Measuring Impact by Thomas Keogh
For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return there without watering the earth and making it bear and sprout, and furnishing seed to the sower and bread to the eater; so will My word be which goes forth from My mouth; it will not return to Me empty without accomplishing what I desire, and without succeeding in the matter for which I sent it.
-Isaiah 55:10-11
They say a watched pot never boils. That's not true; I have watched it plenty, and it does boil, eventually. Most people just want to know when it's done, so they go do something else while they're waiting. God watches the pot; not in doubt or anxiety, but in patience and lovingkindness. He makes it happen.
Nutie grew up the daughter of an Englishman, eating boiled eggs in little porcelain egg holders, with toast and jam. Wanting to delight her, I learned to cook them, and in the process discovered that the secret of the perfect 3-minute egg lies not in quickly answering the final bell but in perceiving the moment to set the timer after you have placed the eggs in a pot of cold water. How long does the water take before it boils on a Miskito wood stove? There are so many variables involved that I can't just walk away and come back later. I stay by the stove, tend the fire, watch for signs. At the proper time I say, "Three minutes from right now I'm taking these puppies out." Learning to read the signs is very important because I can't just look inside the egg and see how the yoke is doing. My desire is to please Nutie.
We find ourselves checking constantly to see how our efforts are doing on the Coco River. Our desire is to please our Lord. He promises that His word will have impact everywhere it falls on this earth. Not every seed sprouts at once, not every molecule of water reaches 212℉ at the same time, but the pot will boil. We need to watch it. We need to keep tending the fire and pay attention to the individual bubbles rising to the surface. When enough bubbles are coming up, that's when you can set your timer.
We see more and more children each year coming up from their communities to attend high school in Waspam. Some are going to college in Puerto Cabezas and Managua. There are now around two hundred young men and women from the Seek the Lamb villages presently attending such institutions of higher learning. In a collective society such as this, those who have gone on tend to help their family members come up, just like heated molecules of water move to help each other reach the boiling point. These are all good signs. Nevertheless, we are not just engaged in an academic enterprise; this is first and foremost a spiritual one, where educational success goes hand in hand with spiritual growth, but isn't necessarily conclusive evidence of it. How can we gage our spiritual impact? We can't look inside the egg to see if the yoke is just the way God likes it. But it's not just hit and miss; with people you get a feel for it if you spend some time with them.
Yesterday Nutie and I had a lengthy conversation with Veda Luz Washington, a junior at INOS, the public high school in Waspam. She's dark, with the slim, athletic figure of the Washington's who trace their ancestry back to Africa through Jamaica and the Miskito villages of the coast, yet she has ojos achinados--Chinese eyes of the first settlers of the Americas. She is a typical Miskito, a beautiful blend of race and history. Like most of the kids that come up to Waspam for school, she and her brother Jerry, also a student, live with a cousin and his wife, who are already established here. She remembers her years in the village school. Veda Luz is very aware that she is “Hope Walking” for her three little sisters back in Sawa. Her presence here is bigger than herself.
Her parents are subsistence farmers. They went to school some, read and write a little bit, but never gave much importance to their children's education. They didn't understand its value. In the first grade, Veda Luz went to school of her own accord, slogging through mud up to her knees and balancing on log bridges in the rainy season, stopping leisurely to look at ants along the trail and picking fruits off the trees with her companions in the dry season. Once in awhile they just went swimming in the river and never made it to school. To Pablo Suazo, her teacher, this was normal. ( Photo of Pablo teaching in Sawa)
None of the kids went every day. She doesn't quite remember if she ever understood what her teacher said in class, at least not when he spoke in Spanish.
Something changed in the third grade. Even though her mother encouraged her to stay home if the weather was a little rough, she forced herself to go daily to class. She saw something in her teachers that made her want to be like them one day. The idea of distinct subject matter emerged out of the fog of talking and writing on the board and turning pages of books in a foreign language. She could not only decode symbols and make sounds ... da-de-di-do-du ... but she began to see that these were messages, and she could understand some of it. She especially liked the class where they talked about the natural world--they called it ciencias naturales--because she could observe the things that were being taught. Her teachers showed her writings from the Bible that explained how an all-powerful God had made all of it. When it came time for the rice harvest she didn't go to the fields like many of the other children. She had discovered a thirst for understanding.
Veda Luz recalls that she wasn't the best student in class--there were at least two boys ahead of her--but yes she was among the better ones. It's harder for a girl, she's got more chores. Hauling water, cooking, cleaning, shelling rice and cutting firewood while carrying baby sisters on her back. Could she possibly make it through? She remembers memorizing Luke 1:37: "For nothing will be impossible with God." An angel had said that to a girl.
Larry Suazo was the son of Veda Luz' first grade teacher. Larry taught her both fifth and sixth grades. He was from the refugee generation. Seek the Lamb was Salt and Light back then, and gave him an opportunity to study. He'd graduated sixth grade in Sawa and gone on to school in Puerto Cabezas. He went further than his father and understood more about how everything works. Veda Luz really liked Professor Larry. She could understand almost everything he taught, and when she had a question, she felt confident to ask. Professor Larry was patient and gave individualized instruction. Veda Luz says she didn't really learn Spanish until fifth and sixth grades. (Photo of Larry and his wife Brenda- both teachers and Sunday School teachers)
Life in Waspam is different. Veda Luz wears a smart-looking top with a brand name written on it. In the village kids wear old clothes that smell like wood smoke and have banana sap stains from carrying bunches on their shoulders; kids here are fashion conscious. They are especially self-conscious in school. Students from the villages get teased in class when they can't speak Spanish well. Veda Luz is very thankful for Larry Suazo's teaching; she says it wasn't a hard transition like it is for kids from other small villages along the river. It's her fourth year here; even though her father worries that she's lonely and lets her know it's OK to come back home, she lets him know that she's comfortable.
A dream is a very private thing for a village girl. It is like beginning a wall around a city. When the dream first arises, you go out and examine it at night, all by yourself. You tell nobody. When you take your first steps, you are subject to mockery, as Nehemiah was when he began to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem . "Even what they are building--if a fox should jump on it, he would break their stone wall down," said Tobiah the Ammonite. There is no lack of Sanballats and Tobiahs in Waspam, so Veda Luz holds her dream close to her chest. She wants to be a doctor. When she told this to Nutie and I yesterday she spoke cautiously; she wasn't used to saying that out loud. What kind of doctor? Nutie and I wanted to nourish her dream, to help her to flesh it out. I noticed she didn't respond to words like "orthopedist" or "obstetrician," but smiled when she considered helping old people with achy bones and young mothers in childbirth. Her gaze drifted over to the right corner of her "chinese eyes," as though the dream was stored somewhere on that side. Then she relaxed and smiled. "I'd like that," she said.
Veda Luz identifies the strongholds that would prevent her. Right now she can't see herself going back to work in her village. It's still too close, the pull of the old way too strong. Most of her girlfriends from school who stayed in Sawa have babies with the boys from class, and now live the same way as her Mom and Dad. It's freaky. Girls get as far in school as their first baby. Her sister Anabel is a Seek the Lamb teacher. She's an exception; she has worked very hard after having a family and is now close to finishing her in-service training. But normally you only go as far as your first baby. In this new world order boys can get away with it; leave girls pregnant and continue on in school. For them, education does not require godliness, but for a girl it almost certainly does.
The desperate need for godliness is her gain, boys' loss; she's up to the task.
She memorized Psalm 119:9 in third grade in a Seek The Lamb school, and it serves her well. "How can a young man keep his way pure? By keeping it according to Your word." Veda Luz is active in her youth group at church, and in the choir. She knows where her strength comes from.
Nutie asked her where girls can get godly counsel. We've noticed that youth groups are mostly about singing, playing musical instruments, and listening to a sermon, but have seen very little personal mentoring in the churches. After thinking about it for a moment, she said, "Mostly it's been my teachers who have given me practical advice on how to live. They spend more time with the students. Some of the teachers are Christians. That helps."
"My father is a campesino," she said. "I know he's not going to be able to help me in college, but I'm ready to work and to do whatever I need to do. Where in Psalm 119 does it talk about God's faithfulness? ¿Que PERMANECE? (That remains forever) I like that one."
Nutie whispered in my ear. She wanted to give Veda Luz a dress I had given to her for Christmas just before we were married. I said it would be OK. She went and brought it up out of a suitcase ... Nutie forever living out of a suitcase. She handed it over and then we prayed for her. After she had gone back to her house I looked up the verse she was thinking of- Psalm 119:90.
"Your faithfulness continues throughout all generations; You established the earth, and it stands."
That is a Word for all of us, from former Seek The Lamb student and future doctor Veda Luz Washington. It is a good one! Tom
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Lamb Bleatings By Laura Bagby
A friend told me the other day, “We spend the first 50 years of our lives trying to accumulate (wealth, a name for ourselves, material goods, etc.). Then, we spend the next 50 years letting go of them.
I was also reminded that 50 is the year of Jubilee…..the past forgiven and everything starts all over….debt free with a new beginning.
I like the one that says 50 is the new 30.
For me, being 50 somehow felt like a big deal. Like somehow, I finally attained to adulthood….enough sense & wisdom to feel momentary “thriving” in my life (however brief the moment), yet not enough to take myself too seriously. It appears that I see deeply who I am and the reality of both my potential of evil and of good. Perhaps, I feel more responsible because I can recognize more freely the operation of these natures within me that so frequently get “let out” in spurts thoughout my life. The truth being easier to see, easier to admit and maybe easier to come to the point of adjustment primarily because I realize that life is getting shorter and, “do I really want to waste my time on the foolishness of my heart or stupidity of my ways.”
“Is that part of me worth keeping?”
The theme of my life is “Give it up….”
My own expectations often prove to be worthless….my beliefs often erroneous….my thoughts slightly off on many aspects of life…my ideas of “how it ought to be” incorrect by God’s standards (although often seeming so right and good)
I think “I know”, but I really don’t.
I make myself laugh a lot…..especially in those moments where my head is just not connecting with my body…happens in dance class or an exercise routine where my mind is saying one thing but my body does something different. I find that amusing for some reason. It is somehow a good reminder for me of how much I need to have God make my connections even in the slightest of detail….within my own body and also in the larger scope of the world around me….add to that the element of relationships and it can get all jumbled and disconnected.
I need God more at 50 than I ever have and am deeply grateful to have a strong hold on Him. My grip on Him seems to get tighter when the world around me seems to come undone and out of control…when I am let down by my circumstances, by people, by my own standards, thinking and behavior. I YELL loudly inside, “Isn’t there anything I can trust and depend on anymore????!”
The soft answer I receive from a deep place within me is, “No….can you even depend on yourself? Who and what are you looking to for such stabilization? Who? Because you know its not gonna be What?” There is but One and indeed He has not stopped controlling the universe and life itself.
It is a time I cry out to the only Perfect One in whom there is no change or shifting of shadow….One who is Faithful, True and able to rise me up out of myself so I can see clearly as I ought so that I can live in the freedom of His mercy, grace, peace and overcoming love even in the midst of turmoil.
In the middle of really wanting to say, “I am done….I am tired…I can’t….”, there always exists those supernatural moments when someone says or does something that totally reaches in and lifts me up. Somehow unburdening me as I listen to a song given to me that is declaring melodiously, “Hold On”….despite all these circumstances, pressures, hardships….”Hold On.” Christ endured humiliation, shame, pain, torture for the joy that was set before Him….He held on, accomplished His purposes and now lives to continue to accomplish what He started out in you and in me. Big thought.
And I am smaller than I think in the scheme of it all….May I continue to decrease as He increases in me to disperse His goodness, His love, mercy, grace, power and freedom.
-Lessons of freedom and the responsibility involved in attaining the blessing of it…choosing wisely at this point of my life who and what I am involved with and how. Time is precious and getting more difficult to waste.
-Michael turned 59 ….growing in grace, peace and mercy
-Lukas turned 18….growing up, college classes, “deciding” responsibility, learning the choices and they all come with a price…He has been quite the joy to have around the joint. Growing in the area of “relationship” and what it takes to excel.
-Moselle hits double digits (10) and excited as ever in every possible way. She is a happy trip…she still starts off a little slow in the morning but once she gets going…there she is! Her Mugly Doll Co. is coming along and she inspires me
-Arielle has become a young mature lady beginning a cell group tonight, baking high quality desserts, sewing gifts, our most consistent “reading through the Bible” student, and has a knack for taking care of others (thus, the nickname, “mom”) She earned it.
-Mikaela becoming a viable player in our Rio Coco Coffee business and definite coveted and sought after worker by many. A joyful blessing wherever she might be. We can’t seem to get enough of her here, but we try.
-Luke and Carlie Broadhurst hit the big city (CA) with a Dream Job for Luke and the opportunity to be near family…it is hard to see great disciples and followers of Jesus fly the coop so to speak. Their going away party was a true testimony of their effectiveness as I met all of their neighbors and others in their sphere of influence. It was a beautiful thing.
-Michael and I letting go of a couple of huge responsibilities and feeling quite liberated and complete in the lesson of taking on and keeping only what God gives to us ….no more and no less.
God comes to unburden and never to burden.
-I am 50 and am feeling ready for hearing and doing what God tells me to more passionately than ever…My body parts are functioning well, my brains work most of the time and I am surrounded by inspirational people almost all the time. My husband loves me and my children rise and bless me. Life is good. I am grateful. Laura
The Bagby Bunch Corner
We are on a mission from God………
This month, we are on the road to visit our friends in Indiana who have travelled many times to help with the construction of the Waspam Discipleship Center- Ray and Marianne Bodie, Ted Lebrecht and our friends at the Presbyterian Church of the Lakes near Angola. What could be more beautiful than a drive across America in the fall! And to see faithful friends and ministry partners! And to have the privilege to give them a word of encouragement— after all the encouragement that they have given us!
In a few weeks, we will get the opportunity to voice our opinions and vote in the Congressional elections. I believe that this is one election that we all need to participate in. Regardless of your politics, we all should get out and vote. We who are connected through the Spirit of God must flavor our society with Godly government officials who know the difference between right and wrong. I believe it is our duty according to Romans 12 & 13 to participate in our governments. Please register and vote this November!
Yes, it was fun to surprise Laura on her birthday. She was totally had! Rarely have we pulled off a complete surprise like this one. We had hula hoop contests, limbo contest, coffee tasting contest, and a lot of good words spoken over my wife. She is amazing, and her braces only make her look younger. We are all blessed to have her inspiring us each month in the Chronicles, and her words reflect profound wisdom from a woman close to God’s heart.
We seek God’s plan for the 2011 school year, and with our economy as it is, we need to hear from Him. Please pray for guidance for us all as we ask Him for what He wants to do in 2011 along the Rio Coco. Tom’s article on “Measuring Impact” affected me profoundly. So often we work and persevere not knowing exactly what is happening. But we know that God told us to be there, and bring His words into the Miskito culture. He has always told us that if we remain faithful, He will bring the fruit. I have known Veda Luz since she was in the kinder class in Sawa. I have taken her photo many times for our child sponsorship program. Many of you have been praying for her, and indeed, God has done a work in her. I must confess that when I read Tom’s article, I was in tears, with great joy that we are making a difference! God is doing a great work among these people! It is moments like this that I live for, when God’s Spirit floods over me and encourages me to press on– that there is more fruit than we know of. Imagine the impact of our 200 former students who will soon become college graduates! They understand the Biblical principles for living and will be the agents of change for their communities! Just as Pablo Suazo and his son Larry have been.
Thanks for being on the team. We all share in these rewards.
Laura & Michael
1) Sponsor a Miskito Child. We need many sponsors. It is only $27 a month, and it will provide education and special needs to a student in Project Ezra.
2) Contribute to the building fund for the Waspam Center . Windows, computers, desks, and paint are needed. A little goes a long way.
3) Join the support team of a Seek The Lamb missionary! Nutie & Tom Keogh, and Laura & Michael Bagby receive no salary from Seek The Lamb and rely on their personal support team to cover their living & ministry expenses. Your gifts will help them accomplish the mission in NIcaragua.
Purchase Rio Coco Bean Coffee!
We import green coffee from Nicaragua, Honduras, Indonesia, and Ethiopia
We roast it fresh in Vero Beach Florida.
We use the profits to educate these students above in Nicaragua.
It is some of the best coffee you will ever taste!

