Hello everyone. Quite a number of times, I’ve been asked about my silence over here. My mind has been here but my daily actions haven’t. I apologize.
But by my statistics, I see you keep coming and you encourage my heart. 💙💙
I’m back. Where do I start from?
What I really want to do is give you a little gist of one of the events I’ve had in the period I’ve been away.
I guess I’ve never stated it explicitly on here, even though I’ve done so indirectly a number of times: I worship at Ibadan varsity Christian Union -NIFES. Still in the name of explicitness, I’m a 500level law student of the university of Ibadan, Ibadan, Nigeria.
My fellowship is both Christian union and NIFES(Nigerian fellowship of evangelical students).
We’re very evangelical.
We embarked on a village outreach recently. Our camp base was Jarija. We’ve visited the environs of that place for outreaches a few times before.
Village outreach take off is always on a Thursday and we’re there till Sunday.
Thursday found me at House 12 Kurunmi. It’s a residential area for university senior staff, and this one belongs to one of our patrons in fellowship. We were there cooking; mainly sorting out the fish business for the entire outreach, cooking dinner for that evening + other basics. Someone reminded me of how the abundance of fish we sorted and cooked, triggered his memory of the Jesus film where two fishes became an abundance for all. Tell me about it.
Here’s a photo grid of pictures from that thursday:
Everyone had a scheduled takeoff time for the village. Mine was 2:30pm so at that time I took off for the chapel. At the chapel, we got seated in the bus again, the bus was loaded with extra bags of water and we took off.
I led the prayer as the bus took off. I had a book with me which I intended to read the whole journey. However, I couldn’t stop praying. 😀 after I prayed for our journey, I just kept praying personally. P.S: why do people always sleep when travelling, even for very short journeys? I don’t get it.
We got to the base, Jarija, at about 4:16pm if I recall properly. We met a team praying already, as is always the case. We joined and prayed and prayed. And prayed. Later in the late evening, we stopped to rest for a while. Then we gathered again before long, and prayed and prayed. That’s the way village thursday always goes – pray it through.
The final buses hadn’t arrived. Eventually, the bus bringing the food arrived really late, I didn’t take note of the time but I guess it was around 12am already. We ate white rice, had a camp briefing by the Evangelism secretary then went off to sleep. Oh, my unit – prayerband, – had a brief meeting where we were counselled to join the entire prayer chain for the night.
We always have a prayer chain during the outreach. Everyone has an hour prayer slot when they’re woken up at night to pray. That way there’s always a group praying all night till dawn. You can always stay for more than one hour. As prayer band members we were on Thursday night adviced to stay the whole night praying. Erhm, however, after my duly assigned chain, 11-12am, I strolled back to the hostel like a cartoon character, and there I slept.
The next morning, the camp commandants were at it. It was an experience with these commandants. I’ve been in village outreaches before and had commandants but these ones 😁. They wore neon coloured orange vests over their clothes. You wouldn’t imagine how annoying their shouts could get in the mornings but I appreciate their dedication to the work. Its just echausting having so much noise around you most of the day.
I had my personal devotion, then we gathered for general devotion. There was then time to fetch water and have our bathe, all these under strict time slot accompanied with loud claps, bells and shouts from these commandants. Sighs.
We had extensive bible study time after. Then brunch.
Each person falls into an axis. We had three axes(OBV, a blog reader pointed out the plural of axis to me; Axes not Axises); A, B, C.
Each axis had about four or five villages underneath it with an axis leader in charge of each village. I was allocated Ladele village but for the friday, I was among the group that stayed back to pray through out – remember, prayer band member. We prayed till Axis A members got back from the house-to-house evangelism in the early evening.
The camp base was under Axis A. The format is that after house-to-house evangelism in those villages, the villagers are told about the crusade to happen in a chosen village for each axis. So of the four or five villages in axis B, Omu-Aran was chosen, of the five in C, Akindele was chosen. Ofcourse for A, our camp base, Jarija, was chosen.
At the time we prayer band members paused praying, we quickly broke our fast then gathered to pray again for the crusade about to start.
I soon left the prayers to join those organizing the village children. P.S Flashback – Thursday night after I arrived and we had that mini break inbetween prayers, I sat outside with a book (I’m the fresh air + book type of girl). I beckoned to one of the village girls and she came to stay with me. That gave a host of them boldness to draw near me too. But I kept mute mostly because I was a little tired, and more because my yoruba was all over the place. These children spoke expert yoruba, I heard them clearly. I was a little skeptical about speaking the yoruba I tend to speak. I never went to a church where interpretation was made from English to yoruba so when it comes to words like redemption, repentance, other bible words and general lingua flow, I always stutter. I can however speak household yoruba.
Last year’s outreach, I was going to ask a woman which religion she served. Religion in yoruba is Esin. My people, lo and behold, I asked which aisan she served. Aisan means illness. That did it. It just did.
So back to Friday when I joined those organizing the children, I made sure I played the firm aunty’s role telling them I won’t tolerate noise at all, I made them repeat the memory verses shouting etc. All spoken with a bold face. When it came to teaching the word though, I gallantly left it to the better yoruba children teachers. And yes, I taught them some beautiful songs, I hope they still recall.
The picture below isn’t even capturing half of them.
After we were through with teaching the children and giving them gift packs, we helped at the crusade ground where preaching was going on. We prayed with the villagers that accepted Christ, prayed for their specific needs, and jotted down their address details for follow-up. After that, those from the other axes began to arrive having done same where they were. We had dinner. Then prayer chain began all over.
This night, I couldn’t walk to my hostel like a cartoon character after my 12-1 am prayer chain slot. Why? We were no longer adviced to stay all through, but mandated to stay the whole prayer chain so I did. 😀😀. It was amazing. We however had continous rain showers. Rain that drenched and soaked us. Rain that caused me to shiver. The involuntary shake shake shiver. But still we prayed prayed.
Saturday went pretty much the same way with routine. By 5pm, the children we had at hand were more in number. The commandants’ claps got louder still, voices louder. It was almost incredulous.
One thing I always look foward to in village outreach is the bible study. We always have lots of time to study under the open heavens. It was beautiful in the village again. The only issue was that we had an abundance of sunlight. I mean abundance. Guys, I had sunburn. I’m still recovering from that sunburn(well…, I’ve done really well over these two weeks now). Sunburn so evident, it has been the subject of discussion for almost everyone who’s seen me since then. Like I laughed it off with a friend, the bible doesn’t promise beautiful faces for those who preach, it’s beautiful feet (Isaiah 52:7). But wait, Daniel 12: 3 says those who turn many to righteous shall shine like stars forever more.
And yeah on saturday, I went for house-to-house evangelism and the prayer band members who did so on Friday were the ones who then stayed to pray all through the day.
Saturday night, after the crusade in each axis, and everyone had arrived, each axis leader gave a report on the souls won, challenges faced etc. Then we had thanksgiving praises to God for all the souls that had been won. Danced till morning.
We woke up and had devotion time. Then thorough cleanup of the enviroment began. We cleared the kitchen equipments, cleared out our hostels which happened to be the primary school for the villagers.
Then photo gallery sessions began, as people filed out of the village in different batches.
I doubt I did justice to the experience this way, but this is an attempt to encorage someone else who is otherwise very skeptical everytime they hear of a village outreach. It’s beautiful to serve. And no, no witches will eat your head off if you’re in Christ Jesus.
Added point: It’s a great time doing what Jesus did while he was here on earth. Try it.
Urhm, even though they won’t read this, this post is dedicated to those whose names are still carved in my heart from the village experience. To: Idris, Smart, Aminat, Iya wasiu and that loud woman whose husband has packed out. I’m praying for you.
Ivcu 2018 village outreach: Glad tidings of great joy