The Amsterdam Convention (2) . . .

LEARNING AT HOME AND ABROAD
by W. Carl Ketcherside

Before we ever left home to go to Amsterdam we were furnished a list of workshops which would be available to us. Each participant was to select seven. When we arrived we received a sheet showing our selections and the locations of each. There were about 110 in all but several of them required more than one room and several teachers. The instructors were to be experts in their various fields. All of the workshops given in English were translated simultaneously into Portuguese, French, Japanese, Korean, Mandarin Chinese, German, Spanish and Arabic, making ten languages in which each session of special interest was given.

The translators, who were very adept, occupied booths at the top of the seats in the rear of the auditorium. Each listener was furnished earphones connected to a little black container which he clamped on his coat. By turning a little dial he could easily arrive at the language he understood and could follow right along with the speaker. When I listened to the workshop in “Evangelistic Preaching Among Displaced Persons” I could easily understand the Russian, Yugoslavian, Czech and East German speakers. One of the interesting things to me was to meet men and women who could converse in as many as seven different tongues. There were many who spoke three languages fluently.

There was hardly a theme I could think of which was not discussed. The workshops covered everything from the use of sophisticated media to the evangelist’s study life, and his relationship to resistant people and to difficult areas. It was a hard task to select the seven that you wanted to participate in. The one on Buddhism was taught by Tissa Weerasingha, the one on Hindu by Anand Chaudhari of Rajasthan Bible Institute, the one on Jews by Susan Perlman, of Jews for Jesus; the one on Muslims by Dr. Akbar Abdul-Hagg. Even the names sounded as if they were made for the themes. I attended the one on Marxism which lasted almost three hours and featured sixteen men —everyone from the Metropolitan of Russian Orthodoxy, and the Patriarch of the Armenian Orthodox Church, to the Baptist leaders in places like Cuba and Yugoslavia. The first two were in direct contrast to the others. They were attired in robes hung with gold chains and other glittering ornaments. During the question period the exiles who were present and no longer afraid, held the feet of the prelates to the fire. It was interesting and informative.

Before I left home I prayed that I might be enlightened in at least two areas. Saint Louis is a university city. Last year I spent time at the International House at Washington University. One day I met a number of young engineering students. All of them were Muslims. I learned they were from Syria, Saudi Arabia and Oman. I felt at a distinct loss in trying to converse with them, although they all seemed anxious to talk. They spoke English rather fluently. I had never read the Koran, and knew little about its origin. I felt at some disadvantage.

Several years ago I was invited to speak at Washington University on a special occasion. The Student Communist League was holding a memorial service for the Chinese leader Mao Tsetung, who had recently died. The Christians on campus decided to take advantage of the opportunity. They posted a number of notices advertising the difference between a dead leader and his little red book and the living Lord and his little black book. I was invited to be the speaker and to answer questions. The meeting hall was decidedly too small and was full for the occasion. At the time I resolved that I would learn more about Marxism, both as a theory and as a way of life.

It seemed to me that the International Convention was an answer to my longings, I would be thrown into the company of former Muslims and Marxists and I could learn what operated to cause them to change and to become Christians. By keeping my eyes and ears open I could learn a lot in a few days. With the increasing wealth of oil-rich nations there was a growing demand for young engineers and architects. I wanted to know why Marxism and the Muslim faith had spread so rapidly over so much of the earth’s surface. They constituted foes we had to meet in hand-to-hand combat.

It turned out that my prayers were answered in ways that were beyond me. I had arranged for an aisle seat on the plane as usual. A young man of 35 sat next to me. Before we got off the ground I learned that he was bound for the Convention in Amsterdam. We were hardly under way until he confided in me that he was a college youth worker for Jesus, specializing in the Islamic Religion. He had been born in the Near east. He and his family now lived in Scotland. For several hours he talked and I listened. It was a course in just what I had prayed for and I wasn’t even near Amsterdam yet.

To cap the climax one of the first persons I met in Amsterdam was a young man from near the Pakistani border in India. He had been reared in a Muslim home. He had learned about Jesus from a wandering native missionary, a man who held meetings in the open air because every place else was closed to him. He sat under a tree and told the young man about God’s love as manifested in Jesus. It struck a responsive chord. The young man had been imprisoned and threatened with mutilation and death because of his faith in our Lord. He told me that six people, including himself, were taking the message to villages and were being heard. He further told me that the other five were also at the convention. He found them and brought them to meet me. We visited several days and talked for hours. We asked questions of one another as though it was our last hope of learning. And all of the time I was regretting I had grown so old before we met. It was refreshing and stimulating.

I thought I learned something else from these men and others with whom I talked and that was that it was far better to learn from the lips of those who had experienced a thing personally than to learn by reading a book. One might gain a knowledge of doctrines and beliefs but these are always lived out in a cultural context. If we can learn about the culture as well as the pattern of belief we have gone a long way toward solving some of the difficulties of a changing way of life. It is not just minds that are altered by the Good News. That is why the convention was so precious to me. I resolved not to waste a minute of it but to contact someone every opportunity. It was easy to do.

The very first workshop I attended was very enlightening. It was titled “How To use Apologetics in a Non-Christian Religious Background.” It was conducted by Dr. Ravi Zacharias, Director of the Chair of Evangelism and Contemporary Thought at Alliance Theological Seminary, Nyack, New York. Dr. Zacharias was born in India. He was thoroughly familiar with Hindu and Muslim thought patterns and was an authority on Buddhism. I listened to him for an hour, taking notes as he talked. He then received written questions from his audience. The burden of his talk was that apologetics could not be used in India as in America. One had to adapt his methods to suit the climate in which he was laboring, but one should never water down the word of the Lord.

I found myself profiting greatly from the seven workshops which I selected and they were invaluable to me. One of them was on inner city evangelism. Oak Hill Chapel had just leased a storefront on a corner in the inner city before I went over. Perhaps it was the lectureship which emboldened eight of us to go on the street taking the gospel and handing out literature to those who came by. We were so thrilled by what we did that we resolved to do it every month. The reception we had gave us courage. The people we talked with were like hungry men and women being handed parcels of food.