“The man who finds his homeland sweet is still a tender beginner; he to whom every soil is as his native one is already strong; but he is perfect to whom the entire world is as a foreign land.”

~Hugo of St. Victor



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Friday, January 25, 2019

The Skin, The History, and the Stereotype: Translating Identity Across Cultures



Boot and bonnet.  Chemist.  Trolley.  Nappie.  Serviette.  Centre.  Saviour.  Aeroplane. 
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One thing I learned in East Africa is that I not only had to learn functional Kiswahili but I also needed to learn English.  Sure, I spoke English, but I spoke American English.  I spoke too fast, didn’t pronounce my letters properly, and I didn’t even know the right words or how to spell.  I needed to learn British English.  I needed to slow down my flow of words and actually pronounce the letters that are in the words (ki-tt-en not ki-in, wa-T-er not wadder) or I would not be understood.  My audience would struggle to understand me, not because they were not capable of speaking English, but because I spoke a “different” English.    

I quickly learned it wasn’t only my language that needed to be translated.  It was me, my self, my body, what I represent through my biologically embodied representation of my particular slice of humanity.

Growing up, I didn’t think too much stereotypes, especially not my own.  I struggled to understand my identity as Tara, as myself as an individual, but I didn’t spend an ounce of energy trying to understand my ethnic identity, racial identity, collective identity, or the identity that others see what they look at me. When I looked in a mirror, I didn’t think about the layers of history written in my genetic code.  I just saw me and my immediate family (i.e. my aunt’s jaw, my grandmother’s nose, my mother’s curl, my dad’s hair) but not traits that said “Swedish,” “Dutch,” “German,” and “English”.  But then again, I never had to.  I’d never been looked down upon or insulted because of the labels of identity that people attribute to me when they see me. 

My first weeks in Kenya, I quickly learned I had acquired new labels.  

Mzungu.

Mzungu” (plural wazungu) now branded me.  I didn’t know what it meant, but I did know that I was no longer invisible.  I couldn’t pass down the street unnoticed or be seen as “normal” but I stood out like a scarlet macaw in a flock of penguins.  My appearance branded me as “other” and I found myself wading through a sludge of symbols so deep I couldn’t lift a tennis shoe without finding myself dripping with the expectations of those around me.

I didn’t understand my interpretation.  Kenyans saw me and labeled me in their framework, reading symbols that I did not know were there, let alone their meaning.  And I discovered I needed to translate what my appearance communicated in my new context.  I needed to understand what it meant to be “me” in their worldview.   

Mzungu comes from the same Kiswahili root word as the words kizunguzungu ( dizziness) and kuzunguka (to turn around in a circle).  It basically means “a person who wanders aimlessly” or “one who is lost” (coined by Swahili inhabitants of the first European explorers based on the actions of the Europeans wandering around “discovering” things the natives already knew were there).  (check it out on Wikipedia for more details).
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The term has changed in meaning over time and has history has unfurled.  It can be a noun or an adjective.  It can describe a person, an object, or a behavior.  Still, the overall ideas that emerge from the term are something wealthy, powerful, and/or foreign.  It is often used to describe something (or someone) of European descent and takes on the racial undertone of whiteness (which in the East African historical framework are inextricably interwoven with concepts of power, wealth, beauty, and status). 

Wazungu are never poor and wazungu are always “other”. 

I quickly learned that my appearance led to being given the best place in church, on the bus, and in the line at the bank.  It meant the marriage proposals, dinner invitations, ministry opportunities, and business partnerships sought me out faster than the mosquitos.   I didn’t have to prove my qualifications or my worthiness.  People automatically presumed my competence based on my physical appearance.

This also meant I was a walking target.  It meant I was robbed by those I’d never met and those I considered my closest friends.  It meant being sought because of what I represented and not who I was.  Everyone wanted a piece of my pie and tried to convince me to support their cause, their need, their ministry, or their business.  My power and wealth were contagious to those in my sphere of relationships (and so I was uninvited from certain ministries and relationships because I would lead to heightened expectations and "scare away" potential donors).   

Adding the label of “female” made me even more complicated.  I represented free sex (thanks to globalized porn industry) and access to status.  I could give visas, job opportunities, cash, cars, and “add value” to those around me.  I was a free ticket to the “heaven” that is the mzungu world.  I represented the colonizer who could be colonized and the unattainable brought within grasp.  
A stereotype doesn't have to be true to be powerful.

It’s very few people who see below the skin, the history, and the stereotype.  


Hood and trunk.  Pharmacist.  Cart.  Diaper.  Napkin.  Center.  Savior.  Airplane. 

When my husband came to the U.S. from Uganda, he also had to adjust his English.  He’s tried to slur certain words, force his “r” in words like dirt, bird, and water, and not pronounce all the letters in mosquito, leopard, and juice.  His English has had to adjust to include more American slang and idioms.  It’s been part of the process of helping his audience understand him and not consider his fluent English as "broken".

He’s also had to relearn what it means to be him.  He has always experienced people interpreting his appearance.  It happened all the time back home.  Other Ugandans, at one glance, read the tall, lean frame and  deep fudge-colored skin and immediately labeled him as “northern Ugandan” or “Nilotic” as opposed to “Bantu”.  These labels carried an army of stereotypes that he shed like a snake sheds skin when he landed in the U.S. he was interpreted according to those stereotypes.  

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African.

It didn’t take a week in the U.S. before Ivan found himself mired in a swamp of symbols he didn’t understand.  In the American context, he has been forced to translate his appearance into the American labels of “Black” and “African” and renegotiate what it means to be him based on how he is interpreted. 

“Black” does not refer to a physical description of aesthetic appearance, but a long, complicated racial history that puts people on a ladder from least desirable to most desirable based on a socially constructed idea of immutable origins.  His skin means he is called n****r, slave, dangerous, and dirty. 

People read his appearance and cross to the other side of the street to avoid walking too close.  The police follow him in their police car and frisk him just to make sure he isn’t causing problems.  His appearance means people interpret his “standing politely and listening” as “threatening” them and will report him to his supervisors for hostility.

Yet his label of “Black” is sometimes countered with “African”.  He is often rejected by African Americans as being “not Black” and told to go back to where he is from.  His status as “African” also means he is exotic and is sought out by “White” Americans to share about what it’s like to be African and poor. 

Africans are always poor and Africans are always “other”.    

Ivan thought he was Ugandan and from the “Pearl of Africa,” the “Source of the Nile,” and he came proud of his heritage.  He quickly learned he should say he is Jamaican.  African is associated with deranged dictators, child soldiers, famine, civil war, AIDS, and poverty.  To be African means to be incompetent and inferior to an American in all things.  To be African means he must have lived with a pet lion, hunted with a spear, clothed in a loin cloth, and only experienced literacy, English, electricity, and automobiles upon U.S. soil.  He is congratulated on finally making it to the "heaven" that is America and freed from the "hell" of Africa.

As an African in America, he learned it means he is wrong.  His English is wrong, his education is wrong, his job experiences are wrong, and his culture is wrong.  He needs to go back to zero, relearn everything, redo everything until he can be reborn “American” and know how to do things “right”.  Until he throws off everything “African” about him, he will just be another “unskilled worker from a s***hole country”(source), no matter how many skills, degrees, and doctorates he possesses.  
A stereotype doesn't have to be true to be powerful.  A jug labeled milk will be treated differently than a jug labeled paint, regardless of contents.  

It’s very few people who see below the skin, the history, and the stereotype. 
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We were born into bodies that we did not choose, into ethnicities we did not intend, and into nationalities that were chosen for us.  Yet these markers of identity still communicate to our audience deeply powerful symbols that influence how we are understood and perceived.  

In cross-cultural interactions, it’s not only the language we speak and way we greet that needs to be translated.  There’s a long process of renegotiating identity: who am I?  Who do other people think I am?  What does it mean to be me?  How do I interact with the world around me based on how this world understands me? Who should I become in future? 

Sometimes we do not know what we communicate through perceptions of our skin, history, or stereotype.  And sometimes we are forced to learn, unlearn, and relearn our own embodied symbols in order to understand how our identity translates across cultures.  
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Friday, December 7, 2018

Healing Invisible Wounds


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She dug her hand into my left hip and I internally groaned in both pain and relief.  Her strong fingers pushed and prodded into the lumpy, misshapen flesh, the remnants of a partially healed scar. 

Every couple of years, I’m reminded of the past when my hip once again begins to ache.  A massage magically evaporates the pain and I can function again like nothing ever happened.  But every few years, it begins again.  The echo of past trauma that begs me to feel the lumps and lines and hard creases deep within and to face my scars. 

The other wound is the one people see.  The four inch bride of Frankenstein monstrosity on my calf might as well be circled in blue highlighter with a “look here” sign written in Sharpie.  People see that scar and they ask questions. 

“What happened?”

“How did you get that?”

Or, my favorite thus far, “Did you die?”

The funny thing is that scar doesn’t hurt.  There is no ache.  It disappears into my daily life until I happen to turn to see if my skirt is on straight.  I look at my scar, it looks at me, we both shrug and move on with our day.  Yes, it isn’t going away, but it’s healed. 

My hip never garners attention or tells a story.  It’s an invisible scar that no one can see, but it likes to make sure I can’t forget it.  From day one, my calf screamed for attention from everybody else like a town crier in the center of the city square.  My hip swallowed all my attention for a month.  It relegated me to crutches, stole my independence, and pulled tears out of my eyes like a freshly cut onion.  The bruises went away but the wound has never fully healed. 

About nine years ago, a sweet grandmother received a new car and driving lessons from her doting son.  On one warm afternoon, the son decided it was time for another lesson.  He patiently sat next to his mother and instructed her how to navigate the bustling Kampala traffic.  As they approached an intersection, traffic stopped ahead.  Unfortunately, the grandmother did not.  Grandmother momentarily forgot which pedal was the brake and which was the gas.  She guessed wrong and rear-ended a pickup truck. 

But first she rear-ended me.  Seeing the stopped cars, I had chosen that same moment to walk across the street.  With a crash and a bang and a creaking of bending metal, I found myself getting acquainted with two different bumpers simultaneously.  Her car met my left hip and smashed the back of my leg against the truck.  The truck’s license plate met my calf, slicing me in what I suspect was revenge for the rather impressive Tara-shaped dent on the truck’s back bumper. 

I decided I’d seen both cars quite enough and tried to walk away, only to find I couldn’t walk and collapsed onto the dusty road.  The grandmother and her son carried me to their car and took me to the nearest hospital. 

I spent the rest of the day telling the doctors they were checking the wrong injury.  They kept looking at the blood.  Their attention was called by what they perceived was the greatest injury.  I fought to draw their attention to what I perceived was my greatest injury.   They poked and prodded and pulled as I shouted, “That’s not where it hurts.  It hurts here!” 

My calf got stitches and antibiotics.  My hip got an x-ray and a pronouncement of “soft tissue damage” and was never treated or looked at again.  


Wounds heal.  My calf scarred over, had its stitches removed, and slowly turned a mellow pink instead of an angry red.  My hip turned a rather fantastic palette of rainbow colors before the bruises melted away into an invisible, lumpy plain.

I appreciated my masseuse last week.  She never asked about my calf.  I told her my hip hurt and so she went straight for where it hurt.  She didn’t avoid it, pretend it didn’t exist, or tell me it shouldn’t hurt.  She didn’t tell me my other wound needed her more.  She didn't even speak.  She listened.  Then she helped me where I needed it most.  When I left, my hip no longer hurt. 

Jesus is a lot like my masseuse.  He’s not afraid to deal with me where I hurt most.  He will go straight to my deepest, most sensitive wounds and insist on bringing healing there.  Sometimes He deals with stitching up currently bleeding wounds and sometimes He waits until I have enough strength and scar tissue to face reopening and revisiting old wounds. 

He’s been doing the same thing to my heart lately.  He whispers I need to forgive an old friend and then that friend just happens to come into town.  He nods His head in the direction of a past humiliation and as I face it, He brings someone to rub joy all over it instead.  He shouts about an old sorrow I need to grieve and then sends me a whole army of friends with tissue boxes.  
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He refuses to let me sulk and stew and stay content as a poorly patched up Frankenstein of a soul.  He insists on regeneration and new life and will not rest until I have my limbs reattached properly.  I work so hard to bury old hurts in the past so I can function in the present.  But Jesus won’t settle with partial healing.  He drags open the dusty, taped up boxes and empties out the forgotten cupboards in my heart.  As He carefully excavates, He throws out all the dirt and dust bunnies and trash to unearth the treasures that are worth finding and worth remembering.  Those treasures would otherwise have remained hidden underneath the muck and mire, the humiliations and failures that I’d rather not revisit, but He wants me to find them. 

Wounds, even invisible ones, can still ache until they are dealt with.  Just because I can’t see it, doesn’t mean I can’t feel it or that it doesn’t affect me.  Time can start the healing process, but sometimes I need a little help kneading out the lumps.

I’m glad that Jesus is a great masseuse. 

Friday, November 16, 2018

Woman


(Photo credit: Ugandan batik. My kitchen wall.)

Innermost cells to outermost frame,
DNA, bones, and chromosomes.
Birth to death, conception to disintegration,
She is Female.

Her ease or hardship are inscribed in her bones.
Her skeleton tells her story.
Disease, childbirth, nutrition, age.
Her grave and lifeless body cry out,
"Woman's Life."


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Her smaller body matures faster but runs slower.
She tires faster but lives longer.
Her less muscular body has its own strength,
Built to withstand famine and disease
And see enough sunrises to grow gray hair.
She is Female.


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The beautiful mystery.
Creating, recreating, procreating,
and renovating the next humanity.
Connecting the ancestors with the descendants,
The past and future,
Knit together in a tiny, helpless bundle of possibility.
Two parts make a whole.
Male and Female.


(Photo Credit: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jacques_D%27Agoty_-_Anatomy.jpg)

Womb, child bearer, child carrier, fertile ground.
The curse and the blessing,
Adds value and detracts, defines and destroys.
Her body holds, expands, encompasses, sustains, and nourishes.
New Life.

Her body is torn asunder.
That possibility violently explodes into reality.
From death comes life and from life comes death.
How many die so that life can win?
Blood and water, tears of pain and joy, grief and change.
A microcosm of life in one first cry.
She is Female.


(Photo credit: https://hellochristian.com/627-paintings-that-capture-the-beauty-of-getting-a-baby by Amanda Greavette: http://amandagreavette.com/index2.php#/home/)

But is she a Woman?
Does womanhood begin at menarche, marriage, or maternity?
At coming of age or a Quinceañera?
Circumcision or consummation?
Does it come through the birth of sons
Or through acquisition of daughters-in-law?
What if she never recreates herself?
She is female but what makes a woman?

She sounds like a woman.
Language, grammar, pronunciation.
Her voice and her songs. Her stories and her jokes.
Her laughter, her tears.
She even sounds like a woman in her silence.


(Photo credit: maybe me or a team mate? somewhere in northern Ethiopia.)

She looks like a woman.
Her pink, her black, her burqa, her dress,
Her gomesi, her habit, her kemis and her huipil.
She advertises her femininity by covering it.
Adorned in jewels and bangles, henna and lace, curls and flowers.
She must show she is a woman.

But that is not enough.
Ethnicity, class, religion, marital status, and age.
What kind of woman is she?


(Photo credit: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f4/Akha_laos_11_03d.jpg/256px-Akha_laos_11_03d.jpg)

Not all women are created equal.
Not all women are the same.

Young, old.
Maiden, spinster, widow.
Muslim, Catholic, Hindu,Christian, Pagan.
Rich, poor, middle class.
Third World, modern.
Civilized, savage, primitive.
Urban, rural.
Illiterate, educated.
Slave, free, servant.
Adjectives matter.


(Photo credit: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sojourner_truth_c1870.jpg)

Woman’s work. Woman’s job.
Woman’s sphere.
Domestic. Woman’s place.
Adjectives matter.


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Wo-man. Fe-male. The opposite of male.
Can man be defined without woman?
Can woman be defined without man?
The Other.


(Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/en/couple-love-man-woman-love-couple-1276629/)


She’s the helpmate, the missing rib, his biggest fan,
His other half, his support, his completion.
She’s the temptress, the seductress, the thorn in his side,
His distraction, his destruction, his pollution.
She is dangerous.

Mysterious, uncontrolled, and incomprehensible.
She must be dominated, tamed, and bridled.
She is his conquest, his trophy, his proof of manhood.
His mirror.


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“You play like a girl, run like a girl, scream like a girl, act like a girl.”
“That’s a girl’s job.”
“Stop being such a girl.”
“Girls can’t do that.”
“You are only a woman.”
“But you are a woman.”
An insult, a blemish, a detraction, a definition.


(Photo credit: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Pomare,_Queen_of_Tahiti,_the_persecuted_Christian,_by_George_Baxter,_1845_(frameless,_digital_restoration).jpg)

Not enough, never enough.
Starve, purge, fatten, bind, cut, primp, paint, and fix.
Pursue beauty, find worth, seek value.
She wars with her biology.
She was born with this body.
She is Female.
She is Woman.
How can she escape it?


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The last resort queen, judge, successor.
Her birth is unfortunate, unlucky.
The unwanted females.
She is buried in death before her birth.
The family burdens.

Caretaker, nurturer, rock, strength.
She ties them all together.
Protector of home and hearth, tradition and ritual.
Caring for the weak, the sick, the young, the old.
Mistress of her castle, matriarch of her kin.
Respected by her people.
She carries the family burdens.


(Photo credit: https://www.spectator.co.uk/2014/11/elizabeth-i-queen-of-the-waiting-game/)


Do not let her read, write, or learn.
Do not let her speak, teach, or influence.
Keep her quiet, ignorant, toothless, bound.
Isolated from friends, kin, and connections.
Marry her to an older man. Marry her too young.
Wear her out with hard labor and a full womb.
Chain her to her place, her world, her sphere.
Then she is safe.


(Photo credit: https://images.metmuseum.org/CRDImages/gr/original/DP118070.jpg)


Educate her. Teach her to read, write, and learn.
Give her a voice, power, platform.
Let her change the world.
Teach her to despise being a mother, to hate her body.
Marry her old or don’t marry her at all.
Keep her single and alone.
Keep her independent, safe, in control.
Make her strong, bold, and competitive.
Let her invade the male sphere,
As long as she knows the male sphere is better, she is still safe.
Who wants to be a woman?


(Photo credit: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/571323902723512426/)

She is bought and sold, kidnapped and conquered.
Her home and body are invaded.
She smuggles drugs and weapons, Bibles and food.
She supplies soldiers, hides her men, and protects her children.
She knows danger.


(Photo credit: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/4c/Kikyuyu-woman.jpeg/512px-Kikyuyu-woman.jpeg)

The mystic, ascetic, the holy.
The shaman and the healer.
She knows the Divine as husband and bridegroom. 
She receives prophesies, dreams, visions, and spirits.
And she was burned on the stake as a heretic, witch, and martyr.

She is too permeable.
The line between her body and others,
her spirits and others, is too fluid.
She is in danger of invasion.
She is dangerous.

She is Woman.


(Photo credit: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_of_Arc#/media/File:Stilke_Hermann_Anton_-_Joan_of_Arc%27s_Death_at_the_Stake.jpg)








Friday, October 19, 2018

Truth in Postmodernism


                The past few weeks I’ve found myself diving deeply into a reevaluation of womanhood from Biblical, historical, biological and cultural perspectives.  I want to find out what is part of my DNA and what has made up the fabric of my social conditioning as a woman.  That is not what this post is about.  In the middle of my research, I came across what I thought would be a promising resource: Biblical Womanhood in a Postmodern Culture (Linder, 2016).  My first thought was “whoo hoo!  Maybe this source can give me more useful information on what womanhood looks like my actual current circumstances.”  


I was wrong.  It would have helped if they got the definition of postmodernism right.  They didn’t.

According to postmodern theory, truth is not universal, is not objective or absolute, and cannot be determined by a commonly accepted method….much of the literature about postmodernism is nonsensical and hard to take seriously. When major postmodern figures speak or write, the gibberish which often results sounds more like a vocabulary test than a sustained argument.   (R. Albert Mohler Jr., cited in Linder, p. 42)

Postmodernism: Reevaluation of our Human Capacity for Omniscience

First off, let’s start with what postmodernism is:

“A general movement within the social sciences and humanities that during the 1980s and 1990s sought to question the possibility of impartiality, objectivity, or authoritative knowledge,”  (Erickson & Murphy, 2003, p. 206) (emphasis mine).

Postmodernism:  Not a Denial of Absolute Truth

Next, what postmodernism is not: 

It does not mean there is no truth.  It does not deny the existence of objective reality.  It points out the way that our cultural perspective and historical milieu have shaped our views, biases, and methods of creating knowledge.  (Erickson & Murphy, 2003, p. 163-164) Once again, it does not mean there is no truth, it means our capacity to know truth is constrained by our humanness.  In other words, absolute truth isn’t bashed as much as human omniscience. 

Why Postmodernism? Teenage Rebellion against Modernism 

                After World War II, the West’s previously held paradigms of the world and knowledge and power were badly shaken.  Modernism, humanism, science, and rational thinking were supposed to fix world problems and instead it culminated in a disastrous World War, upheld by these very same philosophies.  Thus, as a reaction against some of the excesses of modernism, postmodernism was born. 



Some Things I’ve Learned from Postmodernism

1.)  Humility:  I am fallible, imperfect, and limited in my capacity to know everything.

                Modernism taught that the knowledge created by the West was universal…but it had to be created in the West by the West for it to be knowledge and for it to be true.  Western methods of creating knowledge were the only ways to find truth and those truths were true for all people (even non-Western ones).

 Postmodernism says, “hey now, just because you used the scientific method doesn’t mean you know everything.  You can be wrong sometimes and other people can have good ideas too.”



2.)  Situatedness:  I am a creature of my context, created by, in and for a particular milieu.

Postmodernism is, in essence, an evaluation of how context influences our capacity to know things (Derrida, 1982).  Truth is inseparable from power and power is inseparable from truth (Foucault, 1968). This doesn’t mean that an absolute truth doesn’t exist, it just means that our capacity to know and understand truth is rooted in our historical context and what is accepted as true in one particular era may not be accepted in another, but that doesn’t make it less true, just unseen or unacknowledged truth (Rabinow, 1986).

For example, germs made people sick long before the microscope.  Gravity existed for Sir Isaac Newton.  Lake Victoria had Africans fishing its waters long before Europeans had it on their maps.  The lack of knowledge of germs, gravity, and Lake Victoria didn’t make them less true…they just were not yet known to a particular group of people at a particular time in history.  European knowledge was constrained by their context.   

My knowledge of the world is influence by the world I have grown up in.  Kevin Vanhoozer explains, “the postmodern condition is perhaps best view in terms of an acute awareness of one’s situatedness (e.g., in gender, culture, history, language, geography, etc.)” (89).  Being an English-speaking Millennial mzungu woman from Los Angeles influences my view of the world, my interactions with people I meet, and my ideas of and capacity to know truth (not the absolute reality of Truth). It also influences my interests.  I tend to have an affinity for female authors more so than male authors.  I’ll take Elizabeth Gaskell over Charles Dickens anyway.  I prefer Jane Austen to J.R.R. Tolkien.  In anthropology, I am fascinated by the role of women in the world and how marriage, kinship, sexuality, and childrearing are influenced by culture.  I love reading about women’s worlds and women’s perspectives because I am a woman.  My experience as a woman colors my interests, my relationships with other people, and my view of myself.  Postmodernism forces me to both acknowledge my bias and frees me to pursue my interests.

                Situatedness also requires an honest evaluation of the power dynamics shaping the definitions of truth in a particular time period.  The majority of Americans can’t find Uganda on a map.  Does that mean Uganda doesn’t exist?  No.  It means that Uganda is irrelevant to America and not seen as important to daily life. Anthropologists or missionaries they are paid salaries by the British Empire are going to have different incentives and priorities for their work than anthropologists or missionaries paid by Wycliffe Bible Translators.  Studies on climate change funded by oil companies may have slightly different results than those conducted by wildlife conservationists.  And the supporting political party of a particular media outlet may influence which facts they report and which they do not.  There is an infrastructure of power that forms our ideas of truth based and it’s just as important to acknowledge that power as the truth. 

                Power means that the winner writes the history book and the loser’s story disappears.  Postmodernism says that if you want to understand Truth, you need to hear both the winner’s side and the loser’s side of the story.  Having only one story doesn’t mean you are closer to Truth, it just means you only acknowledge one truth and refuse to hear any other sides of a story.  An honest look at who controls the story, who benefits from the story, and who isn’t included in the story can give a more accurate picture of the story than the story itself. 

 

3.)  Mystery:  there is knowledge that is beyond my understanding and a world larger than myself. 

                The idea that one people group, one part of the world, or one method of knowledge is the all-encompassing end-all for truth-production severely shrinks Truth to a very small, narrow place.  The scientific method is pretty great and very useful, but it’s not the only way to learn about the world.  There are things that just can’t be known by science alone. 

                The world is complicated and complex and, even with the scientific method in place, scientists have to admit there are things they just don’t know.  Then there are things beyond the natural world which the scientific method can’t even begin to approach.  There is a sense of mystery having things beyond human understanding and knowledge that I can’t even begin to know.  It reminds me I’m a small person in a much larger universe. 

Postmodernism reminds me that God is mysterious and numinous.  He is bigger than knowledge, tools, theories, philosophies, and discoveries.  The God I know is bigger than archaeology, biology, anthropology, psychology, philosophy, and all other “ologies”.  It is arrogant to think that a discovery can “prove” or “disprove” God.  Why are we so afraid of knowledge, of change, of being wrong?  God is bigger and He can defend Himself.  The God I know is bigger than modernism, postmodernism, premodernism, and post postmodernism.  He is the beginning and the end, He is “before all things and in Him all things hold together.” 

I don’t need to be afraid of opposing viewpoints.  At the end of the day, Jesus is “the way and the truth and the life,” regardless of the philosophies of my current era, whether they be Hellenistic, Platonic, Confucian, or Existentialist.  And God is still God and He works in every era, through every era, and in the worldviews of all peoples in order to bring all people’s to Himself. 

Does all of this sound oversimplified?  It is.  I’m trying to avoid all the “gibberish” and “nonsensicalness” of postmodern writers.  Is postmodernism flawed?  Absolutely.  I’ve yet to find any human creation that is perfect.  But postmodernism is.  It’s the new reality in the Western world.  A world of contesting voices, power struggles, and reevaluations of how we know what we know.  It’s ok to sometimes throw everything in the blender and spend some time looking in the mirror to see who we are and what made us that way.  Good ideas and new insights can come out of that.   It’s better to know what it is than fight against what it isn’t. 

Now that my rant is finished, I can return to my original purpose…reevaluation of womanhood (in light of postmodernism, of course!)  

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Foucault, M. (1968). On the Archaeology of the Sciences: Questions for Michel Foucault. Cahiers. Retrieved 10 18, 2018, from http://cahiers.kingston.ac.uk/pdf/cpa9.1.cercle.translation.pdf

Linder, L. (2016). Biblical Womanhood In a Postmodern Culture: Standing on Truth in our Shaky World. Retrieved 10 17, 2018, from Bethlethem College and Seminary: http://2uxt2berb3uz5oi1iq6uzjv0-wpengine.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/BW_Teachers-Guide.pdf

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Vanhoozer, K. J. (2006). "One Rules to Rule Them All?" Theological Method in an Era of World Christianity. In C. Ott, & H. A. Netland (Eds.), Globalizing Theology: Belief and Practice in an Era of World Christianity (pp. 85-126). Grand Rapids, MI: Baker Academic.

Friday, October 12, 2018

Christianity in Africa and Africa in Christianity








Christianity and Africa are inseparable. The two are intertwined deeply in the history and development of the other. Christianity is not foreign to African soils. It is not a religion brought in by fumbling European missionaries in suits with sunburned noses. No, from its conception, Africa has been there and has made invaluable contributions to the evolution of the faith. Yet Christianity has also had a profound impact on the development of Africa. The evolution and history of the faith has held an irrevocable role in the evolution of the cultural landscape and history of the continent. Despite the continual rise and fall of empires, power struggles, and battles to define and understand itself and its role, Christianity has persevered on the continent and remains a vibrant force for change and movement even today. Through this article, the impact of Africa on Christianity and of Christianity on Africa will be explored through four stages of history: initial expansion from the first century to the seventh century of the current era, the disintegration of empires from the seventh century to the fifteenth century, the rise of commercial-religious expansion during the fifteenth to the nineteenth century, and finally the modern missionary movement from the nineteenth century to the modern day.

I.) First to Seventh Century C.E.: Birth of Christianity

Africa has been involved in the development of Christianity even before the very death and resurrection of Jesus, the cornerstone and foundation of the faith. According to Biblical traditions, Africans were present at nearly all of the major events in the formation of the faith. Africans were a part of Jesus’ infancy, his crucifixion, the onset of the first church, and the subsequent expansion of the church. The writings of Matthew teach that Jesus spent a few of his formative years in Egypt with his parents, Mary and Joseph after fleeing the wrath of King Herod[1]. Later on, according to the writings in the Gospels, Africa again came a part of the tradition during Jesus’ crucifixion. Simon from Cyrene, Libya, carried Jesus’ cross when Jesus had fallen from exhaustion and could no longer carry it[2]. During the Jewish feast of Pentecost, after the ascension of Jesus in which the first Christian church emerged, two African men were named as being present during Pentecost[3] and the book of Acts tell of Phillip converting and baptizing an Ethiopian Eunuch he met on the road and converted[4].

After the establishment of the first Christian Church movement in the first century and on until the 7th century of the Common Era, Africa still held an important role in the development of the faith. During this period, Christianity underwent an extensive formative process as the Church struggled to come into being and then later to define itself. The initial birthing pains of the Church watered the lands of the Roman Empire in the blood of martyrs. Yet this persecution, instead of dampening the faith, seemed instead to fuel it and Christianity spread like wildfire across the Empire and beyond. During this era, the faith spread throughout northern and eastern Africa, and became established in Egypt, Ethiopia, Nubia, and North Africa. African Christians were not exempt from martyrdom as even St. Cyprian, the bishop of Carthage, was martyred in 258 for refusing to offer sacrifices to the Roman gods[5]. As early as 180, it is recorded in the Acts, the earliest authentic document on Christianity in North Africa, that 12 Christians from Scilla (or Scillium) in Numidia were executed under the Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius for refusing to recant[6].

The conversion of Constantine in 312 CE and subsequent Christianizing of the Roman Empire quickly stilled the persecution of the infant Church. The Church all the sudden found itself in a position of power. All the energy that the saints had spent on surviving outwardly was suddenly enabled to turn inward and focus on the defining of Church beliefs and doctrines. As the Church no longer had to worry about being fed to lions and hiding in catacombs, the Church could now worry about what those within its confines of faith believed and adhered to. With the diversity inherent in its converts, doctrinal disputes were unavoidable. These disputes were necessary in order to determine and define what Christianity was and was not. The doctrinal disputes between the Donatists and Monophysites, the Pelagianists and the Arians, the Gnostics and the Judiazers all led to a need for the Church to decide what it was by deciding what it was not. Ecumenical councils were called together to determine official positions of the Universal Church on theological disputes[7]. These disputes, though an unavoidable part in the development of Christianity, were conducted in painful and needlessly bloody manners, and created great rifts and chasms between groups.

African Christianity was itself in dispute with more than half of the Christians in North Africa being Donatists, especially in Numidia, and this created a large division between different branches of the faith[8]. These doctrinal disputes led to the declaring of many to be deemed as heretics (which in many cases were most of the African versions of Christianity, especially the Monophysite beliefs held by the Coptic Church). These doctrinal disputes were sometimes peaceful, and oftentimes horrifically not. Though many of the manners in which these conflicts were quelled were less than savory and even, less than “Christian”, the conflicts themselves (not the way in which they were solved) were necessary for the evolution of the faith.

While Christianity struggled to define itself, there arose a great many brilliant minds that greatly impacted the development of the faith. Their works and writings and ideas influenced and laid foundations for the Church for the following hundreds and thousands of years, many still being read today. Appropriately enough, many of these influential individuals were of African blood; men such as Tertullian, Origen, and Clement of Alexandria had a profound impact that is still felt. Pachomius and Anthony developed the monastic tradition which was later carried into Europe and used to spread the faith throughout the world[9]. The most impacting African of the era, and one of the most influential writers in Christianity[10], was Augustine of Hippo whose writings are still recognized by both European and African Christians and a part of traditions even today.

While African minds were influencing the evolution of Christian thought, Christianity was transforming the cultural landscape of Africa in Egypt, Ethiopia, Nubia, and North Africa. The most influential African church began was founded in Egypt. Tradition holds that St. Mark founded the church in Egypt as early as 40-60 CE and the church in the ancient Hellenistic city of Alexandria became a center of Christendom. The Coptic Church, as it later came known to be called, spread Christianity through Africa and despite persecution and Islamic invasion, has continued to the present day.[11]

Nubia’s conversion came during the 6th century when the Egyptian monk, Julian traveled through Nobatia preaching the gospel. By 652 CE, the last of the three Nubian kingdoms had converted. This area produced a flourishing of religious art and architecture during this era[12]. The church in North Africa was well established, especially in Carthage which became another flourishing center of Christendom. Christianity spread remarkably quickly in North Africa, so much so that by 312 there were at least 70 bishops in Numidia[13].




Christianity is deeply interwoven into the fabric of Ethiopia. With the conversion of the Ethiopian Eunuch in the book of Acts and Eusebius’ account stating that the apostle Matthew “spread seed of the church to Ethiopia”[14] Christianity has had a presence in the country ever since the beginning. Whatever its original origin may be, the country itself was not notably Christianized until the mid-fourth century with the arrival of scholars from Alexandria who converted the Axumite king[15]. St. Frumentius is given credit for introducing the people of Ethiopia to Christianity. He was a slave of the king in the Axumite court, and brought Christianity to the court and to the people. King Ezana eventually accepted Christianity and Frumentius was ordained the bishop of the Ethiopian church[16] . Christianity spread throughout the country and became infused with many traditional Ethiopian elements[17]. Aksum remained a Christian nation from the 4th century until 7th or 8th century.


II.) Seventh to Fifteenth Centuries C.E.: Disintegration of Empires


The next era in history, during the 7th-15th century, saw a profound disintegration of the previously established Christian empires and retraction and isolation of the Church. Theological disputes had turned church energies inward causing the Church to gradually grow more and more disunited and weak. The Roman and Byzantine “Christian” Empires became so busy quarrelling amongst themselves that they began to disintegrate and lose territory. With the rise of Islam, most of the empires fell apart. The rapid spread of Islam over North Africa from 640-711 “effectively ended the presence of Christianity”[18]. The areas most weakened through internal struggles, especially where the Monophysite belief had been dominant, were where Islam most effectively expanded. By 700, Alexandria, one of the oldest patriarchal churches and the most important Christian center in Africa, had been lost[19].





During this season, Africa lost much of its Christian influence, but not all. Christianity remained a permanent part of the landscape in certain well-established and hidden parts of the continent. In Nubia and Egypt, many converted to Islam rather than face the persecutions of Islam. Yet the taxation and persecution that the spread of Islam brought to these areas could not permanently stamp out the impact of Christianity in these areas. A few stubbornly held onto their Christian traditions. In Nubia, for example, the Muslims came in 652 and captured Dongola, the last Christian stronghold. Strangely enough, the Muslim conquerors treated the Nubian Christians differently than most areas they took over. Instead of forcing them to convert or suppressing their freedom, the Muslims and Christians agreed on a treaty which they called a bakt. This treaty was a “highly unusual move for the time” and “guaranteed a strong measure of autonomy and religious freedom to Nubia”.[20] Dongola remained Christian until 14th century and Alwa held on until the 16th century when it finally fell to the Ottomans.




(pictured: Rock Church in Lalibela)

Ethiopia also survived the Muslim onslaught, but not without injury. It was effectively separated from the rest of Christendom and became a church turned inward, isolated from the outside world. During the 12th-13th centuries, Christianity still continued to spread southward in the country. Christianity’s influence can be seen in the art, architecture, government and culture of the time being, entrenched into every aspect of Ethiopia. During this era Ethiopian religious art and architecture flourished, producing some of the greatest achievements of the country, including the massive rock-hewn churches in Axum and Lalibela. Christianity was given its own uniquely Ethiopian color and flavor during this period of incubation, separated from the rest of the world by the Muslim strongholds. [21]

III.) Fifteenth to Nineteenth Centuries C.E.: Age of European Expansion 

The 15th-19th centuries saw a rise of commercial-religious expansion through the efforts of European explorers and missionaries. Within ten years of the first Portuguese ship rounding the Cape of Good Hope in 1488, their ships had explored up the East Coast of Africa[22]. This contagious surge of exploration spread across Europe as efficiently as the Plague and quickly brought ships full of would-be explorers and merchants onto Africa’s rich, red soil. In these foreign hearts, politics and religion remained inextricably linked. In a marriage of selfishness and selflessness, greed and charity, Christianity was carried on European ships to parts of Africa before unaffected by the faith. Eastern, western, and southern coasts of the continent felt the impact of the influx of European beliefs and customs, from South Africa to Kenya to Benin and to the Congo. While this movement did create a sudden burst of Christianity around the coasts of the continent, it did not leave a lasting impression in the hearts of the people.




(pictured King Nzinga)

The kingdom of the Kongo received missionaries in 1491who came with the intent and purpose of converting the king and controlling commerce. This two-fold goal gave exploitation a blunter edge. The Manikongo King Nzinga was the first to receive the Portuguese and later he and his entire court converted to Christianity. Yet much of his conversion and the conversions of the court were influenced by wealth and power politics more so than any genuine change of belief[23]. King Nzinga’s son, Alfonso I (1461-1543), however, was a sincere and passionate convert and proceeded to make Christianity the official state religion and encouraged the Portuguese missionaries to continue to come and convert his people[24].

The Kongo wasn’t alone. A Roman Catholic mission was created in Cairo in 1630, Mozambique had one king baptized in 1652, and South Africa saw its share of converts. Mombasa had its own share of Portuguese priests at Fort Jesus until they were finally killed and expelled. Even Ethiopia received Jesuit missionaries from 1564-1622.[25]

While Christianity began to influence areas that it had never touched before and places previously isolated from the rest of Christendom were suddenly exposed to different ways of worship, Christianity did not leave a lasting impression on African soil despite the efforts of these European missionaries. The goal of political/commercial expansion and the salvation of souls for Christianity were conflicting, often diametrically opposed purposes that made it necessary for one to be chosen over the other and, more often than not, economic goals won out.

In the Kongo, the Portuguese two-fold goal began to be more and more lop-sided as they pursued economic gains with much more vigor than they pursued spiritual. They continued to put more and more pressure on the kingdom to provide them with slaves, even going so far as to kidnap people in the king’s own family. By 1613, King Alvare II resorted to the Vatican to try to reassert authority that had been stolen by the Portuguese. He complained in a letter to the Pope that “the Christian religion is making no progress because there are no priests...the foreign priests who come to the Congo have no preoccupation other than that of enriching themselves and returning to their countries; they take no interest in gaining souls for heaven.”[26] The Portuguese had created more of a commercial empire with a Christian rationalization than a Christian kingdom. Across Africa, the European missionaries’ use of politics to develop the church and the church to develop politics failed. No viable Christian structures lasted beyond the deteriorating abandoned archeological relics until the 1880’s[27].

IV.) Nineteenth Century to Today: Modern Missions to Reverse Mission 


The dawning of the 19th century continued to see Africa impact Christianity around the world. The slave trade between the Western world and African world led to unavoidable controversy, increasing in its uncomfortable gnawing at the consciences of the perpetrating cultures. This dichotomy and conflict between commercial and ethical/moral goals continued to rise until more and more advocates began to condemn the slave trade until it was finally abolished. This movement in the British Empire became “the engine to drive the modern missionary movement, especially the Protestant missions.”[28]



(Pictured: German East Africa from German Federal Archive)

Soon, new missionary societies sprung up all over the U.S. and Europe, including a reformation in Catholic missions. This new movement saw a change in approach where it no longer focused its attention on the kings, rulers, and princes. Instead of seeking to convert the elite and so force conversion upon the masses, the modern missions’ movement sought to convert the ordinary people. Individuals came to convert individuals instead of nations converting nations. This new movement also focused on the underdogs and marginal members of society and the ordinary folks. It sought to train the indigenous people for the clergy and find ways for peaceful, social change[29].

African cultures played an important role in the development of this new movement. For much of Christian history, foreign missionary endeavors have been ignorant on the importance of anthropological methods and an understanding of a native people’s language and worldview. Over time, missionaries finally began to realize that European Christians are distinct from Asian ones which are distinct from African ones. For too long, Christianity was imported into Africa in a strictly European cultural shell that was near impossible for indigenous peoples to understand or conform to. Only when the Gospel was garbed in their traditional clothes could it be swallowed and fully digested in a meaningful way, as it had in Ethiopia and Egypt.

Christianity had an explosive impact on the continent. Europeans, both missionaries and not, had imported many of their values and political systems, some for good and some for ill, yet regardless of that, they came and became a part of the identities of the people. The modern missions’ movement brought trends in linguistic work and cultural ethnography that had profound effects both for Christianity and for the people themselves[30].

While under colonial control, the continent housed approximately 8.7 million Christians in 1900. By 1962, there were 60 million and by 1998, there were 350 million. It is important to note that the explosion of growth of Christianity came “after the end of colonial rule.”[31]

The twentieth century saw an upsurge in nationalism as Africans sought to throw off the yoke of colonialism and stand in their own independence. This movement also impacted Christianity in Africa as concurrently, Africa saw a rise in indigenous, independent church movements. Africa is still in the process of defining what Christianity looks like when stripped of its foreign elements, brought down to the bare essentials of the faith, and transplanted in its own soil. Conflicts still remain between the leftover scars and mistakes from Colonialism, as well as the power struggles facing African nations as they struggle to survive. And so, Christianity too is facing a power struggle as it seeks to decide whether to remain connected with foreign assistance or struggle for itself.

The twenty first century sees one fifth of the entire global church located in Africa. While overall numbers of Christians have declined in Europe, Africa has seen continual growth.[32] Christianity can no longer be called a “Western” religion or a “white man’s” religion as the global center of Christianity continues to shift away from North American and Europe and to South America, Africa, and Asia. Andrew F. Walls makes the argument that in the same way the secular world of academia has learned that in order to understand modern Africa, “it is necessary to know something about Christianity” so in the theological world, “if one wishes to study modern Christianity, it is necessary to know something about Africa.”[33] The future of global Christianity is and will continue to be heavily influenced by African Christianity.

One example of this can be seen in what has been called “reverse mission.” African immigrants are now sending Christian missionaries back to their former colonial masters, and to other parts of the world and bringing new expressions of Christianity into de-Christianized European cities[34]. Kwabena Asamoah-Gyadu’s research among diaspora churches found that “some of the largest congregations in Europe-Western and Eastern-are either founded by Africans or are led by people of African descent.” He also argues that, while they may have started as primarily immigrant churches, many have not remained so and have branched out into the surrounding communities and cultural groups. These African-led churches are bringing African Christianity outside of Africa and to the rest of the world, breathing new life into dwindling European churches. [35]

Similar to Europe, the U.S. is also seeing an influx of African Christians who see themselves not only as immigrants but as missionaries. Jannel Bakker (citing R. Stephen Warner) argues that “we are witinessing not so much the de-Christianization of American society as the de-Europeanization of American Christianity.”[36] This is expected to continue as the number and influence of African migrants continues to rise in the U.S. (and, incidentally, Africa has more Christians than the U.S. has people).

Now as we march forward in the 21st century, both Africa and Christianity will face a whole new onslaught of questions and challenges. As Africa becomes a new heartland for Christianity and whispers change to the global Christian church through missionaries and immigrants around the world, it is clear that the future of both will remain inextricably intertwined.

In conclusion, Africa has been an essential part of the history of Christianity since before its conception as a world religion. Africa’s contributions to the faith cannot be understated, nor would Christianity have been the same religion without it. Yet, neither would Africa have been the same without Christianity. They have evolved together. They have undergone struggles in trying to understand what they mean to each other and how to interpret and react to changing global conditions. It has a spotted and blood-stained history, colored by greed and disagreements. Empires have come and gone. Kings have lived and died. Yet it also has a glorious and powerful history of overcoming evil and surviving despite intense persecution, injustice, and marginalization and shaping global world events through the influence of both.


[1] Matthew 2:13-23


[2] Matthew 27:32


[3] Acts 2:8-10


[4] Acts 8:26-40


[5] “Christianity,” Encyclopedia of African History and Culture: Ancient Africa (prehistory to 500 CE) V I, ed. William Page, 5 vols. (USU: The Learning Source, LTD, 2005) 55.


[6] "Scillitan Martyrs." Encyclopædia Britannica. 2006. Encyclopædia Britannica Online. 4 Nov. 2006 <http://search.eb.com/eb/article-9001247>.


[7] “Christianity,” Encyclopedia of African History and Culture: Ancient Africa Vol I 44


[8] "North Africa." Encyclopædia Britannica. 2006. Encyclopædia Britannica Online. 4 Nov. 2006 <http://search.eb.com/eb/article-46477>.


[9] “Christianity: Missionary Enterprise,” Encyclopedia of Africa South of the Sahara, Volume I, ed. John Middleton (New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1997) 290.


[10] Bamber Gascoigne, Christianity: A History. (New York: Carroll & Graf Publishers, 2003) 35.


[11] “Christianity,” Encyclopedia of African History and Culture: Ancient Africa Vol I 55.


[12] “Nubia,” Encyclopedia of African History and Culture: African Kingdoms (500-1500 CE) Vol II


[13] "North Africa." Encyclopædia Britannica.


[14] “Christianity: Missionary Enterprise,” Encyclopedia of Africa South of the Sahara, Vol I.


[15] Joseph E. Holloway, An Introduction To Classical African Civilizations. (Northridge: New World African Press, 2002) 93.


[16] Terri Koontz, Mark Sidwell, S.M. Bunker. World Studies for Christian Schools. (Greenville: Bob Jones University Press, 2000) 114.


[17] “Christianity, influence of,” Encyclopedia of African History and Culture: African Kingdoms (500-1500 CE) Vol II. 47-48.


[18] “Christianity, influence of,” Encyclopedia of African History and Culture: African Kingdoms (500-1500 CE) Vol II. 47-48.


[19] Paul Johnson, A History of Christianity. (New York: Simon & Schuster, 1976) 170


[20]“Christianity, influence of,” Encyclopedia of African History and Culture: African Kingdoms (500-1500 CE) Vol II. 47-48.


[21] “Christianity, influence of,” Encyclopedia of African History and Culture: African Kingdoms (500-1500 CE) Vol II. 47-48.


[22]Bamber Gascoigne 125.


[23]Holloway, 152. .


[24] “Alvare II and Alvare III, Kings of Congo,” Documents from the African Past, ed. Robert O. Collins (Princeton: Markus Wiener Publishers, 2001) 85-86.


[25] “Christianity, Influence of,” Encyclopedia of African History and Culture: From Conquest to Colonization (1500-1850 CE) Vol III. 52-54.


[26] [26] “Alvare II and Alvare III, Kings of Congo,” Documents from the African Past. 86.


[27] “Christianity: Missionary Enterprise,” Encyclopedia of Africa South of the Sahara, Vol I. 292.


[28] “Christianity: Missionary Enterprise,” Encyclopedia of Africa South of the Sahara, Vol I. 292.


[29] “Christianity: Missionary Enterprise,” Encyclopedia of Africa South of the Sahara, Vol I. 291.


[30] “Christianity: Missionary Enterprise,” Encyclopedia of Africa South of the Sahara, Vol I. 292.


[31] Sanneh, 18, quoted by Harold A. Netland. “Introduction: Globalization and Theology Today,” Globalizing Theology: Belief and Practice in an Era of World Christianity. Craig Ott and Harold. A. Netland, eds. Grand Rapids: Baker Academic, 2006. 14-34.


[32] Timothy Tennent. Theology in the Context of World Christianity. Grand Rapids: Zondervan, 2007. 8-9


[33] Andrew F. Walls. “Globalization and the Study of Christian History,” Globalizing Theology: Belief and Practice in an Era of World Christianity. Craig Ott and Harold. A. Netland, eds. Grand Rapids: Baker Academic, 2006. 70-82.


[34] Lily Kuo. “Africa’s ‘Reverse Missionaries’ are Bringing Christianity Back to the United Kingdom,” Quartz Africa. 11 Oct 2017. https://qz.com/africa/1088489/africas-reverse-missionaries-are-trying-to-bring-christianity-back-to-the-united-kingdom/ Accessed 11 October 2018.


[35] Kwabena Asamoah-Gyadu. “African-led Christianity in Europe: Migration and Diaspora Evangelism,” Lausanne World Pulse Archives. July 2008. http://www.lausanneworldpulse.com/themedarticles-php/973/07-2008. Accessed 11 October, 2018.


[36] Janel Kragt Bakker. “Every Migrant a Missionary: Immigrant Christians in America,” Bearings Online. 20 March 2014. https://collegevilleinstitute.org/bearings/every-migrant-missionary-immigrant-christians-america/ Accessed 11 October 2018.