In August of 1989 I have the
privilege of participating in a mission trip to the bush country of East
Africa….I was unprepared for some of my encounters with many of the professing
Christians in this equatorial setting. Lying, stealing, and immorality were
common and generally accepted, even among the leadership of the church. Theological understanding was as scarce
as water, the disease of doctrinal error as common as malaria.
Soon I discovered one of the main
reasons this church looked as though it had been started by Corinthian
missionaries. No one had a Bible – not the pastor, not a deacon, no one. The
pastor had only half-a-dozen sermons, all half-baked over the coals of a few
Bible-story recollections. Every sixth week came the same sermon. The only real
contact with Scripture happened with the occasional visit of a missionary or
when an area denominational leader would preach.
Disciplines for the Christian Life