling the sky that seem to suggest that there is a fire somewhere around here. Those who choose this path are guilty of deceiving themselves, of people-pleasing, of foolishness, and maybe even of cowardice. Rather than continuing to listen to the voice of naivete or fear, leaders or trainers in this category need to get clarity on what is really happening in the ministry they are partnering with. Again, those in this category have no better allies than those long-termers on the ground. Then, they need to take courage, repent of their part, confront those doing the deception, and make a clean break. Yes, even if that means they are the Western guy telling the indigenous pastors that they are in sin.
The third category belongs to the actual hustlers. These are the missionary-trainer types who are fully complicit in the deception. They have learned how to tell stories, share stats, and manipulate well-meaning believers so that the money flows for the projects themselves, for their local partners, for their own dopamine hits, and for their own pockets. I hate that this is actually happening on the mission field, but it is. It’s happening even in our own corner of Central Asia. These hustler types tend to be great communicators, amazing fundraisers, skillful project managers – and wickedly good at all kinds of gaslighting and deception. Their amazing level of travel, projects, and output shields them from criticism. As does the radical-seeming nature of their work, usually being connected to some country or region that is known as militantly anti-Christian. Who wants to question the work of someone who claims to be facilitating church-planting movements in regions that have been devastated by ISIS, for example?
Those in this category are playing a very dangerous game. At best, if they are believers, then they risk making it into the kingdom by the skin of their teeth, while all their work is exposed as chaff and burned up (1 Cor 3:13-15). At worst, they are false believers whose entire lives and ministries are built around using the Great Commission for the sake of personal gain. Based on God’s wrath against those like Simon the sorcerer, Ananias and Sapphira, and Judas, I’m confident there is a special part of hell for people like this.ย
No particular kind of methodology is fully immune to these sorts of predatory missionaries. But some methodologies are, by their very philosophy and structure, much more compatible with deception. I’ve not often come out in my writing directly against DMM (disciple making movements) and movement methodology practitioners. I know that there are some out there who are careful believers who are trying to use these methodologies in ways that are faithful to scripture. I respect these workers’ motives, even as I disagree with them about their work. But after a couple of decades now, the evidence is mounting that the results of these methodologies are often highly questionable and concerning. At the very least, a DMM-type approach provides the perfect cover for someone who wants deceive God’s people for the sake of financial gain, whether that be a local who is deceiving his foreign partner, or locals and foreigners who are in on it together.
Every part of the above formula for someone getting played is compatible with the way DMM is often carried out on the field. Missionary ‘facilitators’ or ‘trainers’ are encouraged to be non-residential, or to not invest costly years in direct language and culture learning, but instead to increase their ROI by leaning fully on locals, who are, as is often pointed out, much cheaper to fund. Instead of long decades of direct evangelism, discipleship, and modeling by example, DMM tends to advocate short trainings where the trainees are then responsible to go out and implement what they’ve learned without any direct involvement of the missionary. DMM practitioners make all kinds of claims about astounding numbers of disciples made and churches planted, often in the parts of the world that are most resistant to the gospel. And these claims go hand in hand with claims of recovering New Testament methodology where ‘everyone is a disciple maker’ and where there are ‘no experts,’ emphases that tend to gut any real spiritual authority for the good guys, while creating all kinds of space for little tyrants to take over.ย
And then there’s money. Perhaps DMM practitioners in other parts of the world don’t do it this way. But here in our corner of Central Asia, DMM and lots of money changing hands absolutely go together. Of course they do. Amazing reports of gospel breakthrough in hard places inspire God’s people to give generously. And money, at least temporarily, is a wonderful lubricant to make sure a large network of locals falls in line with your particular silver-bullet methods.
Tangentially, many DMM emphases, such as its ‘no experts’ approach and dislike of formal organization and preaching, are terrible contextualization for our Central Asian culture. This means that locals will, temporarily, do what they need to in order to secure their monthly funding – or at least take enough pictures and videos to make it appear so. But once the money dries up, the locals don’t continue with their ‘disciple making.’ After all, these methods have been cooked up among Western missiologists who are stuck in their own post-institutional, egalitarian, results-driven cultural moment. Even if we don’t talk about their biblical merits or lack thereof, these approaches don’t make any sense to our Central Asian neighbors. Once the money is gone, one of my favorite old adages comes out again,ย
“Welcome to Central Asia, where all the methodologies come to die.”
Friends, watch out for the above formula. It is often the case that these ingredients together are a recipe for deception in missions, or at least for poor work that won’t stand the test of time. The advocates of this sort of work often sound so good. But just like grandma said, if it sounds too good to be true, it usually is. And as is the case when I heard about these 100 churches in our area (that don’t exist), when these ingredients are combined, someone is getting played.
Note: I followed up and did some research on the leader making these claims. Sadly, all indications are that he’s a category 3 hustler type. “Borderline criminal” is how one faithful long-time worker among that people group put it. Lord, have mercy. May God grow his church here and protect the local believers as well as those back in the West from those who would use them for selfish gain.
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Back in 2008, my fellow single teammates and I were invited to help with some English clubs that Ron*, an older missionary veteran, had set up at various universities. One of these clubs was the setting for that one time when a few of us donned overalls and fake hillbilly beards and tried to lead an auditorium of very perplexed Central Asian students in a rousing rendition of Soggy Bottom Boys’ย Man of Constant Sorrow.
I also started traveling with Ron once a month to a university in a city three hours south of us. This city was down in the desert flatlands, and much hotter than Poet City, the kind of place where after a five-minute walk in the bazaar your shirt is already soaked through with sweat.
I remember making this drive one time with Ron when he pointed out the old ruins of Zoroastrian fire towers up on a nearby peak.
“A.W.,” he said in his Texan accent, “Next time we do this drive, we should stop and climb up to those towers, lay hands on them, and pray down Chemosh! Pretty sure he’s the territorial spirit still in charge of this land.”
I turned to see if Ron was joking. Nope. He was dead serious. I did my best to answer diplomatically. Ron was, after all, an older veteran missionary who had served in multiple countries. He regularly published articles in well-known missions periodicals and had been in leadership positions probably longer than I had been alive. But I was pretty sure then, and still am now, that Ron and I laying hands on Zoroastrian ruins and attempting to rebuke an ancient Babylonian god would have little effect on the power that Islam currently exerted over our local friends. Not that the same cadre of demons can’t be behind these three very different evil religious systems. And not that prayer is ineffective. But more because the Bible seems to have us taking on demonic rulers, powers, and principalitiesย asymmetrically, primarily as we engage other humans with gospel proclamation, pray for them, and plant healthy churches. As well as, of course, the occasional exorcism.ย
Even then, as a newly continuationist twenty-year-old, something felt very off about the way that certain missions circles turn casting down territorial spirits and doing spiritual mapping into their own kinds of pseudo-science, theories that they discuss and act on so confidently with so little actual biblical grounding.
But I digress. This is not a post about territorial spirits and spiritual mapping. This is a post about evangelism gone wrong.
Ron was leaving the country. Like other missionaries at the time, he looked at the young network of indigenous house churches that had been planted across our region and assumed that it was high time for the Westerners to “trust the Spirit” and “get out of the way.” This kind of assumption would, of course, lead to the tragic implosion of most of these house churches just a couple of years later. Their leaders weren’t even close to being ready for their mentors to leave them on their own. And most of the young local believers, like my friend Adam*, would be scattered to the wind.ย
But in the summer of 2008, things were looking so promising that our people group was being held up by some organizations as a good example of how missionaries among Muslim people groups could get it right. And pioneering types like Ron were itching to move on and to hand off the projects they had started. That was the intention for this trip. Ron was going to say his goodbyes in this desert city and try to set things up so that my team (which was three college dudes at that point) could take over the English club.
After the meetings were finished, a group of us went out to dinner together to celebrate over some good local food. Ron, his wife, and a single gal who was on their team were all flying out that week. So, this was their final meal with Muhammad*, a young local man who had been working as their project facilitator/translator for some time.
These young local fixer-types are absolutely crucial for so many of the NGOs operating in our corner of Central Asia. They help us expats navigate government processes, serve as our culture advisors, interpret for us when needed, and do all sorts of practical intern work, whether it’s vehicles or offices or even just knowing where to find things in the endless alleys of the bazaar. If they are working for a Christian NGO, then they usually end up hearing the gospel a lot. Some of them come to faith. Others of them stay stuck in a weird long-term posture of being pro-Western, Christianity-friendly, and very much still committed to Islam.
Apparently, the latter was Muhammad’s posture. But seeing that this was his last chance, Ron was determined to press him hard on the gospel. So, at some point toward the end of the meal, Ron suddenly called Muhammad out, asking him if he was ready to leave Islam and believe in Jesus. The abruptness of this pivot in the middle of the meal we’d been having caught us all a bit off-guard, Muhammad included. But Muhammad was a respectful and tactful guy from a culture not as uncomfortable as ours is with direct questions about religion. So, he recovered quickly, finding an honorable way to tell his boss, a much older man, that no, he was not going to do what he was suggesting.
Ron, however, didn’t take the way out of the conversation that Muhammad had just extended to him. Instead, he pressed harder. Muhammad, sensing that he now needed to defend his beliefs which were being publicly challenged, starting pushing back more himself, bringing up many of the typical objections Muslims have against Christianity: Jesus isn’t the Son of God, Jesus didn’t die on the cross, the Bible’s been changed, the Trinity is illogical, and of courseย man can get to paradise by doing enough good deeds.ย
This is where I came in. For some months, I had been engaged in almost daily evangelistic and apologetic conversations with my Central Asian friends. And I had been loving it. I had developed a strong arsenal of biblical, logical, and cultural responses to all of the typical Islamic objections to the gospel. One by one, I began to dismantle everything Muhammad was saying.
This went on for some time. Ron would press. Muhammad would defend. I would dismantle. I was downright energized at how quickly my mind was working and how effectively the arguments seemed to be rolling off my tongue. I knew the case I was building was a powerful one. I didn’t know Muhammad super well, but surely, he would sense the truth in what we were saying and come around. I could clearly see that Muhammad’s claims were being destroyed, one by one, and I was encouraged by this. That is, until I looked up and noticed Rachel*, the single gal on Ron’s team, sitting off to the side of the table and looking at Muhammad with a look of pain on her face.
What does that mean? I wondered to myself.
I followed her gaze to Muhammad’s face, and that’s when I also noticed. Muhammad’s expression had become defensive, his eyes dark and hurt. It was the face of someone who had been trapped by those he thought were his friends, someone whose trust had been betrayed in the middle of a meal meant to honor his departing coworkers. It was the demeanor of someone who had been shamed by those he had been loyal to, not the look of someone being won by the beauty of the gospel at all. No, I suddenly realized, it was the look of someone who had been driven further away from Jesus by evangelism – evangelism done in truth, but not in love.
Muhammad left that night very upset, not even wanting to say goodbye to Ron. Rachel left grieved. I left confused. But Ron left with a confident smile on his face, seemingly feeling like he had done his duty. Later on, he complimented me on how well I had done in the conversation.
“You were on fire tonight, A.W.”
But I didn’t feel very happy about how things had gone. Yes, my arguments had been great. But something had gone very wrong in the whole relational dynamic of the evening. I had participated in some sort of evangelism that was so right it was wrong. We had won the argument, but lost the relationship. We had pinned Muhammad to the wall. In doing so, we had inadvertently communicated to him that he was only valuable to us if he believed in Jesus in the end.
I don’t know what ever became of Muhammad. I’ve never run into him in the years that have passed since that summer evening back in ’08. But I’ve thought of him many times over the years, regretting how things went down. It’s easy for evangelistic conversations to get emotional and even heated. To some extent, this is only natural when humans are debating things that are so personal and weighty. However, I’ve become convinced that faithful evangelism is just as much about the how as it is about the what.
Sure, some people will get offended and upset even if the evangelist’s demeanor remains loving and relational. But it is the duty of the evangelist, as much as it depends on them, to communicate grace and gentleness right alongside the bright and sharp truths of their words. The wise evangelist keeps a constant eye on the body language of the hearer, watching out for evidence that the tenor of the conversation is pushing them too far. And if it comes down to winning the argument or losing the relationship, the wise evangelist puts the argument aside for now and protects the relationship.
Again, this is not always possible. Some people will blow up at you or cut you off, even if your demeanor clearly communicates that you value them regardless of whether they accept your message or not. But far too often, Christians are only focused on winning the argument in the short-term. And they forget that a long-term friendship that revisits the gospel again and again is far more powerful than a one-time gospel smackdown that makes that unbeliever never want to see you again.ย
Is what I’m saying biblical? Consider Paul’s advice on evangelism in Colossians 4:5-6, “Walk in wisdom toward outsiders, making the best use of the time. Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person.”
Or, his advice to Timothy about how to navigate arguments, “And the Lordโs servant must not be quarrelsome but kind to everyone, able to teach, patiently enduring evil, correcting his opponents with gentleness. God may perhaps grant them repentance leading to a knowledge of the truth, and they may come to their senses and escape from the snare of the devil, after being captured by him to do his will” (2 Timothy 2:24-26).
The Bible has a category for prioritizing the relationship over the argument. That doesn’t mean we don’t speak the truth. But it does mean we need to pay careful attention to how we speak the truth. It’s possible to say the most offensive things with a demeanor that communicates care. That needs to be our goal. We want our unbelieving friends to be shocked by the hard truths we believe about them, and at the same time, shocked by how much we clearly love and care for them. This bizarre contrast should, in some ways, disturb them.
“How can they believe I deserve an eternal hell when they are the same ones who show me more genuine love than anyone else does?”
When our unbelieving friends are wrestling with these kinds of questions, we know we’ve gotten the posture right.
These days, most of my evangelism is taking place in my living room. Every week, we partner with some local believing friends by opening up our home for a long evening of chai, snacks, and spiritual conversation. About half of the fifteen or so men who come are believers, and about half are not. Many of these young unbelievers are post-Islamic angsty philosopher types, but a few mainstream Muslim guys come too. The conversations range all over the place, but every week a good number of us believers get to go deep into gospel truths.
As I’ve reflected on what exactly God is doing in these largely unstructured gatherings that leave our living room trashed every week and my wife and me with a ministry hangover the next morning, I think much of it might have to do with modeling relational evangelism for the local believers. Some of them, like a certain twenty-year-old I remember well, tend to get caught up in the emotion and the intensity of the discussions. One young believer, a passionate cage-stage Calvinist who is reading the Institutes via Google Translate, will often physically shake and have to excuse himself early because he’s gotten so worked up in an argument with an unbeliever about the gospel (or with a believer about TULIP).
However, the hope is that week in and week out, these brothers will continue to share the gospel even as they also show hospitality and steady friendship to the many unbelieving guys who are also coming. Yes, I delight to see these believers’ answers and arguments becoming more sound, biblical, and compelling. But just as much, I delight to see them light up with genuine joy when Mahmoud*, the stubborn taxi driver philosopher, arrives at the door after not coming around for a few weeks.
As with so many aspects of evangelism, itโs resting in the Spirit’s sovereignty that means that bold evangelism and genuine relational love need not be at odds with one another. Faithful evangelists can put the argument aside in order to care for the heart of the one they’ve been arguing with. How? Because they know that it’s not ultimately up to them to win. If Ron and I had leaned better on this truth all those years ago, we may still have shared the gospel with Muhammad that night. But once we sensed that he wasn’t yet open to Jesus, we could have put the conversation on pause, trusting that the Spirit would later open the door. It wasn’t necessary for us to force it. It wasn’t necessary for us to pin him against the wall and to publicly defeat him as we did.
Looking back, I’m sorry for the way things went down that night, even though I trust that God can sovereignly use even that aggressive conversation to draw Muhammad to himself. Who knows? He may already be a believer, wherever he is out there.
But I am also determined that, as much as it depends on me, I want to faithfully share the gospel, being willing to sometimes lose the argument. Why? To win the relationship. And that, perhaps forever.
If you have been helped or encouraged by the content on this blog, would you consider supporting this writing and our family while we serve in Central Asia? You can give here through the blog or contact me to find out how to give through our organization.
One of the international churches in our region is looking for an associate pastor and our kidsโ TCK school is also in need of teachers for the 2026-2027 schoolyear. If you have a good lead, shoot me a note here.
Blogs are not set up well for finding older posts, so Iโve added an alphabetized index of all the story and essay posts Iโve written so far. You can peruse that here
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Yes, it seems there is no end to the proverbs featuring donkeys in our Central Asian language. Here’s yet another one. The meaning of this proverb is similar to the Google/Oxford definition of that smelly and colorful American idiom, dumpster fire, “a chaotic or disastrously mishandled situation.”
Let’s say that someone has mismanaged things so badly that it seems there’s no solution to be found. That’s when you pull this proverb out.
There are daily household applications for this kind of a proverb, such as when questioning one child tattling about getting slapped in the face by a dirty sock leads back to the fact that they had just hit their sister, which then leads back to yet another sibling’s sin, which then leads to collective sin and foolishness against what all the offspring had been asked to do by their parents in the first place. Where does the discerning parent start when it’s general donkey dumpster fire behavior all around?
Then there are times in ministry when you are faced with situations so convoluted by sin and foolishness that it boggles the mind how one person could ever create such a tangled, knotted mess. Here I recall a season early on in marriage when we were invited to move into the upstairs of a family from our church for the sake of life-on-life community. Shortly after moving in and starting a new community group with this family, one that was full of messy new believers with their own needs of intensive care, it emerged that the father of the household where we were newly living had been regularly committing adultery with another Christian woman from the same neighborhood – a woman whose husband was known for his love of guns. The fallout and damage control required for this situation was its own kind of baptism by fire for me as a 24-year-old brand-new community group leader. It might someday merit a post of its own, if I can ever figure out how to tell the story. At least it can serve here as a fitting illustration for what it looks like to try to get the proverbial donkey out of the neck-deep mud at a local church level.
On the macro level, the political and ethnic situation of our entire region at large can often feel like this. Basically, every group has committed genocide against everyone else at some point, stolen each other’s land, oppressed one another, and then themselves gone on to suffer the same things. What does justice look like when everyone and their ancestors have everyone else’s and everyone else’s ancestors’ blood on their hands?
As we heard preached in the local language this past week, God’s word acknowledges the universality of these kinds of dumpster fires and braying donkeys stuck fast in the mud. The preacher of Ecclesiastes 7 concludes that section with this sober dose of realism, “This only have I found: God made mankind upright, but they have gone in search of many schemes” (Ecc 7:29). Alas, we fallen humans have a remarkable capacity to take God’s good gifts and to twist them into the most unbelievable messes.
As believers, we know that no mess is so intractable that God’s perfect grace and justice can’t eventually untangle and remake it, both now and in the coming resurrection. There is a real, if heavy, hope in that. This means we can confidently get down in the mud and begin digging. But we are right to lament the mess at the same time.
Thankfully, as is so often the case in Central Asia, there’s a proverb for that.ย
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One of the international churches in our region is looking for an associate pastor and our kidsโ TCK school is also in need of teachers for the 2026-2027 schoolyear. If you have a good lead, shoot me a note here.
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