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Can You Read?

When I first started in ordained ministry, I was a missionary in a small, remote community in north-central British Columbia.  Some of the people there were functionally illiterate.  A few could barely speak English.  My wife and I had the privilege – and the challenge – of bringing the gospel to this village.  It’s an experience that’s shaped me to the present day and one I’ll never forget.  A few years ago I wrote a book about our time there and all the ups and downs — you can find it here.

In that book, I mention a wonderful couple named Charlie and Marion.  They were involved with our little mission congregation from the start.  In fact, our sending church had been doing outreach in the village long before we arrived and Charlie and Marion were often involved.  They struggled with things in their life, but they were usually warm to the gospel.  When they were home, they almost always attended our worship services.

I also visited them regularly to read the Bible with them.  You see, Charlie and Marion were virtually illiterate.  Because of their age and other factors, they never did learn how to read.  And yet I wanted them to hear God’s Word, not just on Sunday, but through the week too.  They told me they wanted that too.

One day I was reading Evangelical Missions Quarterly when I spotted something about a unique way to reach illiterate people with the Word of God:  the Talking Bible.  The Talking Bible looked like a Bible, but it had a tape player inside it which would allow you to hear the Bible being read.  The Talking Bible (in dozens of languages) is still around, but of course, the technology has improved vastly.

Charlie and Marion seemed to enjoy their Talking Bible.  I say that because every week or two I still had to come and visit – but now to replace the batteries in their Talking Bible.  For these people who couldn’t read, they were now able to hear the Word of God every day.

If you couldn’t read, what measures would you go to still access the Scriptures?

When I was a seminary student, I read somewhere the story of William McPherson.  He lived sometime in the early twentieth century.  He worked at a stone quarry in Colorado.  He’d recently become a Christian when he had a terrible accident.  Some dynamite exploded in his face, blinding him, and also causing him to lose the use of his hands.  As he began his recovery, he had a hunger for the Word of God.  He heard of a woman in Britain who’d learned to read Braille with her lips.  McPherson couldn’t do that because the accident had damaged the nerve endings around his mouth.  But he still had his tongue.  He learned to read Braille with his tongue.  Over the next 65 years, McPherson read through the Bible four times – reading it in Braille with his tongue.  Talk about dedication!

Now, if you couldn’t read, what measures would you go to still access the Scriptures?

But you can read!  You’re reading this.  Yet how often don’t we neglect one of the greatest gifts God has given, his Word?  Dear reader, thank God today that you can read, that you have the precious gift of literacy.  Don’t take that gift for granted!  Thank God today that you have the Bible in your own language — you have unfettered access to all the wonders of the gospel.  Then let the prayer of Psalm 119:103 be your aspiration too:  “How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!”  Those words were never truer than when fulfilled by our Lord Jesus, but they’re to become increasingly true of Jesus’ disciples too.

Attending a Babine Funeral

I often still think about my few years as a missionary in Fort Babine, British Columbia.  It was an incredible experience, one that has left a mark on me.  To give you an idea of some of what we saw and heard, the following is an excerpt from my 2011 book, The Gospel Under the Northern Lights: A Missionary Memoir.  The events described here took place just a couple of months after we arrived in Fort Babine in October 2000.


Attending a Funeral

Another interesting person we came to know and love was William Duncan.  He was an older single man who lived by himself in an immaculate house.  He had been a fishing guide and still had a passion for fishing, although his health didn’t always allow him to indulge.  When I first met him, he was 67.  He was comfortable talking about the fact that he was a hereditary chief from the Caribou clan.  His hereditary name was We Heh.  He had a lot of insight to give into the culture and history of the area.  He told me Fort Babine used to have one feast hall for each of the four clans, but they slowly deteriorated and disappeared.  Eventually, all the potlatch feasts would be held only in Burns Lake.  As a hereditary chief, Willie tried to attend all the feasts he could and he invited me to join him sometime.  One day I did.

Ted Lowley was a resident of the Lake Babine Nation reserve in Burns Lake and had recently passed away.  His funeral and the associated potlatch were held on December 9, 2000.  Willie was ready when I stopped by at his place at 8:00 in the morning and, together with Fred William, we set off for Burns Lake, via Smithers.  Along the way, we chatted and I discovered from Fred that the current population of Fort Babine was about ninety people living in twenty-six houses.  I also learned there was a lot of animosity between the people of Fort Babine and those of Burns Lake.  There was a strong feeling of alienation and that had to do with the history and the amalgamation process back in 1957.

We arrived in Smithers in good time, filled up with gas, and then headed over to the “Babine Bus Depot.”  That was what a lot of people called the Super Valu grocery store and its tiny mall.  There we had some breakfast together and met up with Adam George, who decided to come with us to Burns Lake.  We were in Burns by noon and went straight to the Roman Catholic Church there for the funeral service.  Approximately five or six hundred people were there for that, mostly native.

After the funeral mass, the coffin was taken to the cemetery.  After a few words from the priest and some sprinkling of “holy” water, the body was lowered into the grave.  As was typical for First Nations funerals, the family was expressive in their grief.  It’s certainly not what someone growing up in a Dutch immigrant community is used to.  It’s not bad; it’s just different and that’s fine.  Later on, all the immediate family members took a turn shovelling dirt onto the coffin.

From the cemetery we went over to the Woyenne feast hall.  Willie had been told that the funeral feast would start right away.  However, there was no one there.  By this time we were getting hungry, so Willie took us out for lunch to a local Chinese restaurant.  Afterwards, we headed back to the feast hall, but there was still hardly anybody there.  We took a tour around the Woyenne Lake Babine Nation reserve, including a look at the local Taj Mahal – the LBN band office.  There were a lot of new houses on the reserve, paved roads, good water and sewer, and a nearby hospital.

Finally, at around 4:00 we went back to the hall and more people were beginning to arrive.  There was lots of standing and sitting around and socializing.  The feast itself didn’t get started until around 7:00.  It began with prayer and then food was served.  We had bannock, soup, and platefuls of all kinds of other good stuff.   While we ate, people were busy making contributions to pay for the cost of the funeral.  There is some reciprocity involved with this aspect of the potlatch – in other words, a person would make a contribution knowing that eventually it would somehow get paid back.  But there were also many instances where people would make contributions with “no-return,” meaning they didn’t want to get paid back.  That was motivated more by generosity than by reciprocity.  The giving of gifts would go on for several hours, but we had to leave early because I wanted to be home by midnight.  The next day was Sunday and we would be up early to make the trip back into Smithers to attend church.  So that was the second time I attended a potlatch.  It helped me to understand more about First Nations culture in this part of BC.

A few days later, we traded in the big blue Suburban for a smaller vehicle, a Chevy Tahoe.  Our days of providing bus service between Smithers and Fort Babine were over.  With our family of four in the vehicle, there was only room for one more person.  The Tahoe was great to drive, although like with every vehicle we had up there, we ended up stuck in the snow and ice more times than I care to remember.  I also became an expert in changing flat tires – in short order I was able to do it in well under 15 minutes.


Interested in reading more?  The Gospel Under the Northern Lights is available here.

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The Beautiful Bride of Christ:  The Doctrine of the Church in the Belgic Confession

The Gospel Under the Northern Lights: A Missionary Memoir

Setting Course: Sermons and Essays Shaping the Vision of a Local Church 

We Believe: The Creeds and Confessions of the Canadian Reformed Churches

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16% Off All Providence Press Books — Only Till Friday

Till Friday (April 27), you can get 16% off all Providence Press books at Lulu.  Just use the code EARTH at the checkout.  This offer includes The Gospel Under the Northern Lights — which William Boekestein recently reviewed over here.

Trailer for The Gospel Under the Northern Lights

My friend William Boekestein (URC pastor in Carbondale, PA) produced this video with the help of his kids.  Thanks!

UPDATE:  He’s also written a review that you can read here.

You can buy the book here.