For the last couple of years, there has been little opportunity for me to reflect on or really engage in the holiday season -- Thanksgiving and Christmas. I was usually in the middle of a mental, emotional, spiritual, and physical "marathon" that ended up with me in a semi-catatonic state by the time Christmas rolled around. I spent most of Thanksgiving last year in bed sick for 3 days! I'm thankful to NOT be sick this year (in fact, I've only been sick ONCE since then! Thank You, Jesus!)
When I helped to lead the Father's House discipleship school in South Africa, my friend Clare would always teach on thankfulness. At the end of her talk, she'd loudly play music and have us all shout out to God what we were thankful for, for at least 10 minutes. It was an "every man/woman for him/her self" kind of a thing, and you'd hear what the people around you were thanking God for. We hit every area in life and everything we could think of. One of my favorites is one of the students saying, "I'm thankful for my hair!" complete with actions, enthusiastically running his fingers through his hair and pulling it to stand straight up. He did have nice hair.
Thankfulness is really an amazing thing. Have you ever been incredibly thankful for hot, running water? Not because you've just spent some time in Mozambique where running water and hot water are rarities, but because you just decided to thank God for it every time you took a shower, realizing that it's a privilege that most of humanity hasn't enjoyed. And then eventually the mental reasoning of thankfulness becomes thankfulness from the heart: Wow. I actually get to enjoy hot, running water!!
Sometimes thankfulness is hard when disappointments or trials or losses come. (And maybe a waning of thankfulness feeds the feeling of disappointment.) We all get hit by them in one way or another. Mixed in with all the amazing experiences and opportunities and things God has done has also been, since March of 2015, pretty steady stream of disappointments, trials, and losses -- more than I'd ever experienced before. The challenge has been, and my question for myself, can I find Jesus in the middle of it all? When even a good thing feels like a consolation prize. Can I still trust Him, know and believe that He's good, that He's with me, that He won't forsake me, that He's faithful, and thank Him for it all, even for the difficult things that I don't like, because He's greater than it all, He can (and will) use it to make me more like Him, and He'll be glorified in it?
In the midst of seeing hopes and dreams and vision die, even things I strongly felt like He said, can I surrender it to Him, try to get a glimpse of eternity and Heaven, and trust in the One Who is the Resurrection and the Life? And then pause to remember what He has done. How He left the ease and comfort of Heaven for this challenging place called earth and died for me. For His amazing mercy, grace, love, nearness, and faithfulness. For my family and friends. For the people He's let me see with His eyes. For the beauty of His creation that He's allowed me to see. For the time I told Him I needed Him to protect, defend, and provide for me, He came through in mere hours. For how He's provided a job, a place to stay, a vehicle, food and coff... I mean water. And hot running water. And yes, for coffee.
Thank Daddy for being so good, for being faithful, for always pursuing me, always loving me, and for never changing or shifting in any way at all. Thank You for the opportunity to go to Africa and my time there, and the same for South Africa specifically. Thank You for bringing me to Waco (against my wildest imaginations). Thank You for all the difficulties over the past year or two and for Your discipline in my life. Thank You that nothing is wasted with You. Thank You that You have always brought me through. Thank You that Your word never returns void. Thank You that You are the Yes and Amen. Thank You for life. Thank You for the things you will bring about. And thank You for all the little things I so easily take for granted, from a bed and blankets and pillow, clothing, electricity, plumbing, senses that work, legs to walk, hands and fingers, "my hair"... and hot running water.
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Don't Worry About What You'll Eat...What You'll Wear - Part 2
At some point in my life, I decided I needed to give some attention
to what I was eating. The college and early-20s lifestyle of eating
mainly fast food, processed food, lots of sweets (I have a sweet tooth),
and drinking lots of soda just wasn't working for me. Or my
waistline. Diets come and go (and the pounds go and come with and
without them), so I knew it had to be a lifestyle change. So I started
learning to eat more healthy and started learning how to cook.
There are so many, many differing ideas about diet and eating habit. There's the super-healthy fitness crowd that tries to eat "clean", lean diets of high protein and fruits and veggies, but low carbs, fat, and sugar. There's the vegetarian group, the pescatarian (vegetarian + fish) group, and the vegan group. There's the revolving diet group, and then there's the group that's been blessed enough to never have to think about it. There's banting, paleo, gluten free, Atkins, Isagenics, Juice Plus, diet pills, and I don't even know what else. And some have landed in the camp of: Eat whatever, it's all from God, it can't make you fat, and if it does you need to stand in faith that it won't harm you and it's fine. (This goes along with the verse, "You will drink/eat poison and it won't harm you.")
And there is probably something that is true in all of these different things, otherwise they wouldn't work for anyone at all. But there's always someone who swears by each of them.
I've landed in the camp of: If God made it, it's probably safe to eat (unless, you know, it's poisonous mushrooms in the back yard). Eating giving at least a little consideration to what I eat falls into the realm of taking care of what God gave me. I want to make good choices, but I don't want it to have a controlling factor in my life. I'm free to eat anything, but I'm also free to say no to it all. Including the ice cream I tend to over indulge in when traveling or after moving...
Most of us do worry about what we eat. Maybe not in the way that Jesus talked about it. That was a literal, "I wonder if I'm going to eat tomorrow. What am I going to do? How can I buy or find food for tomorrow??" We worry about how it's going to make us fat. Or sick. Or somehow unhealthy. So if I pay attention to what I eat, it's because I want to be a good steward of the body God has given me, and I want it to last. If I had a car (incidentally, I don't right now), I would take it in for regular oil changes, put gas in it at appropriate times, clean it off to keep it in good working order. That's what I want to do with my body.
When it comes to taking care of our bodies, healthcare and dealing with sickness becomes a major issue as well. And we see every ideology from, "It's all doctors," to "God uses doctors" then "I only use what's natural" and all the way to "I don't have to take anything ever because I have God who will heal me." The theological intricacies are above my pay grade, but I know God cares about my health, I know He doesn't want me to be sick, and I know He can do anything and use anything for my healing. My only job is to hear His voice and follow Him.
Before I moved to Africa, I'd been sick about once in 6 years. I lived with people who were sick every month, and in the 2 1/2 years in their house, I didn't get sick once. My immune system was rocking it! I went to South Africa. During those 7 weeks, almost everyone got sick but me. And then I went to Mozambique. Most everyone had...bowel issues, but I was fine. But by July I'd been eating mainly cheap pasta and rice with little nutritional value, limited amounts of fruits, veg, and protein. Just bread, pasta, rice, repeat. And Moz is dirty, and dusty, and the dust blows everywhere so that you breathe it. You're around hundreds of people in less-than-clean conditions. I started coughing. After a week in Madagascar, I had literally the worse cold I'd ever had in my life. It turned into full-on sinus infection, double ear infections, and coughing up stuff that shouldn't come out of your lungs. My head was a constant, pounding drum. The Hulk is green on the outside. I was green on the inside. It was horrible. I even cried.
Normally I try to avoid taking drugs. Not this time. I was trying to get a hold of some good drugs to kill everything that was trying to kill me. This head and chest infect of doom returned every 2-3 months as an unwelcomed visitor that just wouldn't leave. I still had the mentality of, "I do not get sick," which I'd lived in for 6 years. But my body didn't care in the slightest about my mentality. Sickness didn't care about my faith. It was angry. And it would be heard. Every. Single. 2-3. Months.
While amazing things were happening in Africa, there was also a lot of stress and pressure around me, which can take its toll on a person's health (did you know health issues are often common place with missionaries?). A couple friends encouraged me to take, and pushed, vitamins. I reluctantly started taking those silly vitamins in January of this year. And I started getting more sleep. In addition to eating a little bit better over the last year. And you know what? This year, I've only been sick once for about a week. And it wasn't that bad. The sinus infection of doom and destruction wasn't able to sink it's nasty (really, really, super nasty!) claws into me. A nursing friend of mine always says, "Aspirin retards the virus!" So when I started feeling a little funny, I'd start taking an Aspirin every day, up my vitamin C, and be fine. That's happened 3-4 times. Woo-hoo!
Now, I'm still not a huge fan of drugs. But you know, I'm not a huge fan of being sick 50% of the time either, and I'll use the things God has made available to give my abused immune system a boost until it's recovered again. I don't plan to be on the vitamin and aspirin regimen forever. But right now I have the means to purchase these things, God has made them available, and I'm thankful.
And I'll let myself enjoy some ice cream every now and then.
There are so many, many differing ideas about diet and eating habit. There's the super-healthy fitness crowd that tries to eat "clean", lean diets of high protein and fruits and veggies, but low carbs, fat, and sugar. There's the vegetarian group, the pescatarian (vegetarian + fish) group, and the vegan group. There's the revolving diet group, and then there's the group that's been blessed enough to never have to think about it. There's banting, paleo, gluten free, Atkins, Isagenics, Juice Plus, diet pills, and I don't even know what else. And some have landed in the camp of: Eat whatever, it's all from God, it can't make you fat, and if it does you need to stand in faith that it won't harm you and it's fine. (This goes along with the verse, "You will drink/eat poison and it won't harm you.")
And there is probably something that is true in all of these different things, otherwise they wouldn't work for anyone at all. But there's always someone who swears by each of them.
I've landed in the camp of: If God made it, it's probably safe to eat (unless, you know, it's poisonous mushrooms in the back yard). Eating giving at least a little consideration to what I eat falls into the realm of taking care of what God gave me. I want to make good choices, but I don't want it to have a controlling factor in my life. I'm free to eat anything, but I'm also free to say no to it all. Including the ice cream I tend to over indulge in when traveling or after moving...
Most of us do worry about what we eat. Maybe not in the way that Jesus talked about it. That was a literal, "I wonder if I'm going to eat tomorrow. What am I going to do? How can I buy or find food for tomorrow??" We worry about how it's going to make us fat. Or sick. Or somehow unhealthy. So if I pay attention to what I eat, it's because I want to be a good steward of the body God has given me, and I want it to last. If I had a car (incidentally, I don't right now), I would take it in for regular oil changes, put gas in it at appropriate times, clean it off to keep it in good working order. That's what I want to do with my body.
When it comes to taking care of our bodies, healthcare and dealing with sickness becomes a major issue as well. And we see every ideology from, "It's all doctors," to "God uses doctors" then "I only use what's natural" and all the way to "I don't have to take anything ever because I have God who will heal me." The theological intricacies are above my pay grade, but I know God cares about my health, I know He doesn't want me to be sick, and I know He can do anything and use anything for my healing. My only job is to hear His voice and follow Him.
Before I moved to Africa, I'd been sick about once in 6 years. I lived with people who were sick every month, and in the 2 1/2 years in their house, I didn't get sick once. My immune system was rocking it! I went to South Africa. During those 7 weeks, almost everyone got sick but me. And then I went to Mozambique. Most everyone had...bowel issues, but I was fine. But by July I'd been eating mainly cheap pasta and rice with little nutritional value, limited amounts of fruits, veg, and protein. Just bread, pasta, rice, repeat. And Moz is dirty, and dusty, and the dust blows everywhere so that you breathe it. You're around hundreds of people in less-than-clean conditions. I started coughing. After a week in Madagascar, I had literally the worse cold I'd ever had in my life. It turned into full-on sinus infection, double ear infections, and coughing up stuff that shouldn't come out of your lungs. My head was a constant, pounding drum. The Hulk is green on the outside. I was green on the inside. It was horrible. I even cried.
Normally I try to avoid taking drugs. Not this time. I was trying to get a hold of some good drugs to kill everything that was trying to kill me. This head and chest infect of doom returned every 2-3 months as an unwelcomed visitor that just wouldn't leave. I still had the mentality of, "I do not get sick," which I'd lived in for 6 years. But my body didn't care in the slightest about my mentality. Sickness didn't care about my faith. It was angry. And it would be heard. Every. Single. 2-3. Months.
While amazing things were happening in Africa, there was also a lot of stress and pressure around me, which can take its toll on a person's health (did you know health issues are often common place with missionaries?). A couple friends encouraged me to take, and pushed, vitamins. I reluctantly started taking those silly vitamins in January of this year. And I started getting more sleep. In addition to eating a little bit better over the last year. And you know what? This year, I've only been sick once for about a week. And it wasn't that bad. The sinus infection of doom and destruction wasn't able to sink it's nasty (really, really, super nasty!) claws into me. A nursing friend of mine always says, "Aspirin retards the virus!" So when I started feeling a little funny, I'd start taking an Aspirin every day, up my vitamin C, and be fine. That's happened 3-4 times. Woo-hoo!
Now, I'm still not a huge fan of drugs. But you know, I'm not a huge fan of being sick 50% of the time either, and I'll use the things God has made available to give my abused immune system a boost until it's recovered again. I don't plan to be on the vitamin and aspirin regimen forever. But right now I have the means to purchase these things, God has made them available, and I'm thankful.
And I'll let myself enjoy some ice cream every now and then.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Don't Worry About What You'll Eat...What You'll Wear - Part 1
At times I've heard the verse on, "don't worry what you'll
eat...our what you'll wear..." to be taken to mean, "You can eat
whatever you want (without side effects)," and "It doesn't matter what I
look like." There are elements of truth in these statements, but they
don't carry the whole truth, and I encountered both in my experience in
Africa.
I've always thought of myself as a jeans and t-shirt kinda gal -- comfort is important to me. I don't like sitting with my feet on the ground -- I'm ridiculously flexible and prefer sitting with legs crossed or somehow sitting on one of my legs, even if in a chair (recently I realized my dad does this too! Guess that's where I got it from). I always thought "dress clothes" were uncomfortable. That and... (here comes the deep, dark confession) I don't have much fashion sense. Anything concerning me that's been fashionable has generally been randomly stumbling into it or the Lord literally telling me to do something I did NOT want to do and fought against. (Hello highlighted, yet totally natural, streaked silver/grey, blonde, brown hair that people pay $700+ to try to achieve!)
A few years ago, the Lord in His kindness drew me to
Himself again and strongly laid out my identity, penetrating my heart with
it. In that, He so radically changed me, that I'm certain all of my co-workers
saw a difference after that Christmas and New Year's holiday. I know
some did because they asked me if I had started dating someone! Nope. I'd just so encountered the love and heart of God for me in how He created me and in the Person of Jesus that I just wanted to look the part, for lack of a better way to explain it. I was (and am!) the beloved of God Most High! His princess. His treasure. And I felt like it was His heart that I treat myself like His beloved princess and bride, and that He'd given me the means to do so.
I wasn't worried about what I was going to wear. I wasn't trying to impress anyone. I didn't want to look good for my co-workers or catch anyone's eye. Just His. So I bought myself a couple new outfits and some new boots and put on the dreaded (and sometimes irritating) mascara and learned to stop itching my eyes. And, to tread a bit deeper into the waters of vulnerability, every morning as I got ready for work, I heard Him, HIM, tell me how beautiful I was.
Then later, Africa happened. They said there may not be running water or electricity, and that everything would get dirty, so don't bring your nice things. So I didn't. We also had to where skirts or dresses or things that would cover the knees, and I didn't have anything like that. So I went to Goodwill (thrift store, all used) and bought cheap stuff. Thrift stores exhaust me. There no order. It's chaos. You have to look through every. single. article. of clothing. It makes me want to pull out my (beautifully streaked) hair. So I just found things that matched, not necessarily anything that looked good. And that's how it was for over my first year in Africa.
But one day, somewhere in the middle of 2015, I snapped. I was tired of looking like a dirt rat. Plus, a steady diet of rice and pasta and beans and more rice and pasta, pasta and rice, and some beans plus 5-6 cups of coffee a day (with sugar!), and chocolate (because for some reason, these schools in Africa make people go chocolate crazy) had resulted in a few (many) extra pounds by the end of the first 6 months. Bleh. I was a woman, and I was tired of not looking like a woman.
So I took advantage of an horrible circumstance that brought me to the States for a few weeks, pulled out my jewelry, nice clothes, boots, worked the clearance racks and sales at Kohl's like nobody's business (I paid no more than 20% of the value of what I bought!) and brought it all back to South Africa with me. I didn't care if I was on a farm with a lot of dirt. I would make it work. I was going to look like a lady. And I'd found nice and yet also comfortable clothes, so I could morph between looking nice but also be able to curl my legs under myself if need be. Every day before going up to class with the students, I'd make sure I looked nice.
When I was a student (March 2014 in South Africa), one of the missionaries there in particular always looked nice. She wasn't dolled up and fancy, but she just looked nice. She looked like a lady. So I figured, if she could do it, I could do it too. And I also thought, maybe I could be an example to the young (and not so young) ladies in the schools, that just because you're a "missionary" in a place with a lot of dirt, doesn't mean you can't find a way to look nice and be who you are -- a woman.
In Mozambique, Heidi Baker would often encourage the students to take showers and look nice. We always thought, and said, "Yeah right. Have you seen where we live? That's not happening!" But Heidi always looked nice (granted, she did live in better conditions than we did!). At the same time, though, the Mozambiquens gave much more time and attention to their hygiene and preparation for the day than we did. They did they best they could with what they had. Most of us students... not so much. Now, taking showers really may not be possible in that environment, but otherwise, I'm with Heidi now.
Of course none of these things define who I am, give me my identity, or make me a woman. God is pretty much responsible for all of that. This isn't about trying to keep up with fashion or trying to look as good as whomever we want to look as good as. This is taking care of what God has given us. It may kind of be like cleaning up the kitchen. Yes, the kitchen still functions when it's a mess, but a clean kitchen is a wonderful thing. And I can work with what He's given me to reflect how He's created me. I'm not worried about it -- I'm enjoying His blessings and His provision! (Jesus says in Matthew 6:32-33 that our Father knows we need these things and provides them.) He has made me beautiful and I can reflect that outwardly for Him, to honor Him, and thank Him for it.
Since I've already written a book tonight, I guess I'll need to write part 2 later.
I wasn't worried about what I was going to wear. I wasn't trying to impress anyone. I didn't want to look good for my co-workers or catch anyone's eye. Just His. So I bought myself a couple new outfits and some new boots and put on the dreaded (and sometimes irritating) mascara and learned to stop itching my eyes. And, to tread a bit deeper into the waters of vulnerability, every morning as I got ready for work, I heard Him, HIM, tell me how beautiful I was.
Then later, Africa happened. They said there may not be running water or electricity, and that everything would get dirty, so don't bring your nice things. So I didn't. We also had to where skirts or dresses or things that would cover the knees, and I didn't have anything like that. So I went to Goodwill (thrift store, all used) and bought cheap stuff. Thrift stores exhaust me. There no order. It's chaos. You have to look through every. single. article. of clothing. It makes me want to pull out my (beautifully streaked) hair. So I just found things that matched, not necessarily anything that looked good. And that's how it was for over my first year in Africa.
But one day, somewhere in the middle of 2015, I snapped. I was tired of looking like a dirt rat. Plus, a steady diet of rice and pasta and beans and more rice and pasta, pasta and rice, and some beans plus 5-6 cups of coffee a day (with sugar!), and chocolate (because for some reason, these schools in Africa make people go chocolate crazy) had resulted in a few (many) extra pounds by the end of the first 6 months. Bleh. I was a woman, and I was tired of not looking like a woman.
So I took advantage of an horrible circumstance that brought me to the States for a few weeks, pulled out my jewelry, nice clothes, boots, worked the clearance racks and sales at Kohl's like nobody's business (I paid no more than 20% of the value of what I bought!) and brought it all back to South Africa with me. I didn't care if I was on a farm with a lot of dirt. I would make it work. I was going to look like a lady. And I'd found nice and yet also comfortable clothes, so I could morph between looking nice but also be able to curl my legs under myself if need be. Every day before going up to class with the students, I'd make sure I looked nice.
When I was a student (March 2014 in South Africa), one of the missionaries there in particular always looked nice. She wasn't dolled up and fancy, but she just looked nice. She looked like a lady. So I figured, if she could do it, I could do it too. And I also thought, maybe I could be an example to the young (and not so young) ladies in the schools, that just because you're a "missionary" in a place with a lot of dirt, doesn't mean you can't find a way to look nice and be who you are -- a woman.
In Mozambique, Heidi Baker would often encourage the students to take showers and look nice. We always thought, and said, "Yeah right. Have you seen where we live? That's not happening!" But Heidi always looked nice (granted, she did live in better conditions than we did!). At the same time, though, the Mozambiquens gave much more time and attention to their hygiene and preparation for the day than we did. They did they best they could with what they had. Most of us students... not so much. Now, taking showers really may not be possible in that environment, but otherwise, I'm with Heidi now.
Of course none of these things define who I am, give me my identity, or make me a woman. God is pretty much responsible for all of that. This isn't about trying to keep up with fashion or trying to look as good as whomever we want to look as good as. This is taking care of what God has given us. It may kind of be like cleaning up the kitchen. Yes, the kitchen still functions when it's a mess, but a clean kitchen is a wonderful thing. And I can work with what He's given me to reflect how He's created me. I'm not worried about it -- I'm enjoying His blessings and His provision! (Jesus says in Matthew 6:32-33 that our Father knows we need these things and provides them.) He has made me beautiful and I can reflect that outwardly for Him, to honor Him, and thank Him for it.
Since I've already written a book tonight, I guess I'll need to write part 2 later.
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
The Value of a Thing
I don’t typically like posting about things that are controversial, but this issue has just been on my mind and heart: The gorilla that was shot and killed to rescue a 3-4 year old boy who climbed through security and fell into the gorilla habitat.
If anyone knows anything about how I feel about my dog, you know that I love animals. Fresly was my “baby”. I still miss him. Honestly, I still hope he's okay and that his new family is taking good care of him. And in subtle was I’ve done what so many are doing now. There was a movie that came out many years ago when some threat to earth was vaporizing life. The trailer showed a dog being vaporized and… it bothered me. More than when the same trailer showed the same thing happening to humans. And then the fact that it bothered me bothered me. How could watching the death of an animal be more disturbing than watching the death of a human?! That is not okay! And that’s where many people are today.
I’ve been shocked at how many counts of verbal homicide I’ve read through today. I don’t normally read many comments because on issues like this, it’s just reading a lot of anger and hate, and I’d just rather not! But I’ve been thinking about and listening to teachings on the death of Jesus and the cross and sin and our need for a Savior and how He is our only hope. So reading this verbal massacre struck me. And it struck me that a week ago, all this malice and hatred and anger and murder were in people’s hearts, hiding. This incident only made those things come out for a segment of the population. And apart from Jesus, that is in each of us, given the “right” conditions. And God sees it all, has seen it all, all the time, even if it’s hidden. It was painful to read, at best, the slander against the mother (whom it seems may have been smiling at a camera, with her son at her side, both posing for a picture, and for a few seconds was distracted from her son’s movements due to the picture taking — kids are lightening fast!), and calls for death and various forms of torture and just horrible, horrible comments at worst. Murder, proudly streaming from the hearts of so many. Apart from Jesus, we’re all murderers, and set ourselves up as all-knowing expert, jury, and judge, convinced that our self-righteous sentence is justice. We are horribly deceived.
The value of human life and animal life has been a large part of this discussion, many thinking human and animal life is equal, or even that animal life is more valuable because they’re helpless. There is a godly component to valuing the earth and animal life — one of the tasks God gave us when He created us and what we see now was to care for the animals and for the earth. That is godly and part of God’s design. But it was never to be at the expense of humans — of men, women, and children.
I must say emphatically, that one human life, any one, is of more value and worth than every animal that’s ever lived for two reasons.
1.) Men and women were created in the image of God Himself. Animals were not. We, astonishingly, are the only beings in all of creation that actually reflect the character and attributes of God. Some of these things are seen in our capacity to love, experience a wide range of emotions, imagine, and create beyond what any other life on earth can. (Part of the whole “fall” issue is that we often don’t reflect those attributes well — as in this case with all the angry comments.)
2.) God became a human being, Jesus, and then died the death penalty that we all deserved. We were all hateful, angry, murderers at heart, all deserving the death sentence (as so many have said this mother, and even her son, deserve), but God Himself took our death penalty upon Himself. God values humans, you, more than He values protecting His own feelings, comfort, and life. He didn’t become a squirrel or dog or horse or gorilla. He became a human. And He didn’t die for those animals either. He died for humans. And if there were only one human, you, that would have been enough reason for Him to die in your place — only yours. Father God values human life at the price of His Son Jesus. God's estimation of your value is His own life. That is infinite value. That is why all the animals to have ever lived will together never outweigh the value of one human life. And when we come to Him, acknowledging the various forms of hate and violence within ourselves, accepting His death in our place, and deciding to believe what He says, He can somehow take the worst of us and make us into the most gracious, kind, joyful, patient, loving people the world has ever seen.
Finally, I would like to point out that Satan has been trying to destroy humans since we were first created. He was the one who tempted Adam and Eve, twisting God’s words and saying death wouldn’t be the result of disobeying and eating the fruit the Lord said not to. The Bible also says that this enemy of ours, who has wanted us all dead from the beginning, is out to steal, kill, and destroy and that his target is humans. Not birds or fish or rhinos or elephants or zebras or gorillas — but *us*! To in any way say that the life of an animal is more valuable than any human at all is to agree and take sides with the one who wants you dead, and to say that the One who created you created trash.
God deeply loves all of His creation. But you, YOU, He wants to call “my child”. He cares for everything He has created, but you, YOU, He wants to call “my beloved”. He says of the sparrows and lilies that He feeds them and cares for them. But for humanity He uses the language of Father to child and Husband to wife. And He is a very, very good Father and a very, very good Husband.
And, by they way, if you know Him and love Him, when you enter into life with Him in the home He's prepared in Heaven for those who love Him, if you're not too wrapped up in experiencing the greatest love you've ever experienced, you can probably ask Him if Harambe the gorilla can be a part of life in Heaven. I wouldn't be surprised if He says yes. I've already told Him I want Fresly there with me. Even though I'm pretty sure I'll be completely enamored with Him. He's already captivated me.
If anyone knows anything about how I feel about my dog, you know that I love animals. Fresly was my “baby”. I still miss him. Honestly, I still hope he's okay and that his new family is taking good care of him. And in subtle was I’ve done what so many are doing now. There was a movie that came out many years ago when some threat to earth was vaporizing life. The trailer showed a dog being vaporized and… it bothered me. More than when the same trailer showed the same thing happening to humans. And then the fact that it bothered me bothered me. How could watching the death of an animal be more disturbing than watching the death of a human?! That is not okay! And that’s where many people are today.
I’ve been shocked at how many counts of verbal homicide I’ve read through today. I don’t normally read many comments because on issues like this, it’s just reading a lot of anger and hate, and I’d just rather not! But I’ve been thinking about and listening to teachings on the death of Jesus and the cross and sin and our need for a Savior and how He is our only hope. So reading this verbal massacre struck me. And it struck me that a week ago, all this malice and hatred and anger and murder were in people’s hearts, hiding. This incident only made those things come out for a segment of the population. And apart from Jesus, that is in each of us, given the “right” conditions. And God sees it all, has seen it all, all the time, even if it’s hidden. It was painful to read, at best, the slander against the mother (whom it seems may have been smiling at a camera, with her son at her side, both posing for a picture, and for a few seconds was distracted from her son’s movements due to the picture taking — kids are lightening fast!), and calls for death and various forms of torture and just horrible, horrible comments at worst. Murder, proudly streaming from the hearts of so many. Apart from Jesus, we’re all murderers, and set ourselves up as all-knowing expert, jury, and judge, convinced that our self-righteous sentence is justice. We are horribly deceived.
The value of human life and animal life has been a large part of this discussion, many thinking human and animal life is equal, or even that animal life is more valuable because they’re helpless. There is a godly component to valuing the earth and animal life — one of the tasks God gave us when He created us and what we see now was to care for the animals and for the earth. That is godly and part of God’s design. But it was never to be at the expense of humans — of men, women, and children.
I must say emphatically, that one human life, any one, is of more value and worth than every animal that’s ever lived for two reasons.
1.) Men and women were created in the image of God Himself. Animals were not. We, astonishingly, are the only beings in all of creation that actually reflect the character and attributes of God. Some of these things are seen in our capacity to love, experience a wide range of emotions, imagine, and create beyond what any other life on earth can. (Part of the whole “fall” issue is that we often don’t reflect those attributes well — as in this case with all the angry comments.)
2.) God became a human being, Jesus, and then died the death penalty that we all deserved. We were all hateful, angry, murderers at heart, all deserving the death sentence (as so many have said this mother, and even her son, deserve), but God Himself took our death penalty upon Himself. God values humans, you, more than He values protecting His own feelings, comfort, and life. He didn’t become a squirrel or dog or horse or gorilla. He became a human. And He didn’t die for those animals either. He died for humans. And if there were only one human, you, that would have been enough reason for Him to die in your place — only yours. Father God values human life at the price of His Son Jesus. God's estimation of your value is His own life. That is infinite value. That is why all the animals to have ever lived will together never outweigh the value of one human life. And when we come to Him, acknowledging the various forms of hate and violence within ourselves, accepting His death in our place, and deciding to believe what He says, He can somehow take the worst of us and make us into the most gracious, kind, joyful, patient, loving people the world has ever seen.
Finally, I would like to point out that Satan has been trying to destroy humans since we were first created. He was the one who tempted Adam and Eve, twisting God’s words and saying death wouldn’t be the result of disobeying and eating the fruit the Lord said not to. The Bible also says that this enemy of ours, who has wanted us all dead from the beginning, is out to steal, kill, and destroy and that his target is humans. Not birds or fish or rhinos or elephants or zebras or gorillas — but *us*! To in any way say that the life of an animal is more valuable than any human at all is to agree and take sides with the one who wants you dead, and to say that the One who created you created trash.
God deeply loves all of His creation. But you, YOU, He wants to call “my child”. He cares for everything He has created, but you, YOU, He wants to call “my beloved”. He says of the sparrows and lilies that He feeds them and cares for them. But for humanity He uses the language of Father to child and Husband to wife. And He is a very, very good Father and a very, very good Husband.
And, by they way, if you know Him and love Him, when you enter into life with Him in the home He's prepared in Heaven for those who love Him, if you're not too wrapped up in experiencing the greatest love you've ever experienced, you can probably ask Him if Harambe the gorilla can be a part of life in Heaven. I wouldn't be surprised if He says yes. I've already told Him I want Fresly there with me. Even though I'm pretty sure I'll be completely enamored with Him. He's already captivated me.
Friday, May 27, 2016
A Deal's A Deal
Different life events can cause you to reflect a little bit more on life, or at least on certain aspects of it. So having recently "officially" moved to Cape Town, I've done some reflecting related to moving. Which... I've done a fair amount of. It's kind of strange. Everyone in my high school class was like, "I can't wait to graduate and leave Omaha!" My thoughts were, "I love Omaha and all my friends and family are here. I don't want to leave here!" But God had other ideas. He often does. Ideas you'd never begin to dream of or consider on your own. But that's another story.
So I moved to Michigan. Then Texas. Then California. Then Robertson, South Africa. Now Cape Town. When I moved to Texas, I went for the purpose of going to a missions training school, and I didn't know anyone. It was rough -- I was so happy where I was in Michigan (happy where I was in Nebraska, happy where I was in Michigan, happy where I was in California... guess the Lord normally likes to move me when I'm perfectly happy and all is well where I am!) Several months after moving to Texas, in the midst of missing my friends and adjusting, I told the Lord, "I really don't want to move again. Ever. But if you want me to, I'm willing. But please, I need to know at least one person, have one friend there. I can't move to a place if I don't know anyone." And when I moved to California, I did have friends there. (Another long story.)
The journey to Cape Town has been another interesting adventure. Why, when I came to South Africa, didn't I just come here straight away? In August 2014, I started thinking about an idea to have a ministry to, well, people in ministry. It's tough, you know. Many missionaries quit after 2 years, I've written before about the stress that missionaries face, it's easy to feel like your job is to make everyone happy, people don't really understand, etc etc. This isn't coming from out of how I felt -- this was almost 2 years ago. This is what I'd seen. And from that time back almost 2 years ago, I always thought Cape Town was the logical place for it. Always. But I had zero interest in Cape Town. It was too big and too cramped and the roads were too narrow and there were too many cars and I wanted to be in the mountains. (I don't know what I was thinking.) Then at some point I started thinking about Cape Town. And when I was in Omaha (US) in August 2015, as I drove around Omaha, I kept thinking, "I miss driving in Cape Town." Which was weird, first of all because I'd hardly even ever driven in Cape Town. And second of all, for 18 years whenever I'd visited Omaha, one of my favorite things is to drive on the streets of Omaha - and I'd always think how much I loved seeing the city, getting up on a hill and being able to look over large portions of the city. I'd never thought of another city while driving in Omaha. Why was I thinking of this city that I'd rarely been to and didn't even like a year before? God does change our hearts.
Also around that time, I started meeting and even getting to know people in Cape Town. I started feeling like I had a few friends. And just recently, as I was pondering all this, I realized: The Lord completely honored my request to know people, to have friends in the place that I move to. I didn't have that in August 2014 (I knew one person a little). But I did have friends in Robertson. And by the end of 2015, I somehow had a ridiculous number of contacts, connections, and friends, considering the precious little time I'd spent here. So amazing that He'd be so kind and faithful to remember my request from 13/14 years ago and do that for me, even when I forgot about it!
So I moved to Michigan. Then Texas. Then California. Then Robertson, South Africa. Now Cape Town. When I moved to Texas, I went for the purpose of going to a missions training school, and I didn't know anyone. It was rough -- I was so happy where I was in Michigan (happy where I was in Nebraska, happy where I was in Michigan, happy where I was in California... guess the Lord normally likes to move me when I'm perfectly happy and all is well where I am!) Several months after moving to Texas, in the midst of missing my friends and adjusting, I told the Lord, "I really don't want to move again. Ever. But if you want me to, I'm willing. But please, I need to know at least one person, have one friend there. I can't move to a place if I don't know anyone." And when I moved to California, I did have friends there. (Another long story.)
The journey to Cape Town has been another interesting adventure. Why, when I came to South Africa, didn't I just come here straight away? In August 2014, I started thinking about an idea to have a ministry to, well, people in ministry. It's tough, you know. Many missionaries quit after 2 years, I've written before about the stress that missionaries face, it's easy to feel like your job is to make everyone happy, people don't really understand, etc etc. This isn't coming from out of how I felt -- this was almost 2 years ago. This is what I'd seen. And from that time back almost 2 years ago, I always thought Cape Town was the logical place for it. Always. But I had zero interest in Cape Town. It was too big and too cramped and the roads were too narrow and there were too many cars and I wanted to be in the mountains. (I don't know what I was thinking.) Then at some point I started thinking about Cape Town. And when I was in Omaha (US) in August 2015, as I drove around Omaha, I kept thinking, "I miss driving in Cape Town." Which was weird, first of all because I'd hardly even ever driven in Cape Town. And second of all, for 18 years whenever I'd visited Omaha, one of my favorite things is to drive on the streets of Omaha - and I'd always think how much I loved seeing the city, getting up on a hill and being able to look over large portions of the city. I'd never thought of another city while driving in Omaha. Why was I thinking of this city that I'd rarely been to and didn't even like a year before? God does change our hearts.
Also around that time, I started meeting and even getting to know people in Cape Town. I started feeling like I had a few friends. And just recently, as I was pondering all this, I realized: The Lord completely honored my request to know people, to have friends in the place that I move to. I didn't have that in August 2014 (I knew one person a little). But I did have friends in Robertson. And by the end of 2015, I somehow had a ridiculous number of contacts, connections, and friends, considering the precious little time I'd spent here. So amazing that He'd be so kind and faithful to remember my request from 13/14 years ago and do that for me, even when I forgot about it!
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Unchanging God
Today Facebook reminded me that two years ago I packed up the trunk (boot) my 2004 Honda Civic to get ready to leave California and being my journey with God in (mainly) Africa.
Wow. Two years. Has it really been that long? It seems like less time. But it also seems like more. So much has happened since then. That reminder brought back so many memories. I'd be lying if I never second guessed myself, or had the thought cross my mind wondering if it was worth it. I'd be lying if I said I never missed my house, or my stuff, or my car, or my dog, or a normal job. Of course I miss my friends -- lots of times with the Pauls and amazing bbq, popcorn and cookies with Ivana, chats with Marta and Arnold's coffee. And after a rough year, the thought does cross your mind...
Why miss a house and furniture and things? I asked the Lord about it -- I think part of it was the stability and familiarity. The comfort of having my things and my way, the security of it, and the sense of control I had in "creating" that "security". But I still know what Jesus was inviting me to. And what I knew then is still true now -- that sense of stability and security was fleeting, and it could all be taken from me at any moment. Changes in the economy, in conditions at work, or in my health and "stability" and "security" start to unravel. Some of the challenges of this year have certainly brought that truth to light: a friend dies from cancer, spiritual parents killed in a car accident, another friend diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. The families of these friends of mine have certainly been thrown unto instability, insecurity, and uncertainty.
And it really drives the point home as to how much we need Jesus. He is the only One who doesn't change. He is stable. Security is in Him. You don't need to leave everything and go to another country to know this true. We all need to know how sure and solid God is. We all need to be completely rooted and established in Him. He is the only thing that cannot be shaken. The certainty of His Kingdom and His promises need to be the greatest reality in our lives so we can security in Him when the world reminds us how fallen it is, and how we all need Him.
Your promises remain
Forever and ever
You won't fade away
You never, you never change
You're unchanging God
You're kingdom is forever
You're love will last forever
All glory, all honor
Unto our God forever
Wow. Two years. Has it really been that long? It seems like less time. But it also seems like more. So much has happened since then. That reminder brought back so many memories. I'd be lying if I never second guessed myself, or had the thought cross my mind wondering if it was worth it. I'd be lying if I said I never missed my house, or my stuff, or my car, or my dog, or a normal job. Of course I miss my friends -- lots of times with the Pauls and amazing bbq, popcorn and cookies with Ivana, chats with Marta and Arnold's coffee. And after a rough year, the thought does cross your mind...
Why miss a house and furniture and things? I asked the Lord about it -- I think part of it was the stability and familiarity. The comfort of having my things and my way, the security of it, and the sense of control I had in "creating" that "security". But I still know what Jesus was inviting me to. And what I knew then is still true now -- that sense of stability and security was fleeting, and it could all be taken from me at any moment. Changes in the economy, in conditions at work, or in my health and "stability" and "security" start to unravel. Some of the challenges of this year have certainly brought that truth to light: a friend dies from cancer, spiritual parents killed in a car accident, another friend diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. The families of these friends of mine have certainly been thrown unto instability, insecurity, and uncertainty.
And it really drives the point home as to how much we need Jesus. He is the only One who doesn't change. He is stable. Security is in Him. You don't need to leave everything and go to another country to know this true. We all need to know how sure and solid God is. We all need to be completely rooted and established in Him. He is the only thing that cannot be shaken. The certainty of His Kingdom and His promises need to be the greatest reality in our lives so we can security in Him when the world reminds us how fallen it is, and how we all need Him.
Your promises remain
Forever and ever
You won't fade away
You never, you never change
You're unchanging God
You're kingdom is forever
You're love will last forever
All glory, all honor
Unto our God forever
Friday, February 19, 2016
Soaking in Truth
Several years ago I went to Afghanistan. I loved the people and it was an amazing experience. But it is also one the of dirtiest places I've every been to. Probably equal to Mozambique. When I returned, my feet were brown from the dirt. I spent 15 minutes scrubbing my feet in the showers available at the Dubai airport, but it didn't make much of a difference. My feet were clean....ish. They didn't smell and I wasn't going to track dirt everywhere. But they needed some deep cleaning. Lots of soaking. Serious scrubbing. Getting all traces of the dirt out of my feet wasn't a matter of just washing with soap and water -- they needed soaking in water. It's amazing how easily dirt can get into your skin, but it doesn't come out as easily.
It's a little bit like life and our awareness of spiritual realities. There are truths that we "know". We've touched them and experienced a rudimentary cleaning, so to speak. But the earthly mindset is still in us. And we need to soak in the truths, giving them time to get into the depths of our being and remove the old "dirt from the earth".
One example of this happened with me a few days ago. I ended up listening to a song, well, the reprise of a song that was on its own track, for about two hours. Something struck me the first time I heard it, and I felt like I needed to just keep listening. The words were mostly only, "Only You conquer the grave. You are alive in us, alive in us."
I know that Jesus has conquered the grave. I know I and those of us who know Him will never truly die, but will live with Him forever. I know that Ken and Ty and Terri are more alive now than they ever have been. But also knowing that their bodies have been buried, and I can't talk to them now throws me off a bit. There's still some of that dirt from earth in me. So I soaked in the truth for awhile.
Only You conquer the grave.
You are alive in us, alive in us.
Only You conquer the grave.
You are alive in us, alive in us.
Until the reality that the Living Christ who is in me right now and who lived in Ken, Ty, and Terri on earth is also still present and alive in Ken and Ty and Terri.
And there are so many heavenly realities that the Lord wants us to know and walk in -- our oneness with Him, eternal life with Him, that He's always with us, never leaves or forsakes us, that He is provider, His love, His faithfulness, His holiness, His goodness and kindness, His ever present help, His comfort....and on and on and on. Sometimes we just need to soak in those truths, through meditating on Scripture, listening to someone speak about these truths, or listening to songs about the truths, and giving them time to sink deep inside of us.
It's a little bit like life and our awareness of spiritual realities. There are truths that we "know". We've touched them and experienced a rudimentary cleaning, so to speak. But the earthly mindset is still in us. And we need to soak in the truths, giving them time to get into the depths of our being and remove the old "dirt from the earth".
One example of this happened with me a few days ago. I ended up listening to a song, well, the reprise of a song that was on its own track, for about two hours. Something struck me the first time I heard it, and I felt like I needed to just keep listening. The words were mostly only, "Only You conquer the grave. You are alive in us, alive in us."
I know that Jesus has conquered the grave. I know I and those of us who know Him will never truly die, but will live with Him forever. I know that Ken and Ty and Terri are more alive now than they ever have been. But also knowing that their bodies have been buried, and I can't talk to them now throws me off a bit. There's still some of that dirt from earth in me. So I soaked in the truth for awhile.
Only You conquer the grave.
You are alive in us, alive in us.
Only You conquer the grave.
You are alive in us, alive in us.
Until the reality that the Living Christ who is in me right now and who lived in Ken, Ty, and Terri on earth is also still present and alive in Ken and Ty and Terri.
And there are so many heavenly realities that the Lord wants us to know and walk in -- our oneness with Him, eternal life with Him, that He's always with us, never leaves or forsakes us, that He is provider, His love, His faithfulness, His holiness, His goodness and kindness, His ever present help, His comfort....and on and on and on. Sometimes we just need to soak in those truths, through meditating on Scripture, listening to someone speak about these truths, or listening to songs about the truths, and giving them time to sink deep inside of us.
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