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We Can’t Just Sing Louder

Robert L. Rodenbush


by Robert L. Rodenbush


In August of 2018 we went to the 50th Jubilee Celebration of the UPCI Church of Ghana, West Africa. In 1968 my parents became the first resident missionaries to Ghana, where they spent 10 years pioneering UPCI churches, Bible schools, primary schools and preaching points all over the country of Ghana and also in Nigeria, Ivory Coast, Togo and Benin.

It was an honor and a dream come true to return to the country with our entire immediate family. I spent my childhood formative years in West Africa, and it still feels like home.

Elmina Castle

During our trip we took a day to drive to Elmina Castle located east of Ghana’s capital city of Accra. It is in the Cape Coast region, a beautiful stretch of land on the ocean that is home to many fishing villages. The progress of the nation has reached much slower into this region and the people still suffer under the strain of great poverty. Tourism to the rain forest and the old castles is vital to the area.

Elmina Castle, in deep irony, is a whitewashed stone building. It has stood on the coast of West Africa since 1482. It was built by the Portuguese as a trading outpost for gold and other exports and to house missionaries. Quickly however, it was discovered there was more money to be made in trading people rather than goods and in the 1500s the trans-Atlantic slave trade began and lasted for more than 300 years, captured and operated by both the Dutch and the British.

The tour of Elmina Castle is sobering. To see the actual location where the atrocities of the slave trade were performed is completely disturbing. I wept as we walked through the dungeons that ultimately lead to the narrow opening called the point of “no return” – A small window-like opening where men and women, chained together five per shackle were loaded into ships like cargo. How any human could perpetrate such evil upon another is simply unfathomable.

Chapel at Elmina Castle

Chapel in the center of the main courtyard has the brown brick exposed.

For me however, the most egregious sight at Elmina is the church building that sits prominently in the courtyard of the castle. It is a focal point. The Europeans who occupied the castle were said to have conducted services there. Despite the original mission to preach Christianity to the African people, the doors of the church and its services were not open to the captured souls trapped mere yards away. The church existed so that life could proceed as normally as possible for the governor of the castle, the officers and their families, missionaries many of whom lived in luxury, protected by the same walls that served to confine and imprison the precious souls deemed merchandise and marked for torture and trade. One tour guide told us that during services the missionaries, soldiers and other attendees had to sing their hymns loudly as to block out the cries that came from the slaves starving and living in squalid conditions just below them.

There is a plaque at the exit of the tour addressed, “In everlasting memory of the anguish of our ancestors,” it reads: “May those who died rest in peace. May those who return find their roots. May humanity never again perpetrate such injustice against humanity. We the living vow to uphold this.” Considering the audacity of the church’s participation in this wicked oppression, I breathed the prayer, “And may the church never again blind ourselves in a false mission until we no longer see lost around us. May we not just sing our songs louder and louder so that we don’t hear the cries of those who need our message the most. And finally, may we do our best to fight against the evil of racism, be it perpetrated intentionally or unintentionally, in innocence or in ignorance, consciously or unconsciously. May God help us all.”