Sunday morning language barrier

One of the verses that impacted us in becoming members of Wycliffe and serving in Bible translation is Revelation 7:9.  After this I saw a vast crowd, too great to count, from every nation and tribe and people and language, standing in front of the throne and before the Lamb.

How can every language stand before the throne if not everyone who speaks the languages has heard?  That’s part of what lit a fire in us.

David answers technological help questions for YouVersion Bible App.  He does have many technological questions that come in, however, he also has theological questions that he’s asked, moral questions, comments, angry people, etc…   Some comments are odd and some are encouraging.

He received an encouraging comment on Monday.  On Easter Sunday a man at a U.S. church sat next to a family that recently arrived in the United States.  The man could tell that this family couldn’t fully understand everything that was being shared.  When the preacher shared the verses he’d been preaching from, the man searched on his phone in the YouVersion Bible App and found the Romanian translation, switched it to Romanian and handed his phone to the family sitting next to him.  The family lit up, very grateful for this precious gift of reading God’s Word in their language so they could fully understand the Easter message.


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Understanding on Good Friday

At a Good Friday service in 1980, Leonard Bolioki stepped to the front of his Cameroonian church to read the story of Jesus’ crucifixion. The same passage was used every year on Good Friday, but this year one thing was different – instead of reading in French he would be reading the story in local Yambetta language. As he read, he became aware of a growing stillness; then some of the older women began to weep. At the end of the service they rushed up to Leonard and asked, “Where did you find this story? We have never heard anything like it before! We didn’t know there was someone who loved us so much that he was willing to suffer and die like that…to be crucified on a cross to save us!” Leonard pulled out his French New Testament and showed them the story was in the Bible. “We listen to this Passion story every year during Holy Week,” he told them, but they insisted that they’d never heard it before. That, says Leonard, is what motivated him to translate the Scriptures into the only language his people could really understand – Yambetta!

Going a little farther, he fell with his face to the ground and prayed, “My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will.”
Matthew 26:39 NIV

Several years ago I went to Leonard Bolioki’s house to install a BGAN satellite to help with the translation process, which was completed and distributed last year. Leo is third from the right and I’m second from the right on the top picture, and the second picture is an image of Leo, third from the left holding the completed New Testament.

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No Crying

Many of us have heard the saying (Don’t cry over spilled milk).  When I was breast feeding our babies and freezing breast milk, I would cry over spilled milk.

A couple of weeks ago, we had a great and busy weekend.  I was at an incredible Women’s conference (IF Gathering) at our church Friday night and all day on Saturday.  We had our wonderful friends spend the night with us on that Saturday night.  Sunday we had a regular church service, congregational meeting following service and a soup & chili lunch where most people were to bring a crockpot full of soup or chili to church.  I had committed to bringing a soup.  Leading up to the weekend, I forgot about my soup commitment and remembered on Friday afternoon that I needed to make soup.  I looked at our pantry, refrigerator and freezer to determine I had the ingredients to make Chicken Enchilada Soup.  Sunday morning I woke up and made a breakfast for our family and our friends staying with us and I started making the soup.  By 8 a.m. I had all those things knocked out and I was feeling like I had pulled off a great feat.

Our friends needed to head out at 9 a.m. and we leave for church at 9:30.  I married an Anderson.  What that means is, if you aren’t 15 minutes early than you’re late.  I’m fine with it on most days.

On this particular Sunday I was trying to carry way too much out to the car and the carrier I had on my left arm with the crockpot full of soup inside shifted and started to lean to the side.  I quickly dropped the other things in my hands to sit the crockpot filled carrier down on the steps to the garage.  David is a sweet man who also likes to solve problems.  He came out to solve my problem.  I went inside the house and he lifted the carrier up, inverting it to be sure to support it well on the bottom.  Our crockpot doesn’t have a locking, sealing lid.  He was frustrated that leakage occurred, I was frustrated that he inverted the carrier and it was a bit of a fiasco.  It was back in the house we go.  When I unzipped the carrier, it was a mess!  I felt like crying over spilled soup, but I didn’t have time to.

Chicken Enchilada Soup is very yummy – it’s thick, has cheese and sticks to your ribs.  Well it also can be a tough soup to clean up.  The soup was coating the outside of the crock, the crockpot base, the inside of the carrier, the countertop and so on.

There was about half the soup still in the crockpot.  Back in the fall, the Catholic church in town had a big rummage sale.  I pass the Catholic church when I take and pick-up Jonah from school.  The day after the sale, all the items that didn’t sell were on the curb with a big free sign.  (I am DeAnna and I’m a dumpster diver  – there’s my confession)  Jonah also loves to dig for treasures, so he and I stopped and started digging.  We left with many treasures and one of them was an old crockpot.  The older kind that is brown with the thin power cord.  My thought when I picked it from the pile was that it could be my crafting crock – melting down wax, crayons, etc…, so I wouldn’t ruin a saucepan or similar.  I placed it in our garage and had yet to use it.  Looking at the half filled crockpot, the ticking clock and the mess of soup – ah ha!  Get the other crockpot off the shelf, clean it up and use it to salvage the half of unspilled soup.  That’s what we did – leaving the soup spillage mess for after church.  On the way to church I started thinking, what if the wiring is compromised on that crock and it catches fire (my sister’s crock did that), what if the crockpot doesn’t work and that’s why it was free, what if…..

We arrived at church only 3 minutes late.  (Our church never starts on time anyway)  Others were carrying their filled crockpots in their carriers into church and I was lugging a half filled vintage crockpot hoping it wouldn’t burn down the church.  I plugged it in – no sparks – good start.  I went into church service and I finally could calm down from the frazzled morning and I refused to think about what was awaiting me at home.  By the way, the vintage crockpot worked fine.

spilled soup

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Something I was always amused by in Cameroon was how much stuff and people Cameroonians would shove/stack/transport into/on cars, trucks, vans, etc…

I marveled at watching a motorcycle tow another motorcycle on top of it.  I cringed when following behind vehicles where objects were only being held on by an arm out the window.  I rolled my eyes when the weight capacity was being exceeded and you can see the frame of the vehicle bend.  You just don’t see that kind of overloading happen on vehicles in the USA.

truck stuffed with people

car stuffed with plantains

Jonah and I were driving home from his school last week and were two cars behind a car that had a large object straddling its hood.  When the car turned it became obvious what the mystery object was – it was a metal futon straddling the hood with heavy objects in the middle holding it down onto the car as it drove down the road.  It made me think of Cameroon.

car with futon

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Recently I was reading in Nehemiah about how Nehemiah was homesick, sad and burdened for the city of his ancestors.  In an age where it seems every other commercial is advertising and finding out about your ancestors, that’s what was going on with Nehemiah.  He knew his ancestors, but was sad to know the city where his ancestors were buried was in ruins.  It took a lot of planning, letter writing so he could safely travel through different territories and took a protection detail because Nehemiah worked for a king.

Nehemiah arrives in Jerusalem and the city he remembered and loved wasn’t there.  It changed dramatically.  He was there three days and seemed to be nervous about telling the people there why he came – to rebuild.

Returning “home” after being gone for years is a mixed bag of emotions.  I’m not the same person I was and friends and family aren’t the same people they were.  Everyone’s lives marched on, took different paths and we weren’t there in the learning curves/hilltop highs/lonely lowlands.  But, that’s why it’s important to take time to rebuild, give grace to one another and commit to rebuild.

As I was sitting at our table reading this passage, reflecting on it, thinking about the parallel to our lives; I looked out the window and saw birds.  Last year I enjoyed watching birds build a nest on the gutter of our neighbor’s house.  I enjoyed watching the baby bird heads emerge over the edge of the nest.  I enjoyed watching the mama bird fly out to gather and feed her babies.  I enjoyed watching her mother.  When it was time for the babies to leave the nest all but one left.  I watched the mama nudge the last one out with her head and beak, literally pushing the baby out of the nest.  Once all the babies were airborne, the mama left the nest and it sat empty.  As I was reading this passage, a bird flew into that empty nest.  Another bird came along and a new family moved in.  I don’t know if it’s the same bird returning to her nest or not.  The birds flew around and were rebuilding parts of the nest that was in ruins to prepare the nest.

I feel like I’m in a season of rebuilding.  I’m excited and nervous at the same time.


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Still waiting……

We recently posted the 2016 Wycliffe year in review video.  We are passionate and heart broken for Bibleless peoples.  There is a lot to celebrate, however, there is also a lot left to do.  Below are numbers for 2016 Bible Translation in Review.


864 total languages in progress

101 first Scripture translations started in 2016.  (Africa 27, Asia 31, Eurasia 27, Americas 6 and Pacific 10) 49% of these 101 projects are considered sensitive; the highest percentage in our history.

Left To Do

1,671 languages are still waiting for Bible translation work to begin.



“After this I looked, and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.” Revelation 7:9 NIV

Statistics taken from the Seed Company 2016 Annual Report.

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Year in Review

Wycliffe shared a 2016 Year in Review video and we thought you might enjoy it too.

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