There is a popular song in East Africa that teaches the community that a witchdoctor and a liar deserve to be set on fire. This happened to Mr. Buyongwe (Buy-yong-wee) John, an 80-year-old man who was a well-known witchdoctor, who lived in the Cankozo District in the Republic of Burundi. The people of Cankozo were fed up with the witchcraft practices of Mr. Buyongwe. This led to poverty because many people paid all their money to him to solve their problems. One day the community decided to (punish) his witchcraft lies by setting him on fire.
“I don’t think he knows who we are,” Pastor Mlungisi Zuma told ITMI’s Kelly Smith. They were in a well-lit, non-private hospital room near Zulu Natal, South Africa. The two men were visiting a man they knew as Mr. Cele. “He is mumbling and saying a lot of things, but he is making no sense at all,” the pastor observed. Kelly and the new South African pastor of his church continued chatting with the delirious patient.
Most of us think we can handle our life alone, thank you very much. We don’t need nothing from nobody. I was like that, too. I thought I had it all figured out.
He was one of several bystanders who hovered near the courtyard gate of an old church building. Across the street behind him, “Welcome to Gangland” sarcastically welcomed all to the area where no one really wants to go. He wanted to go in, but remained outside, uncertain whether he should enter – or could enter.
ITMI Monthly sat down with Richard Nungesser in hopes of giving our readers a glimpse into the every day lives of his family and what it takes to build the thriving ministry that is equipping and sending missionaries throughout the world. Hearing from Richard is always inspiring, so…ENJOY!
This article was originally published in the February 2013 edition of ITMI Monthly. Poland It had taken him years of studying and hard work, an international move from America to Poznan, Poland and many sacrifices, but he was finally about to taste the reward. Bruno was in his last weeks of medical school at Poznan University […]
We had a long drive coming back from a full day, my eyes were closed and I was resting my head on the back of the back seat as we bobbed and weaved through the Indian bedlam called traffic. The Holy Spirit nudged me to not waste this “contained” time with this driver.I was tired, and under the effects of some supposedly “non-drowsy” cough syrup. A tad bit numb if you know what I mean. Not on my “A” game.
Trying everything he can think of to build relationships with the locals of Onseepkans, South Africa where his family and mission are located, ITMI’s Gerhard le Roux takes food and supplies to a goat herders’ outpost about 2 miles away from the remote Onseepkans Mission. Two goat herders, Johanes and Jokobus..
“Good news!” was all the young boy could manage between breaths. The women, most balancing heavy jugs of water on their heads while carrying one in each hand, kept walking toward their village just a few steps ahead. They moved only their eyes toward the boy, who again heralded breathlessly, “Good news!”
The meager change landed next to her with a short clang. Twenty-two-year-old Magashwari had just finished washing the clothes of an upper caste family in Southern India in exchange for a few coins they tossed her way. Because of her blindness, she’d been told and treated like she didn’t matter by her family and society for so long that she believed it. And then one day there was a knock at her door.