Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Bibles for China

For the past several weeks, Joy! 102.5 has partnered with Bible League International for its "Don't Make Them Wait" campaign, in which funds are raised to send Bibles to persecuted Chinese Christians who have literally had God's Word ripped from their hands by the government.

With a donation of $4 per Bible, we initially set out to raise enough funds to send 1,875 Bibles to China, but we quickly increased that goal to 2,000 Bibles. The campaign was heavily promoted, both on the air and online via Facebook and Twitter. Each day, the Bible League provided us with our current count, and we continuously updated listeners on our progress.

More than a week prior to the end of the campaign, we were thrilled to learn that we had surpassed our goal of 2,000 Bibles! Even more exciting: when the campaign officially concluded last week, our final count was 3,737 Bibles for China! That's $14,948 raised by WOLC listeners! Praise God!

Between our efforts here in Princess Anne, Maryland, and the nearly 20 other participating Christian radio stations across the country, over 30,000 Bibles total will be sent to Chinese Christians anxiously waiting for their own copy of God's Word.

All of us here would like to thank everyone who helped make our partnership with Bible League International a huge success. Your generosity will change lives!

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Pray for the village of Jalalusiteli

Last week we received word that our good friend and head man from the village of Jalalusiteli was sick. With no air support and the river so low and no fuel anyway, there was nothing we could do but pray for him. Which we did, but we received word a few days ago that he had passed away. His name was Bosi Coima, We called him Hairy. He was a great friend. He accepted the Lord back in the early 80s and was instrumental in moving his village from way inland out to the banks of the Iyowei. Many people from his village have accepted the Lord since that time. Now however, they are under a lot of pressure to avenge Hairy's death.

As I have said before, no death to the Yanomamö are considered natural and must be avenged. Malaria kills in a way that is easy for the Yanomamö to confuse it with black magic. What normally happens is the person gets sick and slowly makes a recovery. This cycle repeats itself two or three times. (This is if the person does not receive the anti-malaria drugs,) After the cycle repeats two or three times, the person feels good enough to go back to work and many times just falls unconscious out in the garden before even making it home. Well, this is all the people need. As far as they were concerned, he was well, he was out working and someone did black magic and so goes the reasoning.

Because of how respected Hairy was, many people from all over went to his funeral. Most of them now are up there pressuring the village to go on a raid and avenge his death. The Christians are in the minority up there now and are under a lot of pressure to just be quite and let what happens happen. Please be much in prayer for Abraham and Nando, church leaders from here, who went up there to help the believers stand. Also be praying for Levi from Jalalusiteli that he will stand firm. These are difficult days as we are so short handed and are hamstrung due to no fuel to move around. Abraham and Nando and others from here just walked over, which is a long walk. If the base would not have been so short handed I would have walked over with them, I have done it many times, but it takes so long and with all that is going on with the the gove these days, I did not feel it was a good time for me to be gone that long. How my heart longs for the day I had that little experimental airplane flying here and Jalalusiteli was a short 15 minutes away. Jalalusiteli is one of our bases and has an airstrip which is also closed right now.

prayer requests:
Pray the Christians in the village of Jalalusiteli stand firm for the gospel
Pray they might be a strong testimony for Christ and the new life we have in HIM
Pray we might be able to get our airstrips reopened. This is critical. Many many Yanomamö have died with no medical help.
Pray once we get our airstrips opened back up we might be able to get our own air program established. We helped, in a financial way, a small company replace their hijacked airplane and they are currently providing us with air service for which we are grateful but they can only fly as far as the small gov town of Las Esmeralda and we go down by boat to meet them there. As I said, we are grateful for this service, but we continue to ask the LORD to allow us to set up our own flight service.

Thanks so much for your continued prayers for us. Oh, by the way, voting for Christian Small Publisher Asociation's book of the year continues through March. Please go to the site listed below and vote for my book called "Growing up Yanomamö." http://www.christianpublishers.net/10votes/

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

The Fragility of Life

On January 12, 2010, life as we all knew it in Haiti stopped, and then, changed forever! Unexpectedly, at a little before 5:00 p.m., a 7.0 magnitude earthquake violently rocked our beloved country.

As the Lord would have it, Carole, Tom, and I were all in the same proximity, which is very unusual for that time of day. Carole, normally would have headed home (upstairs to her fourth floor apartment) and, in fact, had just said to me, “I think I’ll stay down here with you a bit longer.”

Tom was in our back office, and abruptly got up and came to the first office door (which comes into our living room) upon hearing a mighty roaring noise. I was sitting at the dining room table working and Carole was standing in the living room very close by.

The roar alerted us that something out of the ordinary was happening, but we never, in a thousand years, could have imagined what would take place next! The entire building (4 stories….and we were on the third) began to shake and sway at the same time. Carole immediately ran out the front door saying, “We have to get out of here.”

I was actually paralyzed at the dining room table. I remember holding on to the table, as it bounced and jumped all over the place. Doors were swinging open from my cabinets in the kitchen, while objects fell off the walls, and furniture fell. I recollect that I kept my eyes on Tom, still standing in the doorway. He later told us that his memory is of the walls cracking on either side of him.

Toward the end of the earthquake (which seemed like an eternity), Tom hollered to me and said, “We have to get out.” We then ran to the balcony to see buildings collapsing to the right and left of us with dust rising in large pillars. Even then, the wails, which would go on for hours – all through the night --, had begun.

When the building stopped shaking and swaying and it seemed that all was over, we all came back into the house. I headed to our bedroom to find so much clutter on the floor from the cabinets, that I could hardly walk. Water was pouring from the bathroom into that room already. I called for Tom to cut off the water…..when the unthinkable happened….the second earthquake struck. He got the water turned off, and this time, we all decided, we had to get out of the building.

I don’t remember going down all of those flights of stairs. I only remember getting into the yard and being hugged by those who had either fled our building or who happened to be in the yard at the time of the event. Bible school students who had narrowly escaped death, when walls from above fell into their classroom, walked the yard with hands raised. Everyone was calling on the name of Jesus! The looks on the faces were of horror and shock and the awful cries in the streets echoed through and through my ears….the grievous pain of humanity.

So many things will forever be imprinted on my mind, of which, one of them is seeing Osnique, (one of my Bible teachers for many years) come through our gate. His head and arms cut and bleeding, covered in white dust and pieces of cement, he wandered into the yard so dazed. His gaze was blank. Then, he began to tell us that the school he was teaching in had collapsed and somehow, he had gotten out through a little opening. He wandered off later, without me knowing, to try to find his wife and children.

That night (and for several after that), we spent in the yard, sleeping (or trying to) in the truck. We had a band of faithful with us….merchants from the street, guys from our carpentry shop, and our workers.

I remember thinking, in the very beginning, how this earthquake had equalized everyone, no matter, education or position. We had no water, but Jeanne, our friend for many years, who sells wares in front of our building every day, came and gave us three, little bags of water (from what she had been selling). I will never forget that act of kindness in the midst of so much hurt, so much confusion, and so much need.

Tom went up into the building several times during the night…..to turn the gas off, to put things back in the fridge and close the doors, and to get us a flashlight. Each time, he would go, my heart would beat so hard, afraid that yet another aftershock would hit and he wouldn’t make it back out.

And, the aftershocks!! It seemed they would never stop…that we continued to relive that awful moment over and over again!

With daybreak, the three of us headed back upstairs. I recollect walking into my living room and looking around at the disaster before me. Tom, seeing, I am sure the look of absolute unbelief and pain, just walked over and put his arms around me. We stood and hugged for a moment in the midst of our dilemma.

Not only did we have our house and offices turned upside down, but, as we began to look around, we took in the full sense of what we already knew from the yard….Carole’s apartment was gone (collapsed), the depot below, and several classrooms under them. A further investigation told us that the pillars of the cafeteria/garage/depots were so damaged that the building would have to be knocked down before it fell.

Since the earthquake, all communication had been severed. We knew our children and family members must be frantic. We ventured out late morning to see how our close friends, the Hansons, had fared and if they had internet. We found the Hansons cleaning up their house. They very graciously offered their internet and, after 17 hours of not knowing whether we were dead or alive, I made contact on FaceBook with both girls at the same time. When they saw my name come online, they both, individually, said, “Mom?” And, when I said, “Yes!” they both said, “Thank God!!” It was a very tearful time for all!

Those first days are very much a blur…..We KNOW we cleaned up every day….one little section at a time. We KNOW that we helped people…with cleaning wounds or giving food or water from the supply that we had. Tom called it the “survival phase.”

The days have turned into weeks for us now…..The 50 plus aftershocks have frayed our nerves and caused us to run from the building several times. We find that we set our clothes and shoes out at night, ready to run at the slightest trembling of the building. Loud noises cause us to jump and we are always thinking that something is moving underneath us.

Throughout this time, we have been “blown away” by the support that we have had from our children, family members, and many supporting churches and individuals. We have received supplies and funds from all over, from those we know, have been acquainted with over the years of our ministry, or from perfect strangers. The rally around the Haitian people and us has been a source of strength, encouragement, and inspiration.

As food and supplies came in from those so concerned, we have been faithful to spend our days distributing and trying to ease some of the distress in the lives of those around us. We often have a stream of workers, pastors, school children, church people, or just acquaintances coming to our gate asking for food because they just have none. This is what we call the “Caring For Phase.”

I have looked pain in the eyes, heard it with my ears, and felt it in my soul ….Jacob, who lost 3 of his 5 children as they went to get water for the family, and were victims of a landslide ...Maryse, whose 20 year old died under her house and the 16 year old lost part of his leg, and Jean, a school principal, who can’t stop hearing the cries of his students, calling out to him for help, after the school collapsed.

And now, we at EWO, as well as all Haitian people must pick up and carry on. As braces are put up in preparation to tear down the faulty building and the hanging rooms, my emotions range high. Our once functional building of 17 classrooms and 850 students has, at this point, been reduced to six that are usable. All others are damaged or in the danger range. One’s head can calculate that it must be done, but one’s heart says, “It sure is difficult to tear down what you labored to build up!”

But, TEAR DOWN, we will….and, BUILD UP, we shall!! In the midst of the rubble around us, there is one great lesson that I have learned from the Haitian people. In 38 years, through ups and downs, and this, being the worst “down” yet, I have witnessed with absolute wonder the “RESILIENCY” of the dear ones we came to minister to.

In church services since the earthquake, I have watched them sing, pray, and praise the Lord, lifting their voices to heaven, their complete hope in Him. They continue to “bounce back” – going forward in the midst of the shambles.

So, on that day, that 12th day of January in 2010, we all learned how fragile our lives really are….how dependent we are totally on the protection and safety that Jesus offers us daily….and how necessary it is to live each day to the fullest for those around us, for ourselves, and for Jesus! Thank you, Jesus, that we are alive, that you saved us, that you gave us yet another chance to serve you more!!!

Pray for us all to remain strong, to minister Jesus to the hurting, and to assist in restoring material and spiritual blessings.


If you would like to help us, please see the needs listed below:


1. We are currently in the process of raising $500,000.00 to rebuild and reconstruct that which we have lost in Port-au-Prince and Petit Goave. We have approximately 1/5 of what is needed.

2. We would like to raise $250,000.00 to assist with the rebuilding of others’ homes.

3. Updated list of needed food items and supplies:

a.Umbrellas
b.Ponchos
c.Tents
d.Tarps
e.Beach Umbrellas
f.Light blankets
g.Sheets
h.Milk
i.Flour
j.Oatmeal

THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF OUR HEARTS!!

-Tom and Bev Brumbley
Evangelistic World Outreach - Haiti

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Death: Causes and Cures


There are no natural causes of death with the Yanomamö. Actually there are almost no natural causes for anything. Even your dog dying is the work of an enemy shaman bent on causing you pain. The village shaboli are kept busy guarding the village from attack. The wind is especially suspect as enemy shabolies use it to wreck havoc on villages and gardens. The enemy spirits also use it as their vehicle to move quickly from place to place, so any time a storm approaches the shaman has to get out in the central plaza and through his own spirits attempt to divert the storm around his village and their meager growing areas.
One day up in the village of Coyowä my brother Gary was standing outside his house watching a storm brewing. The thick black clouds and peals of thunder heralded a tropical thunderstorm. These can blow up very quickly and from a safe place are fascinating to behold. This one looked like it was going to be a good one. Knowing the beliefs of the people, he knew it would be only minutes until the shabolis came out and went to battle with the far away shaman that was sending this storm. Sure enough, here came Sanchez’s old father, hurrying out to protect his precious banana trees. The people in coyo are still primitive now, but back thirty years ago they were very rough. This old guy was not wearing anything, just tied up like they do with his little g-string. He quickly assumed his pose and began to chant.
“Ushu, ushu, ushu!” he began. (don’t don’t don’t) but wind, never mindful of man, began to swirl around him turning the banana trees’ leaves upside down exposing their lighter undersides.
“Haa clashi!” he screamed. Making a chopping motion with his arm in a downward swipe. This was to cut the wind off from it’s source, the spirit that was blowing it. Sweat glistened on his wrinkled body as he raised his arm for another chop.
While the old man continued to rant and chop the wind, it continued to build up to a full size gale. Gary moved under his porch to get away from the rain that had blown in with the blustery weather. His view of the old shaman was unhindered by the roof and Gary became aware that the old guy had moved over closer to the plantain plants he was trying to protect. He kept up his loud “clashi!” and continued chopping violently at the base of the wind in the spirit world, but by now his sweat had been washed away by the torrents of rain that was causing his paint to streak in insane lines down his naked torso. The stronger the wind blew, the more the battle in the spirit world intensified, with the old shaman answering blasts of lighting and the crash of thunder with chants and dances to protect his precious banana trees. To better protect the trees, he had his back to them and was furiously waving his arms as he did battle in the spirit world against a shaman he only knew by reputation.
The wind by this time was blowing full force and the harder the wind blew, the more determined became the efforts of the lonely bulwark against the storm. From his vantage point Gary noticed a huge banana tree slowly give up the battle and begin to tilt and then faster begin to fall. Knowing any warning shout would be impossible to be heard against the roar of the wind and the slash of the rain, not to mention the old witchdoctor was still in full voice slashing and chopping the wind, Gary took off running as hard as he could toward the old man, afraid he would get hurt if the banana tree with it’s large stalk of bananas hit him. But before he could get there, the tree fell. With a crash that could be heard above the roar of the wind and the rain, it smashed the pugnacious witchdoctor to the ground slinging his cud of tobacco flying out of his mouth. Gary fearing the worse, ran up just in time to see the old man crawling out from under the dripping heavy leaves of the banana plant. Before he could offer him any assistance the old man turned with as much dignity as could be mustered by a rain drenched naked man after being the victim of a perfidious traitor tree. A trickle of blood mixed with the rain soaked paint snaked its way down the wrinkles of the old man’s back. Shaking his fist at the rest of the trees still standing in his garden the old man swore.
“See if I ever come out and protect you again, you bunch of unworthy trees! You can all get blown over as far as I am concerned!” he shouted. Retrieving his precious wad of tobacco he limped on back over to the safety of his hearth where he continued to vent his rage at the world in general and at the shaman that had sent the storm in particular. Tomorrow he would plot his revenge. This was the code he lived by. Every act had to be answered with a retaliatory act. If this was not done, no one would be safe in his village.
So the shaman seek to protect their village. They wage hostilities with shaman in other villages known only through their reputation in the spirit world. The shaman works his black magic openly in the village center, calling his spirits to combat on his behalf against his enemies. The other shaman of the village assist him as he calls on the naikiliwä (cannibal) spirits, these are jaguar, moon spirit, hawk spirit, shakina spirit and a myriad of others that can help him get revenge. They travel through the spirit world to the village that they have determined is the guilty ones, and there they seek to wreck a similar havoc on their lively hood. If they can catch a small child unaware and steal his soul to eat, even better. The blood lust of the cannibal spirits is such that if they can’t find enough from their enemies, they will demand of the shaboli that they steal the soul of one of their own little ones. So continues the endless cycle of illusions and delusions.