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On any given day, it is summer somewhere in the world; and so it was this past February. Four of us left the United States on a cold winter day and stepped off the plane in Maputo, Mozambique, into the heat of the summer rainy season. Within twelve hours of our arrival, we were on the road to Chicuque, an old Methodist mission with a school and hospital on the grounds. The next two weeks were an exercise in adaptability. Adapting to the climate, remembering that landmines still lay in the beautiful grasslands, and adjusting to an ever-changing schedule. Illness and unimaginable hardships prevented several of our Mozambican Methodist presenters from being present; another arrived ill after more than a thousand kilometers of travel on roads pocked with enormous potholes. Several others would not be able to return to their places of ministry until the ferryboat underwent repairs. As I observed the gracious undaunted way that our hosts coped with change, one thing became very clear to me — The United Methodist Church of Mozambique is committed to preaching the gospel. In spite of calamities and contingences, illnesses and dangers that would daunt even the most committed, the Church in Mozambique continues to grow in explosive ways! In conversations with Bishop João Somane Machado, I learned that the Methodist Church in Mozambique had grown from around 33,000 in 1988 to well over 150,000 in 2000 A.D., and the church is still growing explosively. Without the benefit of scientific methodology, I have come to the following conclusions about possible reasons for the growth:
Bishop Machado was among the clergy who worked to broker Mozambique's lasting peace in 1992, and The United Methodist Church in Mozambique is known throughout the region for its work with Justa Paz (Just Peace). Their Justa Paz instructors and leaders are requested in many of the neighboring countries. I am not the first to frame comparisons between the churches outside of American borders and those located in many of our neighborhoods. I am a firm believer that faith can never be quantified; yet, I could not ignore the differences in fervor. For me, looking at the two frames of references was akin to comparing autumn with summer, or flaming embers with ashen coals. After sixteen days with our sisters and brothers in The United Methodist Church in Mozambique, my prayer for us is that we could relearn evangelism and church growth from their glorious example.
Posted 5-5-03.
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